Opposites

s e v e n t y - f i v e

I hope u guys are aware that with each chapter Melody's getting more famous and has a lot concerts going on, u know the fame stuff

Song for the chapter : Stardust - MIKA

Melody

Getting attached to someone is one thing. But, getting attached to someone so freaking hard, and have the whole world against you—is another thing. Getting pressured by everyone you know for loving that someone so much, is getting out of hand in my case.

When everyone around you tries to tear you apart from that one person, that one source of happiness you've got, that person who's become your everything—is when it gets bad. They haven't been loved by him, kissed by him, socialised with him, nor sat with him to talk about the most weirdest, deepest things ever. They don't know the feeling to be able to see your soul through another human. They don't know how it is to get attached to that person, and never being able to let go. They absolutely don't fucking know how hard it is to go through this stage of your life—perusing a career, and giving your all to someone—without getting the support you need from your family.

What would've happened if my parents were alive? This question always lingers in the backest, and darkest part of my mind, remaining unanswered every single time. I wonder if they were alive, would they have let me persue my career, and travel across the world alone? Would they have let me get into a relationship with someone who somehow has a bad past with my own brother? Or would they have let me get myself into all this mess, all these lies, only to be with that someone that I dearly love?

I wonder how my mother's advices would've sounded, or how my father's strictness would've been.

It's so hard. I'm tired.

Harry doesn't understand, that I'm completely aware of what I'm doing wrong. I know this lie is getting bigger and bigger with each passing day, but it's all gonna be fixed soon.

And by soon, I mean tomorrow, after I get back from New Jersey since I have a long awaited concert there.

I already came up with a plan, and I organised everything with Niall and Liam so I can—

"Mel! You're using the wrong color!"

My mind snaps back into reality, immediately focusing back on what I'm doing. "Shit."

Sighing, I rapidly get the paint brush from the wrong can that consists of a blue color, that I accidentally put in instead of the white color can. "Sorry." I look up to Zayn with a frown.

"S'fine, I'll go bring another brush, and a few cans since we need them." He flashes me a small smile, then jogs out of the museum to retrieve the stuff from his car.

Huffing in frustration, I lay the now blue covered brush on the newspapers we've settled on the floor—so we don't mess everything with paint—and lean against the newly, fresh painted, dried wall behind me.

When will this nightmare ever end?

****

I feel hands wrapping around me from behind, Zayn's familiar scent immediately filling up my nostrils. A smile overtakes my lips, as my hand continues to work, painting the white wall for a second coat. Zayn presses a kiss under my ear, sending sparks, and goosebumps all over and through my body.