Harry's POV

"I'm gonna go rent a movie," Melody announced to the room. "If anyone wants to accompany me to Wahp Video, speak now or forever hold your peace."
We were in a hotel room at the AmericInn, where we were staying since Jack's mum didn't have enough room in her house to house Mel's family and us. So that's how we ended up across the 210 bypass from Wal-Mart and a Dairy Queen Grill-and-Chill.
"I'll come," I offered, raising a hand.
She didn't respond. "Louis?"
His head shot up. "What?"
"Would you come with me?"
"I will!" I offered again.
"Take Hazza. He seems eager to go," Louis suggested.
She ignored him after that. "Niall?"
He shook his head, not even looking up from his plate of pizza.
"Liam?"
"Nope. I'm good," he said, taking a bite of his pizza.
"Really?!" Melody said, exasperated. "Nobody?"
"Really?!" I said loudly. "Are you ignoring me?"
Now she looked at me. Actually, it was more like glaring. "Just returning the favor," she said icily.
"What did I do?!" I shouted at her.
"Oh, NOW you're talking to me!" She turned on her heel and stomped out of the hotel room.
Zayn came out of the bathroom in white shorts, rubbing his hair with a towel. He stared at me, then at the still-closing door and back again. "What did I miss?"
I just shook my head and ran after Melody.
I caught up to her at her car and cornered her there. "What did I do?" I asked her again.
She whirled around and glared at me. "You want to know what you did?! You did the very thing that made me want to get out of this place. You acted like there was something better you could be doing, and that you didn't care. I tried to get over it, but you've been acting like that ALL DAY, Harry! And NOW you want to talk to me?!"
"Wait!" I said, confused. "Slow down. What?"
"Just... just forget about it," she said, opening the car door. "Get in."

At Wahp Video, I lost Melody amidst the white shelves. I wandered around aimlessly, attempting to make it look like I was trying to find something to rent, but actually looking for the blonde-haired weirdo.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard, "Are you wearing space pants? 'Cause your ass is out of this world!"
I followed the sound of the man's voice, knowing that there was only one other car parked outside the building, so the guy HAD to be talking to Melody. I turned a corner and I saw Melody and this weirdo with a mustache who had her by the shoulders.
"Actually, they're my softball pants, because my ass is way out of your league," she retorted, slapping him across the face. "You're disgusting."
"I could call the cops on you for that," he sneered.
"I could call the cops on you for sexual harassment," she shot back.
"You gonna pull that card on me, little lady?" he said, pulling her closer.
"I think I'm gonna pull another card, you disgusting freak of nature."
Melody kneed him in the groin, then pushed him over onto the carpeted floor.
She turned and looked at me. "If I call the cops, he gets arrested and we sit here longer to sort things out with the police and possibly not have to pay for the movie rental and possibly have to stay in North Dakota for a few months to go to court against him, or we can brush it off as a one-time thing and hope that I kneed his balls hard enough that he won't even dream of molesting anyone ever again," she said, shrugging.

Notes

Okay, so I have ten minutes left before I can't use the shower because now we have a rule at our house where we can't shower after nine. Stupid, really, but I have to go and shower.
Have fun, my beautiful walricorns!