Opposites

s e v e n t y - t h r e e

I sprayed a bit of my boyfriend's perfume on my wrist and now it can't stop smelling like him & i miss him so much uGH lol enjoy reading xx

Melody

"You know I love you, right?"

Zayn grins at my silly question, looking briefly at my pouted lips then back up to meet my eyes. "Mhm."

I'm sitting between his legs—them wrapped around my lower body—on the couch, facing him. He keeps on twirling my hair around his index finger, with a smile adorning his flawless face.

"Like I really love you, you know?" I ask, my voice wavering a bit.

"I know." He holds my cheeks with both of his hands, squishing them together. "And I love you so fucking much too, yeah?"

My heart skips a beat at that, then I nod vigorously. "I can tell you anything, right?"

Zayn pecks my nose, "Of course, love."

Playing with my fingers nervously, I say, "You have to promise not to get mad, though."

Who am I kidding? He won't get mad? Hell, he'll blow the heck up after I tell him about everything.

Zayn's lips attach to my neck, kissing tenderly at that spot. "Okay." His lips stop under my left ear, taking deep breaths. "You smell like blueberries."

A laugh escapes my mouth, placing my hand on his exposed neck.

Zayn pulls back, quickly locking his lips with mine, making all the butterflies to return to my stomach, and my toes to curl up. Our lips move against each other hungrily. Zayn's hands roam around my body stopping on my chest, squeezing my left boob. I let out a strangled moan against his mouth, and he pulls back away. Wiping the saliva off my mouth with his thumb, Zayn speaks again. "What did you want to tell me?"

"You see. . . The thing is that I've been keeping something from you and—"

A click then a drop of keys is heard, making me close my mouth shut. Zayn and I turn our attention at the doorway, waiting to see who it is who just bursted on us.

"Harry?" Louis yells from the front door. "Harry, are you home?" Louis booms again.

Just when he wanted to pass the living room to go searching for Harry, he stops when he notices us.

"Oh." Is all he says for a minute or so, as he stares back and forth from Zayn to me. "Have you seen Harry?" He directs his question at me.

"No, I haven't all day. Why?"

Louis sighs, "The Christmas tree has arrived, it's out there, and they need his signature."

"Oh, well—"

Louis immediately cuts me off, as if he doesn't want to hear my voice at all costs. "Nevermind, I'll call him." He says, turning away as he pulls his phone out of his jacket.

"Louis, wait." I untangle myself from around Zayn's body, my fuzzy socks padding across the hardwood floor until I reach Louis.

He keeps texting on his phone—probably Harry, as I stand before him, waiting for his attention.

"That idiot, he's buying Christmas lights." Louis mutters, shaking his head.

He types a few more words, telling Harry to come as soon as possible. He locks his phone, turning back away as if I'm not standing in front of him, waiting for him to finish.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." I grab him from his elbow.

"What?" He snaps.

With furrowed eyebrows, I say, "I need to tell you something. We need to talk." I tell him, referring to Lily, hoping he understands what I mean by 'talk'.