Song for the chapter:
Ed Sheeran // Shirtsleeve
(a/N: HIS ALBUM IS SO PERFECT OHMYSH! If you've listened to it what's your fav song from it?! Mine is Afire love, one, take it back, & well like the whole thing lol)
The tense atmosphere created by combined nerves and unspoken words. The tension feels like it's choking me at the neck making it difficult to breathe. At some point during the car ride I rolled the windows down despite the crispy weather outside. I needed some sort or relieve or maybe I hoped some of the tension would fly out the window but it didn't.
Soon enough we're parked in my garage. I'm the first to get out of the car Melody following soon after me. We haven't exchanged any conversation that wasn't necessary like me telling her any information the doctors have told me. Other than that no other conversation was held between us.
An unsettling nausea has settled in my stomach ever since last night. Never have I had a fight with someone that has affected me so much. I feel like a complete asshole. My emotions had ranged from Anger, sadness, and remorse. I don't know if it can even be qualified as a fight, honestly. I didn't know what to think or how to react all the stress and mixed emotions from last night took over and I just blew up. I understand she's not ready to tell me but last night was one of those moments where I realized how much I actually care for her. In the Trepidation of losing her, that I realized just how much she means to me. And I want to do nothing other than keep her safe rather it's from herself or the outside world. I need her to trust me enough to do so. Last night I felt like the trust just wasn't there adding on to the growing pile of emotions yesterday leading up to my screaming.
Melody emerges from the hallway wearing sweats and a long sleeve plain shirt with her wet hair thrown into a bun. I'm guessing she just took a shower. I've been too caught up in my mind to realize she even left the room and to also realize I'm still leaning against the doorframe that leads from the garage into the house. I clear my throat awkwardly walking over to the couch Melody just sat on.
I didn't say anything and neither did she for at least five minutes. She sat with her hands in her lap fiddling with her fingers while I watched her. I scooted closer to her until our thighs were touching. Melody sucked in a breath but quickly recovered resuming playing with her fingers. I wrapped my arms around her stomach pulling her into me. She stiffened at first but soon relaxed into my arms. I pulled her body in between my legs as I rested my face in the crook of her neck. I tried ignoring the annoying intense thumping in my chest as her body pressed against mine.
We stayed wrapped in each other without talking for a couple more minutes before she broke the silence.
"I'm sorry," her small soft voice carries throughout the small room. I nodded against her neck moving her hair to the side with my chin before pressing a kiss firmly onto the newly exposed skin. She sucked in a breath. A smile pulled at my lips. I pecked her on last time on her neck before speaking. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of blown up like that. I understand you're not ready to tell me Everything and I'm okay with that," I spoke quietly
She stays quiet for a minute, and then blows out a shaky breath before speaking. "My dad left us when he found out my mom was pregnant with me. After my mom died I went to live with my grandparents. and...I.. They, He I-," she stumbles across her words. I feel hot droplets hit my hand and that's when I realize she's crying.
"Mel, look at me," I softly command. She reluctantly sits up slowly, turning to face me looking everywhere but at me. I grip her chin positioning her face to be eye level with me. Her face has light bruising and scraps on it and she wears a small bandage on her forehead.
"You're not ready to tell me and I'm okay with that. I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you okay? Take your time. I can wait babe."
Her eyes gloss over again, but she quickly blinks the tears away. Her eyes search for mine and mine do the same. We both subconsciously move forward until our lips connect. The gentle way her lips worked with mine and easiness of our lips moving together in perfect sync. The kiss was passionate and tender. I could almost feel the words we had failed to say passing unspoken through the kiss. Neither of us has discussed our feelings for one another, but they way we kissed me made it clear we do quite fancy each other.
Fire is searing through me running through my veins as we continue to kiss. The goosebumps on my skin contradict what I'm feeling inside.
I pulled away too soon, trying to stay in Melody's comfort-zone. Our foreheads rested against our smiles stretched from ear to ear. My heart is still beating abnormally fast.
I search for Melody's hand, our gaze never dropping. Once I find her hand I capture it in mine and raise it to rest on my chest where my heartbeat is. She looks down at where I placed her hand, when she feels the Intensity of my heart her smile grows impossibly bigger. She drags her hand down out of my grip down my torso heating up every part of my body. She removes her hand just to place it under mine, moving it to rest just above her left breast where her heartbeat is at. Our eyes still locked on each other's. Her heart is beating just as fast as mine.
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Hey guys!! So this story won't really be in Melody's p.o.v that much anymore! But I made a twitter for her, and I'll be posting her entires, and her poems that are in her journal! the acc will help you guys understand her more, and get inside her head! They'll also give you hints as of what's going on with her! (You'll see what I mean later on in the story) & They'll be all her personal thoughts and such so it's @melodyreedx !
When the acc hits 100 followers I'll start posting! So go follow!!
I haven't talked to you guys in a while, so hi babes ((: x
I hope you're all doing wonderful!
& expect an update before Friday!
ANY JULY BIRTHDAYS!?? MINE IS THE 28th!!
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