…Two Days Later…
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Melody's POV:
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It’s been dead in this mansion. Harry and I rarely saw each other, and when that happened, either him or I walk in a different direction. Anne tried to fix the black hole between us, but she probably got more yells from him about it. I called Albert and informed him that Anne would be heading over to the main branch of the company, so she can receive her position and start working. Although she kept thanking me, I felt that she shouldn’t.
She has suffered all her life by depressing her goals, and I will not allow anyone to stop her from achieving them, not even if its Harry. Whenever there is a lunch or dinner that gathers us three in one place, I change my clothes and claim that I am heading out. Mostly, I end up at a Café downtown, and I just have a cup of latte instead of actual food.
I would be lying if I said that I don’t miss his touch, that I don’t miss his chuckle vibrating in my ear, that I don’t miss us wrapped around each other in the same bed. But what can I do? He clearly doesn’t see me in his future, and I don’t know why he believes that we would divorce each other. I would never leave him no matter what happens, but he seems so conflicted about this.
Right now, I am in my room, gazing at my phone blankly, as my thoughts swift me from one to another. I decide to go for a drive, instead of just being dull, it might help me clear my mind a little.I climb down the stairs, and I suddenly freeze to see Rodger welcoming someone inside. (http://www.polyvore.com/blue_beauty/set?id=116330285&lid=3328693).
His hazel eyes capture me in a stun, while they wonder all over my body in a dirty matter.“What are you doing here?” I try my best to sound confidently stern, hiding my fear of his presence.
“I’m looking for curly head, but who cares about him now that I have you here.” Zayn’s flirting makes me shiver, I don’t know why, but ever since he exposed his true colours to me; I began to hate him and became frightened from his essence.
He walks closer to me, allowing his hand to trace over my shoulder. His hand is cold, and it shivers my skin as it slides up and down my arm. “Harry’s outside. Excuse me I better get going.” I step away from him, while his smile increases.
The butler is nowhere in sight, and for once since the two days passed; I pray Harry shows up this instant. God seemed to be on my protective side, as the door creeks open. Harry emerges from the outside, holding his sunglasses in his hand.
Once he spots Zayn and my frightened self, he throws the shades away, and huffs like a tackling bull. “What the hell are you doing here?” His tone is scary, but I am too scared to move at the moment. “Mel, get upstairs.”
He asks calmly, but I know if I left them they will tear each other apart. “(He warns calmly) Mel, I’m being as calm as I damn can right now. Get upstairs please.” I start my shaking walk, and Zayn doesn’t stop me thankfully.
I reach the upper level, but I don’t get inside of the room; just in case something wrecking happens. Zayn turns his back to face my green-eyed shield, but Harry? His hands are closed like a diamond rock, ready to carve Zayn’s features into a pile of clay. God, you helped me getting Harry here for my own rescue, but please don’t make him cause turmoil and help him contain his anger more.
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The Pool Boy
FanfictionBeauty, Wealth, and a high rated Social Life is not everything that could carve you as a perfect 20 year old. This is what Melody Cramer found out after she witnessed the depth of her emptiness. How would a single boy, that is the complete opposite...
