Opposites

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// thoughts on the new cover? Made it myself😍

Melody

Rubbing my forehead exhaustedly, I say. "Stop moving Zayn, and just relax already."

Zayn continues to pace, ignoring my sentence completely.

"It's been hours! Why didn't anyone get out yet?!" Zayn exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

I sigh, my eyes following his still pacing figure. "For the thousandth time Zayn, sit down and eat something. Eventually, a nurse will get out and fill us up on what's happening."

Zayn shakes his head, as his teeth bite down on his lower lip.

"Zayn, please just eat something."

He keeps his silence, finally stopping his pacing and leaning against the wall behind him.

"What if-"

I cut him off, while walking towards him. "No. Don't start with the what if shit. We'll wait until someone gets out. Now, please just grab something to eat."

Zayn huffs in frustration, mumbling. "Fine, fine. Do you want anything?" He asks, as he gets off the wall.

"Coffee's good, thank you." I smile, watching his tall figure walking out of the waiting room and into the long hallway. When I see him turning around the corner to get to the elevator, I divert my attention to my ringing phone.

Knowing who it is, I quickly swipe the green icon and put it against my ear. "Yes?"

"It's midnight. When are you coming back?" Harry's voice sounds scratchy through the phone, which I find abnormal.

I sigh, while speaking calmly. "I can't leave Zayn."

"Well, I don't care. It's pitch dark outside, and I really don't need to worry about teenagers trying to rape you."

I scoff. "I'm twenty, Harry. Twenty. Stop telling me what to do. I'm sick of it."

"I don't care." Harry repeats, his tone bored. "You have half an hour to get here, Melody. Half an hour."

With a shake of my head and no words exchanged back, I hang up. Anger boils inside of me, as I turn off my phone.

Half an hour my ass.

I place my head in my hands, trying to calm my self down for Zayn's sake and mine.

Two unfamiliar shoes get my attention, slowly pulling my head away from my hands and looking up to find the devil herself.

Crossing my arms, I stand up from my chair in front of her. "What do you want?"

As usual, a smirk etches on the edge of her red plump lips.

"Is there any news?" She asks innocently, obviously referring to Zayn's mother's condition.

"You really got some guts and nerves, don't you?" I spit, looking down at her since I'm an inch taller. Seriously, who the hell does she think she is?

A laugh flees her mouth, pointing at my chest. "You've got some nerves actually. Not me."

What's that supposed to mean?

I huff, turning my back to her and beginning to walk away.

"You've got some nerves to be lying to him and come for support, hm? We wouldn't want Zaynie to find out about your little dancing, now do we?"