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"We're going to bed," I say behind my shoulder as I walk away from the couch that's occupied by Liam.
"Use protection kids!" He shouts.
"Fuck the hell off Liam!" I shout loud enough for the neighbors to hear, giving him the bird as I do so. Melody's cheeks are tinted a deep pink in embarrassment. As her eyes meet mine I give her an apologetic smile.
As soon as we reach my room I flick on the light before removing my shirt. I contemplate about taking off my pants too but I can see how uncomfortable Melody is by me just having my shirt off.
"Are you okay with sleeping in here?" I ask her, walking up to where she's standing. She nods, not making eye contact.
"Mel, look at me please."
"I won't sleep in here if that makes you uncomfortable," I continue when I have her attention.
"No, no it's fine," she assures me. I nod Turing around flicking the light off. I search for Melody's hand in the darkness. As soon as I have her small hands clasped in mine I lead her to the bed. She gets in first with my guidance, I soon follow. Once were both in between the covers I sigh and relax.
"You want to know something?" I ask, shifting my body so I laid on my side facing her. She nods, her eyes trained on the ceiling. The moonlight from the window allows a little light in the room.
"I'm adopted," I sigh, the while idea still hasn't fully registered in my head. "My adopted parents told me a little over a year ago. They hid it from me for sixteen years. And the sad part is they weren't going to tell me. I came across the adoption paper shit. We had a huge argument over it that resulted in me moving from England, to California. It was all too much for me. I was lashing out at everyone, my grades went to shit. I just needed a new start you know? I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was raised with loving, supporting parents. It's just after I found out I was just upset that they've kept it from me for all these years, I guess.
But I couldn't shake the feeling of being unwanted.
I've always wondered why didn't my parents want me? What's wrong with me? You know?" Melody remains quiet as she stares at me intently, with her brows together. I feel uncomfortable as her strong gaze burns me making me feel too vulnerable. I cleared my throat breaking eye contact, focusing my vision at the ceiling."Harry," she spoke quietly.
"Mmm,"
"I-I'm sorry," her voice no louder than a whisper.
"This is the first even thinking about all this shit since I met you. You're helping me in more ways than you think Melody," I say refocusing my gaze back to Melody.
She gives me a small smile as I feel her cautiously lace her fingers through mine under the covers. A smile pulls at my lips, and my heart beats a little faster. She slowly slides her body toward mine until we're almost touching. She stares at me for a few moments before wrapping her arms around my torso, her face buried in the side of my neck hugging me.
"Thank you," she mumbles into my neck causing me to shudder. "for sharing that with me," she clarifies.
I don't respond, I just return the embrace pulling her closer into me. I don't know how long we were in that position, just comforting each other but somewhere in that time Melody fallen asleep.
I pull my head back slightly and kiss the top of Melody's head. I freeze afraid that I've woken her up when she starts to stir lightly. She wiggles her face further into me and her arms tighten around me. Glad that I haven't woken her up I relax letting my body melt back into her.
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