Song for the chapter:
Little mix // Little Me
"What do you call a Bee who is having a bad hair day?"
"Harry," Melody groans.
"A frisbee!" I exclaim ignoring her obvious annoyance toward my jokes I've been telling for the past five minutes.
"Why did the police officer smell?"
"Harry! Please, stop,"
"Make me," I challenge wiggling my eyebrows. Blush creeps onto her cheeks, tinting them a light pink. She rolls her eyes focusing her attention back onto her journal that lays in her lap.
The next hour is spent with Melody writing in her journal, and me watching her as she did so. She'd notice me staring a couple times but id never look away.
Minutes later I pulled out my phone, opening the camera app. I clicked the capture button and just to my luck the flash was on causing Melody to jump up covering her face.
"Harry! What are you doing?!" She screams, shielding her face with a pillow. I let out a loud laugh, still taking pictures. I get up from my seat on the couch, walking toward her snapping pictures still. My laughing drowns out her protests. Every step I take forward she takes three backwards.
Her back soon hits the wall. She curses under her breath causing me to let out a deep chuckle. The pillow is the only Barrier between us which she is holding tightly in front of her face.
"Melody, just take one picture with me and I'll leave you alone," I try to compromise. She shakes her head against the pillow. I place my hands on her waist stroking her hip bones gently with my thumbs. As soon as my hand touches her, her breath gets caught in her throat and her breathing gets quicker. A jolt of electricity runs through me waking every cell in my body at the simple contact.
"Pleaseeeeee," I beg, childishly.
"No."
"You have ten seconds to put the pillow down and take a damn picture with me or I will tickle."
"Harry!" She warns
"9."
"Harry, please"
"8,"
"I'm not kidding Harry!"
"7"
She squirms to get out of my grip but I'm too strong for her.
"654321"!
My hands fly to her side attacking every inch of her I could reach. She drops the pillow, swatting my hands away from her.
"Stop. I-" she struggles to say in between her fits of laughter.
"Take a picture with me!"
"O-o-okay!!" She screams. I throw my head back in laughter as she catches her breath. I smirk leaning further into her. The tip of my nose ran up the length of her neck to her jaw. She sucked in a a sharp breath as I pressed my lips to her cheek. I quickly pulled out my phone, and snapped a picture.
"I wasn't ready!" She protest. My smirk grows into a smile as I look at the picture. My lips are pressed firmly into her check. Melody's eyes are closed, her lips are pulled back exposing her perfect teeth, displaying her beautiful smile and both of her dimples are prominent in her cheeks. I set the picture as my new lock screen before locking my phone and shoving it back into my back pocket.
I turn and face Melody, she looks at me with awe and there's something else there that I can't decipher.
"I needed a new lock-screen," I say smirking. She lets out a light giggle and shakes her head. "What do you want to do today?" I ask. She lifts her shoulders. "How about we can order some food and finish American Horror Story?"
"Sounds perfect," she says grinning.
Four hours laster we're laying in huge pallet that we made. Three covers lay on top of each other underneath us to protect us from the wooden floor, and one covering us. All of our food is scatter all over the blankets. Melody is sitting up with her back against the couch. She's holding the cover over her face stopping just below her eyes; she looks petrified. I've again watched her more than this damn show. I want to have her cuddled up with me but I have to admit watching her whenever something "scary" happens amuses me way too much to stop it. The way she squeezes her eyes shut and grips the blanket for dear life the way she screams and jolts up is rather amusing considering the fact that this show isn't scary.
Another twenty minutes flew by ending the episode we were watching. Instead of continuing the next show I turn the Telly off. Melody looks confused and almost relived.
"What's your favorite color?" I ask.
"Red."
"Animal?"
"I don't have one."
"Interesting. When's your birthday?"
"May twenty-seventh"
"What is your favorite quality about yourself?"
"I-I don't know."
"You don't know?" she nods, dropping our eye contact.
"You can't think of one good quality about yourself?" She shakes her head. "Mel, first you're absolutely beautiful. I would say perfect but I don't believe perfect exist. But since I've met you that has become harder to believe. You're so sweet, adorably shy, down to earth, independent and so, so incredibly strong." I don't know how or when we became so close but now her breath was fanning across my face. I bring my hand to cup the side of her face, I stroke her cheekbone lightly with the pad of my thumb. My eyes trying to find hers asking for permission. She gives me a slight nod and I seal my lips to hers.
Butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach like a fucking fifth grader. An electrical surge runs through me, awaking every cell. My heart is pounding in my chest but she pulls back a little too early. I look into her warm brown eyes before pecking her lips one last time. "Let's go to bed?" I ask not being able to contain the smile just thinking about her even considering wanting to sleep with me.
"Yeah," she grins. Ten minutes later the living room is back to normal. Melody takes a blanket from the pile and gets on the couch. A pang of hurt and disappointed hits me.
"D-do you want to sleep in the bed?" I ask hopeful. She bits her lip, contemplating. "I-I'm okay, thank you though." She says her voice small only making the pain that has settled in my chest worsen. I nod. "Uh, okay than. goodnight."
***
"What the fuck," I hiss as my annoying phone goes off waking me up from my slumber. I blindly reach around the for my phone not bothering opening up my eyes. My have runs over a cold metal square. I answer the phone bring it up to my ear. "What the fuck do you want?! It's three o'clock in the morning!"
"Mr. Styles," an unfamiliar voice speaks through the phone. "This is Dr. Wes. From the Sierra Hospital. I'm calling In regards of Melody She's been in a really bad inci-,"
"What?!" I jump out of my bed and sprint to the living room where I was sure Melody was. But when I frantically turn the corner I'm met with an empty room.
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