Opposites

s e v e n t y - e i g h t

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Songs for the chapter :

•A Little Bit Stronger - Sara Evans
•Million Years Ago - Adele
•Almost Is Never Enough - Ariana Grande & Nathan Sykes

Melody

"I just want to grab some stuff, and leave." I say the second Harry opens the front door, quickly getting in without making eye contact with him.

I run straight towards the staircase, when Harry's raspy voice calls my name.

"Melody,"

My heart stings at that, wanting to run into his arms, let him play with my hair, as I sob in his embrace. I want things to go back like they used to be, but I can't make that happen. I shake my head to myself, ignoring him, and continuing my way up to my room.

My chest tightens when I open the door to my room, everything organised and in its place just how I left it.

With a sigh, I walk towards my closet. I pull out one of my small suitcases, setting it on the bed, then walking back to the closet. My eyes wander to the many clothes I have, forgetting what I was here for in the first place.

It's been two days of utter hell. Hell. All that I was doing was just crying my eyes out whenever I remember what actually happened, while Liam and Niall tried to make it seem like it's okay. But, it isn't okay. It's awful, because karma is a bitch. Karma is teaching me how Zayn feels right now—how betrayed, and hurt he feels.

Today, though, I woke up later than usual, still feeling the sting of the pain. I brushed my teeth anyways, got dressed through this mess, and put a smile on my face. While Liam and Niall were out finishing the last touches for their wedding, I took that as an opportunity to go to the flat. I'd like to think that I'm getting a little bit better and stronger, because I've actually gotten out of the bed.

I'm still holding on to that hope that Zayn might call, cry, and solve it all out. But, who am I even kidding? This is reality. Zayn won't call now, and he might not call later. I might have lost him, and the worst thing is to grieve the loss of a person who's still alive. It cuts you deep, takes a tight grip upon your broken heart, and beats the shit out of you—mentally.

It all comes down to the regret I'm feeling. I knew this would happen, I knew I was gonna regret everything I ever did. After the words 'I hate dancing too' escaped my mouth, I knew hell would fall loose over me. What I didn't know, though, was my own brother stabbing me in the back.

Everybody lies. But, my lie was worse than any other lie out there. How can I expect Zayn to forgive what I did? I can't even blame him for anything, because it's all me, it's all my own fault. He did nothing.

Sighing, I begin to stuff a few shirts, and jeans. I don't know how many more days I'm staying over at Liam's and Niall's. Their wedding is in two days, and then they're going to spend their honeymoon on some Island that I forgot the name of. So, they're letting me stay in their apartment for as long as I want. I feel like a burden, but they reassured me many times that I'm welcomed.

I just need time to think, cry, and start over.

I zip the suitcase closed, and drag it across the wooden floor. Stopping in the middle of the room, I look around me for a bit. My eyes fall on the frame on my nightstand. With furrowed eyebrows, I grip it in my hands, inspecting it. Harry has his arms wrapped around me, eyes closed, and a wide smile written across his features, while I have my head resting on his shoulder, with a grin as well. My mind goes blank for a while, keeping the frame in my hands, as something else catches my attention.