Broken || Harry styles

Chapter 17

Songs for the chapter

Emeli Sande // River

Melody's P.O.V

I'm awaken by the sound of light voices bring carried out through the small room.

"I had a great time last night," a female voice spoke. Grace.

"Me too," Harry replied.

"I'll see you soon, call me."

"Okay," was the last thing Harry said before closing the door. I didn't want him to know I was eavesdropping, well not really eavesdropping since they were a mere ten feet away from me. I quickly shut my eyes pretending to be asleep before he turned back around.

I could feel his eyes searing into my skin. I heard his footsteps sliding against the hardwood floors coming toward me. They stopped right in front of me.

"You're shit at that," he remarked. I held my breath. "Mel, I know you're awake." He added. Dammit

"What?" I let out a yawn, stretching my arms above my head as if I was just waking up.

He chuckled. "you're not fooling anyone, Melody." He's eyes drawn into slits, glaring at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Harold,"

"Yeah, right," he retorted.

"And don't call me Harold," he adds, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Harold," I challenged, not being able to hide the smirk that formed on my face.

"What was that?" He asks, moving closer to where I was now seated on the couch.

"Harold," I repeated, firmly. My smirk growing.

He steps closer, bending down so he's eye leaved with me. His emerald eyes boring into mine. He leaned in closer grazing along my lips with his. My breath hitched in my throat. He continues to move along the side of my face, his warm breathe fanning across my face he continued to move along my jawline until he reached my ear.

"Repeat that again?" He voice low and gravely.

"H-Harold" I tried to remain firm, failing horribly.

He blow out a breathily laugh, against my neck making more goosebumps arise along my neck.

All of a sudden his long fingers are at my sides, attacking me; tickling me. His hands roam all over my body. Causing me to laugh hysterically. "H-Harry," "st-,"
I struggle to get the words out over my laugher. It isn't until he reaches my thighs that I shriek out in pain.

"Harry!" I scream loud enough to gain his attention. Tears are stinging the back of my eyes but I quickly blink them away. Annoyance, and anger flooded through me instantly at Harry, and Myself at the remembrance of last night.

I don't know why I felt annoyed and anger toward Harry. He didn't technically do anything. I guess the majority of these emotions were aimed at myself. I just wanted an excuse to make me not feel like complete shit for the way I handled myself yesterday. I wanted to blame Harry for leaving me alone making my dark thoughts cloud my mind and making me fight them on my own. But I've been doing it alone for years now I don't need Harry. I guess because whenever he's around I get a little leverage from everything, and him leaving caused me to fall back into the darkness.

I really can't blame anyone even though I want to. I want I believe that Me being so fucked up, isn't my fault. I want to believe I wasn't the cause of all this. But the said truth is, is that it is me. And I can't blame anyone but myself.

Even after I've told myself I had no valid reason to actually be mad at Harry Annoyance still seared through me toward him.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I d-,"

"I'm fine Harry," I shot back rolling my eyes. He's taken back by my change of moods and replies with a simple "okay."

"Your girlfriend is pretty," I quietly admit. Grace was pretty, really pretty actually now that I think about it. Her blonde hair was in loose curls that cascaded down her back that stopped just above her bum. Her were a striking blue-green striking, she had a perfect Petite figure. I don't know why I brought her up, nonetheless complimented her.

The question has been floating in my mind since last night and this was the only way to ask him if she really was his girlfriend, without really asking. I don't know why I care that he has a girlfriend. I wouldn't mind, actually.

He erupts into a pit of laughter, causing me to grow confused.

"My girlfriend? Grace isn't my girlfriend Melody."

"That's not what I looked like last night," I say my eyes dropping his gaze landing on my fingers in my lap.

Harry's P.O.V

"My girlfriend? Grace isn't my girlfriend Melody," I conclude still chuckling at her silly assumption.

"That's not what it looked like last night" she says her gaze dropping mine to land in her lap while she fiddles with her fingers. Something in her eyes when she brought up Grave, seemed a but off. And The way she was talking about her her all most sounded like she was jealous?

Why would she be jealous? I mean yes me and Melody have kissed and yes I feel something for her, but I don't exactly know what those feelings are quite yet.

And I'm not even sure if Melody feels anything for me though. Yes she made the move and kissed me and those were the actions that made me think that she does have some kind of feelings for me. How distant she is from me contradicts that, though.

Honestly it'll be selfish for me to try to be anything more than friends with her due to everything she has on her plate right now. I don't want to add a relationship to that. Not that she wants to date me, anyway so I guess it really doesn't matter.

I'm more than okay with being just friends with her as long as she's here, with me, in my life.

It's weird to think that I just met Melody three weeks ago and I already have formed an attachment to her. I've spent almost a whole three weeks with her, id be weird If I didn't grow any type of attachment, actually.

But what gets me is that I've never felt such fondness, or care toward anyone, ever. And to know I've developed such care for her in the little amount of time I've know her, scares the hell out of me.

I realize I haven't replied, to caught up in my own thoughts.

"I was just drunk Melody, she was an old friend and we ran into to each other at the party. Were just friends, nothing more" I tried to explain. It felt weird explaining myself to Melody because of the fact that me and her aren't more than friends, either.

She hasn't replied, her fingers fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater.
Her sleeve rolls up a bit, just enough for me to catch a glimpse or her newly cut wrist.

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