Opposites

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Thank you all for keeping up with me, i love you so much. Have a great day/night my pretty darlings ❤️❤️

Melody

"I can't go to Paris!"

"Just hear me ou—"

"That's just insane—I can't go to Paris!" I stare wide-eyed at both of Niall and Liam, as they try to explain the situation to me, which is just unbelievable and crazy.

Niall sighs annoyingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This can benefit you in different ways, Melody. Going to Paris to shoot that commercial will draw a lot of attention to you. Everyone will be wondering who's that ballerina in the commercial. This'll bring you more fans, and by the time your live show comes, you'll have a huge number of fans coming around just to see you dance."

I turn my attention to Liam when he agrees, "Ni is right, shooting this will make you more loved by others, and known around a couple of countries. We're just trying to advise you here, we're not gonna force you on shooting the commercial—or anything. At the end of the day, the decision belongs to you."

I shake my head, biting my lips anxiously. "I don't know."

I can't go along with this. Flying to Paris and shooting will make me face Zayn. And that's not a good thing, at all. What if Zayn saw the commercial? I can't just wing it like the last time with my interview. Zayn unexpectedly flipped through the channels, settling on my interview, and thank god I was there to save our relationship. That can't happen again this time, because I won't go to Paris and shoot the commercial.

But if I look at the positive side like Niall and Liam stated, this is a big opportunity for me to get more known and grow myself a couple more fans.

No—No, I can't accept that offer. Zayn has just realized he likes me too and he wants to try with me, I can't risk him finding out about all of this.

I don't realize the front door is being shut until Harry shows up in the living room. "Good evening." He greets the three of us, then bending down to kiss my cheek. I flash him a small smile, and he makes his way beside me, plopping down.

"Will you at least think about it?" Liam asks. "Please?"

I sigh, plopping my chin on my hand, looking thoughtfully at the floor. "Okay, I'll call you guys tomorrow or something."

When they nod, I turn to Harry. "Where's Uncle Ray? I didn't find him here."

"He's got some 'things' to do."

"What's wrong, Mel?" Harry then asks, and I just sigh in return, because I'm not in the mood to explain everything to him right now.

"Melody got the chance to advertise L'Oreal Paris' new cosmetic in the city of love itself—Paris, and she wants to think about it. Can you believe it? That's a wonderful opportunity." Niall explains.

"That's not wonderful if she's going all by herself." Harry mumbles, with furrowed eyebrows.

I feel my blood rushing through my veins at Harry's words. "If I want to go to Paris by myself—I'll go to Paris. If I don't want to go Paris—then I won't go to Paris. Hell, if I wanna fly to Paris right now—then I will. This is my life, and if I want to do things my way, you have to deal with it, Harry." I blurt.