Opposites

s e v e n t y - o n e

[i explained why it took me so so long to update at the end of this chapter, read it if you're curious x]

Melody

On my tip toes, I silently begin to make my way towards the staircase. Out of nowhere, I suddenly hit my pinky toe with the leg of the tiny counter which is placed next to the staircase. Hissing in pain, I try to catch the vase that's about to fall from the push I just produced. I shake my foot a bit more, then continue my way. As expected, when I place my right foot on the first step, a clear of someone's throat sounds behind me.

Cursing to myself for not being careful and knowing it's Harry, I turn around to meet his green eyes that has become so dull. It tugs on my heartstrings to know that Harry has become this distant, dull person that he never was. It makes me frustrated to know that Harry has something very serious to tell me to the point that he can't find time to do so.

"Thirty minutes are three hours to you?" With crossed hands, Harry asks as he stares at me with a slight anger in his tone.

I unexpectedly shout my answer in anger. "I'm twenty for God's sake! Fucking Twenty! Why isn't that going through your stupid head?! I'm old enough to do whatever the hell I want. Stop. Just stop controlling me."

When Harry uncrosses his arms, and starts to approach me, is when I back away. My back hits the newel of the staircase, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, towering over me. "What's happened to you? When did you become this. . . horrible person?"

I hold back a gasp.

I try to gulp down the lump stuck in my throat, and to hold back the tears at the edge of my tired eyes as that sentence echoes through my ears. Instead of breaking down in front of Harry like I always do, I gather all the courage I can and fire back.

"Have you asked yourself that question for once?" I shake my head. "This is not the Harry I know."

Harry keeps his cold posture, even though there are tears threatening to stain his face. "And this is not the Melody I know." He spits, shamelessly raking me up and down.

Casting my eyes downwards to the floor, I let the salty tears to fall slowly. "We're not ourselves anymore." I shrug, struggling to keep in the sobs.

"I guess we're not. Everything changed." Harry nods, then turns around quickly to storm up the stairs.

"I'm tired, H-Harry." I choke on a sob, stopping him halfway on the staircase. "I'm tired of everything."

Harry stares pitifully down at me, shaking his head. "You've brought that to yourself."

After saying that and throwing one last look my way, he runs up to his room. When I hear the door shutting loudly, I finally let a very loud sob to flee my mouth.

****

I can't sleep.

I've been swinging, rolling, and tossing in my bed, trying to find a position to finally go to dreamland for the past two hours. I just can't. Harry's words just can't leave my mind alone.

Horrible? I'm the horrible person now? I'm horrible when I try to make everyone happy around me? When I try to take care of everyone else before myself? When I put everyone else's needs before mine? That's horrible to him?

He should be the one asking himself what did he turn into. Ever since we got here, he's been hiding secrets from me and pretending like everything's okay.

Growling, I get out of my bed, knowing it's going to take a little while until I can actually close my eyes, and let my thoughts to die. Rubbing my eyes, I yawn heading downstairs so I could drink a glass of water or something else to help me sleep.