♔Irreversible♕

Harry followed me back inside and went straight past me, right out the bedroom door. He slammed it shut with anger. He seriously couldn’t get mad at me because I didn’t want him to touch me. No sane person would think things would go back to normal after they drugged “the love of their life”.

I could hear Harry’s laugh from the kitchen. I had no phone, clothes or anything that was personally mine. Did he just expect me to just walk around naked until he allowed me to go home? I dropped the sheet and slid the glass closet door open.

Inside, there were neat rows of untouched items. Harry had a lot of different clothes I had never seen before. It’s like he was living a second life away from me. Like in this house was secret, tie wearing Harry and when he was with me, he was family man, t-shirt and jeans, let’s have a baby, Harry.

I oddly was more attracted to this mysterious version of Harry.

Who could turn down a guy in a nice suit?

Oh wait… I just did.

I cleared my mind of this morning fight and picked out a neatly pressed white button up shirt. I didn’t have many other choices. Either I was naked and stuck in this room or had to wear his clothes and be able to roam.

I rolled the sleeved up because what else was I supposed to do. I was already looking pretty cliché so might as well just complete the look. Sitting around the counter, along with Harry was Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall.

“Looks like the gangs all here.” I joked as everyone turned to look at my bare legs.

“You should cover up more.” Harry growled.

“Or what?” I shot back, stepping into the kitchen.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the table. I walked behind Zayn, running my hand over his back. Liam’s eyes got wide and Niall nearly choked on his toast.

“Maybe we should keep our hands to ourselves.” Liam said, giving me a look.

Harry looked up from his phone, very confused. I slinked over towards Harry. I grabbed his hand and slipped the hair tie off of his wrist. I pushed his away again. Everyone was even more confused. I flipped my head over and pulled my hair up into a high ponytail.

I walked my Zayn again, making sure to touch him even more.

“Seriously Mel. Hop off.” Harry demanded.

“I mean I could…” I turned sharply to face him. “... but why would I want to?”

“Melody!” Liam growled.

“What’s your deal?” I shot back. “You all are so uptight.”

I looked around the room. I was already bored with this place.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked, leaning against Zayn.

“I have meetings all day. You’re going to stay here until I get back.” Harry replied. “Zayn is going to stay here to watch you.”

I smirked. Perfect.

Niall nearly spat up his food. He couldn’t hold in his laughter. Louis’s face was turning red and Liam was just angry.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“They didn’t tell you?” I laughed.

“Mel don’t.” begged Zayn.

“Don’t what?” Harry asked. “Who said you could call her Mel?”

I slid onto Zayn’s lap.

“What the fuck is going on? Is this some sort of joke?”

Harry threw his phone across the room and stood up.

“Calm down.” Liam jumped up and held Harry back. “You can’t get mad at her for moving on. You two broke up so that meant you were free to see whomever.”

“I didn’t see anyone else!” Harry yelled.

I laughed.

“Bullshit.” I yelled back.

Harry pushed past Liam and charged at Zayn and I. He was furious.

So what? I hooked up with Zayn a few times. Harry and I had broken up. Zayn was available and hot.

Zayn pushed me behind and brace for Harry’s fist.

Harry slowed down and dropped his hands.

“Aren’t you going to hit me?” asked Zayn.

“No.” he replied calmly.

This was weird. Why wasn’t he getting jealous? Why wasn’t he yelling and breaking things? Why wasn’t he fighting for me?

“Can I talk to you in private Melody?”

Oh god. Why did he want to have a private conversation? This wasn’t like him at all.

He extended his hand. Zayn stepped aside.

Was I really just going to go with him?

I grabbed him hand. He led me to the bedroom and softly shut the door behind us. He laughed to himself and rubbed his face.

“You and I are going out to dinner tonight. You’re not going to fight it or bitch about anything.” he started. “I don’t know or care what happened between you and Zayn but it’s over. You and I from now on are going to work on us. Got it?”

I opened my mouth to reply but he put his finger to my lips.

“Got it?”

I nodded my head yes. He kissed the top of my head lightly and turned to leave.

“Wait.” I cried after him.

He turned back to me.

“I’m sorry.” I admitted, looking at the floor.

He half smiled at me and left the room.

Zayn was a great guy, but he wasn’t my guy. Right after the break up, I had moved in with Nat for a short while. Her friends were very crazy and party driven. I guess I had slowly slipped into that lifestyle. Zayn had been at the same club one night. He had seen me take whatever Nat’s friends had given me. I got really high and then really sick. He had helped me back to his place and made sure I didn’t die in my sleep.

We didn’t hook up. He just laid by me for two days straight. I guess I had hooked up with some strangers but Zayn had told me that it would be easier for Harry to accept if it was with him. Zayn was right, Harry had taken it way better than either of us could imagined.

You could say that Zayn is the reason I was still alive.

A lot had happened last summer. I’m sure Harry had done some stuff he wasn’t too proud of.

I crawled back into bed and covered myself so that nobody could hear me crying. The front door opened and shut. I heard a few car engines start and pull away. I jumped up and ran into the now empty kitchen. I was left completely alone.

Harry had left a phone with a note of numbers. I was only to call if I was in danger. The sky had grown darker. A storm was rolling in.

A few hours of pacing went by. The house got darker and colder. I turned on the fireplace and sat next to it for warmth. I was too sad and scared to watch tv or even try to do anything else. Around 4pm, the clouds gave way and tiny droplets started to hit the windows.

I lifted the cover off of the piano keys. I lightly tapped the keys. Before I knew it, I was sitting down, playing and writing music.

Notes

so i decided to make this a 4 part story. at chapter 40, the story will be over :(
maybe i'll write a sequel or decide to make part 5 and 6... we'll see! lemme know what you think i should do! sequel or part 5/6?

xoxo Å