Opposites

s e v e n t y - f o u r

Melody

Wrinkling my nose, my eyes begin to slowly flutter open. Automatically, I shut them again because of the blinding light that's coming from the opened window. Who the hell opened my window?

I roll on the other side of the bed, tangled between the sheets, and close my eyes once again.

Ding.

Ding.

I open my left eye, to see my phone lightning up with a notification. I hold it up more for my vision, reading the notifications from Twitter.

@Melody_updates and @Melodyslays liked a photo!

⤴︎ In reply to Louis
@Melodyslays : omGGG THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER WHATRHEKXODLA

⤴︎ In reply to Louis
@Melstyles91 : i still don't ship them lol

⤴︎ In reply to Louis
@Harryandmelody : oh mY gOd fuCkING HELL THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

I furrow my eyebrows hardly, quickly unlocking my phone, then opening the Twitter app. I tap on Louis' profile to get a hang of why everyone is freaking out.

I scroll down past a few things he retweeted until I stop on one specific tweet that makes my heart skip a beat.

@Louis_Tomlinson : So buzzin to be spending this Christmas morning with my love @LillySmith :)

My heartbeat keeps accelerating at a fast pace, jumping off my bed, untangling myself from the sheets, and speeding out of my room. My feet hurriedly descend the stairs, making annoying noises against the wood, finally turning around the corner to reach the kitchen.

Empty.

Spinning around, I exit the kitchen to run to the dining room. My heart slows down its pace when I stop at the doorway of the dining room, the scene unfolding before me.

Harry's distributing plates, glasses, spoons, knives and forks across the dining table while chatting into the phone that's pressed against his ear, supported by his shoulder. My eyes slowly move to the left, where Louis and Lily stand.

He has his arms wrapped around her slim waist, while hers are around his neck. Louis' lips are broken into a wide grin, not quite reaching his ears. However, his body moves are tense, and his eyes show some kind of emotions other than happiness.

He actually did it, I think to myself. Louis sacrificed his happiness for me. I don't have to feel afraid when Lily's or Louis' around. I needed Louis to get Lily back not because I didn't want Zayn to find out. On the contrary, I want him to hear the truth from me. I don't have to run anymore from the fear of being caught, because now that Lily won't tell Zayn, I can do that myself. I'd rather tell him myself and bear the fact that he's gonna—probably—hate me. I'd rather see his face crumbling when he hears the truth from my mouth, not from somebody else's—as heartless as that sounds.

Zayn deserves to know the whole truth. He deserves to know me. To know who I really am. I deserve to be loved the way that I am, as well. However, I can't seem to let go of that deep fear I have. Zayn finding out won't be a complete blessing. It will get the world off my shoulders, yes. But, it will crush him ten times worse than me. It will destroy him. Us.