Opposites

s i x t y - t w o

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Melody

I didn't bother to ask Harry about his 'Pearl', guessing that it's just a complete coincidence. Harry took me to bed last night, to make me 'relax'. He fell asleep beside me as he was giving me advice on how to move on from Zayn. I kept listening throughout the whole conversation, letting out broken sobs every now and then. It was hectic.

I inhale a breath, closing my eyes. My chest tightens when the scene clouds my dark vision, the lump in my throat growing, as the tears return to my eyes.

My eyes snap open though when I hear screaming, and yelling from downstairs.

I drop the blanket off me, pushing the door open, and strolling down the stairs.

I stop at the doorframe of the living room, watching Harry's and Louis' yelling fight going on.

"It's because you brought her into our daily lives!" Harry yells, his vein popping on his forehead.

Is he talking about Lily?

Louis yells back, "Oh, so it's my fault now?!"

Harry scoffs, his chest heaving up and down. "Of course, it is."

They didn't notice me yet.

I flinch when Louis yells again, catching me off gaurd. "It's not my fault that Malik is a cheating asshole!"

My knees shake at the thought again.

Harry blinks at that, staying silent for a few seconds. He grits his teeth, "You have a point there. That fucking jerk. I've warned Melody about him, but she was too stupid to listen!" Harry shakes his head, sighing.

A few tears roll down my face at Harry's choice of words, and when a choked sob escapes my mouth, Harry's and Louis' heads snap my direction.

I wipe the tears away quickly, pulling my hands in front of me.

"Baby—"

I cut Harry off, "I'm just gonna g-go out for fresh air."

I scurry off to the front door, slipping my sketchers on, and going out the flat as fast as I can.

I cough loudly when I'm outside, catching the attention of a few people walking around.

Placing my hand over my chest, I choke on the lump in my throat again, struggling for air. It fucking hurts. Everything hurts.

I raise my head slowly, as my eyes rake over Zayn's flat. My chest falls up and down heavily, when I notice Zayn's front door opening.

I gasp, scurrying off my door, and running down the pavement, to God knows where.

I don't want him to see me. I don't want him to see me. I don't want him to see me. I keep chanting that in my head, turning my head to see if he noticed me yet.

He's looking down at his keys, and then he looks up.

Thankfully, I turned around before he looked up, still walking away.