Opposites

s i x t y - f i v e

"As you drive me to my
                     house, I can't stop the silent
                                              tears from rolling
                                                                    down."

                                         — Secret Love Song PT 2

Melody

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. You can hang up now, Zee." I laugh, hanging up, then pushing open the door to the small restaurant.

Making my way through the crowded place, I finally spot the back of Zayn's head, and now that I look at it, his hair's getting pretty long.

"Hi," I cheekily smile, bending down to kiss his lips. Zayn kisses back, wanting to deepen the kiss, but I pull away before he can do so.

"Hey." He grins.

"You've already ordered I see." I raise my brows at him, while pulling off my sunglasses. I sit across from him, immediately popping a fry into my mouth.

"God, I'm starving." I groan, beginning to stuff my plate with the various foods in front of us.

Zayn called me in the midst of my rehearsal two hours ago, wanting to meet up with me over lunch. I told him to give me an hour or so, as I was not finished with my rehearsal for the day. After returning home completely exhausted, I took the quickest shower I can muster, then headed outside to meet Zayn here.

I speak with a mouth full of salad, "What did you do today?"

Zayn shrugs his shoulders carelessly, while cutting his steak. "Went to the gym, headed home, spoke to my sisters for hours. ."

I hum, then swallow down the food to talk. "How are they doing?" I ask him, referring to his Mother's state.

Zayn sighs, dodging his stare down at his plate. "Fine. . . I guess. They're just way too confident that my mom will make it."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I take a gulp of the water next to me, then turn to Zayn again. "What do you mean? Your mom will make it, Za—"

"It's cancer, Melody! Bloody cancer!" Zayn snaps, his eyes going wide.

A small gasp leaves my mouth, quite startled at his sudden yell. I look around awkwardly to find a few people giving us stares. "We're in public Zayn, keep it down."

Zayn glares at whoever's still looking at us, pulling out his box of cigarettes.

Frowning, I set my fork down, watching him wrapping his lips around the cigarette, and lightning the toxic object. He inhales sharply, exhaling seconds later, as huge grey puffs of smoke escape his lips.

I cross my arms, still watching him carefully.

"Let's just hope for the best, yeah?" Zayn says while the cigarette is still between his lips.

Nodding slowly, I take a sip from my glass of wine, that the waiter placed for us minutes ago.

Zayn crushes the cigarette into the ashtray, getting back to his food. "Good, now drop it."

With a sigh, I sink back in to eating my plate of greek salad, grilled chicken, and fries.

I know I shouldn't promise Zayn that his mom will make it out alive from the surgery, but that's all I can do to be there for him. His sister, Doniya, is already blaming him for not being there for their Mother, and the last thing he wants is negative people and thoughts. I'm trying my best to plug some positive, encouraging thoughts in his mind, but he's not having it. He's stuck on the fact that it's 'Cancer', and that his mother won't survive this war.