Opposites

s i x t y - o n e

Songs for the chapter : • Unkiss me - Maroon 5
• Love Me Or Leave Me - Little Mix

Melody

"Why the hell aren't you answering my calls or texting me back?" A frustrated sigh sounds through the speaker. "Melody, are you okay? Please, just....just call me back when you get this. I'm worried."

My body shakes with each sob that flees my system, while messily wiping away the tears with the back of my hand. I throw my phone back on the floor, not caring if it landed safely.

I pull my knees to my chest, my back against the bedpost, placing my hands on my knees and resting my head on top of them.

It's that moment when you're confused, broken, and having mixed feelings. What I saw didn't change the fact that I'm madly in love with Zayn, but it definitely changed the way I look and think about him. I thought he's different. I thought he's gonna try to make this work. At least that's what he said, right? I should've seen this coming. I should've known that Zayn is not a man of commitment, not a man of his word, and definitely not a man who can love.

Harry has always taught me not to jump into conclusions, and blaming the person quickly. But, how can I not? I saw the whole shit happening in front of my eyes. Of course, I had to jump to the conclusion, that Zayn is one big asshole.

A cold hearted asshole, who doesn't take other's feelings into consideration.

I stopped Harry from going over to Zayn's house several times. He wanted to beat him up, and I think I've seen before how that ended the last time. I gathered all of the energy I had, and stopped him from going there. Zayn did hurt me, yes, but that doesn't mean I want Harry to go beat him up for it.

I'm pulled out of my angry thoughts by a knock on the door. I quickly lay back down, closing my puffy, red eyes tightly. I know it's Harry, but I don't want him to see me like this. My chest falls up and down heavily, just as I hear the door opening with a squeak. I pray silently for Harry to get out, and let me drown in my misery again.

"I can notice your pupils moving," He chuckles softly.

I keep my eyes closed though, hearing Harry's naked feet padding on my wooden floor, until I can feel his shadow towering over me.

He calls gently, "Mel?"

I flutter my eyes, them meeting the ceiling at first, but then dodging to meet Harry's.

The moment my gaze locks with Harry's, I choke on the memory of Zayn and Lily, my eyes immediately getting teary again.

Harry's face pains me even more when a tear rolls down his cheek, helping me sit up straight again, as he takes a seat in front of me.

He holds my hand in his, caressing it softly.