"GoodMorning sunshine," I greet Melody when I see her eyes flutter open. I watched her fall asleep, and I couldn't bring myself to leave her so I just slept here. Despite how uncomfortable it was, my morning view made it all worth it.
"Morning," she replies, flashing me a small smile, enough for the indent of her dimple to come into view. She looks so much better then she did yesterday. She's doesn't look as pale and worn out, her eyes don't look as dull, or as red and puffy; she looks refreshed.
The crack in the curtains casts a streak of sunlight on the side of her face making her glow, she almost looks like an angel. She looks so calm and at peace even though I know that's the polar opposite of how she feels. It's astonishing to think this girl contains so much pain, and sadness.
She stirs around under the covers, stretching her legs and arms before sitting up. Her lower half is still engulfed in the white mess of the comforter on the bed. Her hair now cascades over her left shoulder, my long sleeve shirt hangs off one shoulder. Some scars and bruises come into view but I choose not to say anything about the it.
"Thank you Harry, for letting me sleep in your bed and for staying last night I tr-,"
"Stop, no need to thank me. Seriously." I assure her with a smile. She nods putting her head down playing with the strings attached to my sweats making her hair fall, covering half her face. She doesn't need pounds of makeup nor does she need to spend five hours in front of the mirror doing her hair, dolling herself up. She's perfect, just waking up, with the last remainders of sleep still in her eyes, free of any and all makeup she might of applied the day before. She was, without a doubt, absolutely beautiful without much of an attempt.
Melody asked if she could get some clothes from wherever she'd been staying. We agreed that she shouldn't be alone anytime soon so I offered to let her stay with me for spring break. I know knew that the house she claimed to live at she doesn't really live there, so i Was unaware of her living circumstances which probably weren't that good considering shed tried hiding them from me. She denied my offer at first but after twenty minutes of convincing her she finally gave in. I'm guessing she had nothing to leave behind judging on how casual she's just going to pack up her belongings and leave. Another forty-five minutes of arguing was held, again, afterwards about me offering to take her to get her belongings because it would have been a lot easier and that it didn't make sense for her to take a bus when I had a car. In her defense she argued they she's not a baby and she can take care of herself and it'll only take her an hour, which confirmed my assumptions about her not wanting me to discover where she was living. I finally gave in and let her go, because I just want her to feel comfortable, and if me finding out where she lives makes her uncomfortable then ill respect her decision which now that I'm thinking about it, it was a completely stupid. What is she doesn't come back? What if she attempts again? I know none of these a likely to happen I just really don't want anything to happen to her, and I can't help my over protective tendencies especially when it comes to her. My mind it ripped from my thoughts at the door being abruptly open revealing Melody.
Her hair it brought out of her face tied into a loose messy bun. She has on a plain black sweatshirt, accompanied with a pair of blue jeans. She's hauling a suitcase, and small bag that probably contains all her girl shit like hair essentials, and makeup that she doesn't need.
"You can put your stuff in the guest room," I offer. Yes I have a guess room but it only has a dresser, no bed, just a dresser.
"Second door to the left," I call out behind her. She set her stuff in the corner of the room and then follows me back out into the living room.
"Can w-we talk?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, before sitting on the couch. She sits on the chair opposite from me. Her hands fall into her lap, her gaze falls onto her lap also.
I want to have a real conversation with her, no walls, no Barriers; the real Melody. I want her to be able to laugh freely, to say whatever comes to mind, I want her to joke with me and vise versa. I want her to feel comfortable around me.
"Harry, I'm sorry," she starts I open my mouth to tell her that she doesn't need to be sorry but she raises her hand to silence me.
"I'm sorry for everything I've put you through over these past two weeks. I feel like I need to explain things a little better, just give me some time for that. But right now I want to thank you for all that you've done. You're the first person to care about me and that honestly scares me. I'm scared of letting myself care for you, even though its to late, now. I'm scared to let people in, I'm scared that once you see the real me and see how honestly messed up I am, youll leave. I'm scared that when you do find all the answers to all of your questions you're going to get bored and leave," she pauses taking deep breaths a couple of tears roll down her cheeks before she continues. "Im sorry for being this way, I really am. I hate myself, Harry so much. All this pain I feel is destroying me. But whenever I'm around you, I feel like I get a piece of my sanity back, and that's what scares me the most."
Melody's P.O.V
".... and that's what scares me the most" I finish, breathless. I'm shocked that I had the guts to say what I just said. When I left to gather my belongings I had time to think everything through. It was hard to admit and say every thing I just had. I couldn't loose Harry, he was the only hope I had of anything getting better and I was afraid that if I kept pushing him away he'd give up, like everyone else. I know I didn't fully open up to him but its all i can bring myself to give him right now.
All my life had built these walls to keep everyone out and to keep everything in. And then Harry came along and is slowly breaking down what I'd spent years building. No he didn't heal all of my wounds up but now I see a tiny light through this dark fog I've been stuck in.
I look up to Harry to see his eyebrows pulled together studying my face. He crosses the tiny space between the chair and the couch diminishing the space between us pulling me in a hug.
I pull back, removing my hand from his back, cupping his face and I surprise both of us by pressing my lips to his.
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Finally they kissed! I think it's time for a ship name? I was thinking 'helody' but idk. Any suggestions?
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Broken || Harry styles
Fanfiction“Someone once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person for you may cut yourself of the shattered pieces.” They were brought together by a painful tragedy. Her past destroyed her mentally and physically leaving her nothing but a hallo...
