Melody's Pov: A Narrative Fiction
Melody's Pov
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I sneered.
"I just wanted to see you." He reached out to touch my cheek, but I slapped it away.
"Let me see your phone."
"What?"
"Let me see your damn phone, Harold!" He reluctantly handed me the phone. I went through every missed call and text message I'd sent him since he stopped talking to me. "Hmpf, so you can read a text but, you can't reply?" I threw his phone at him and watched as he tried to catch it while not dropping it.
"And I'm sorry. I felt bad for never answering or replying back to your calls or texts. That's why I had Jenna bring you here." I slowly looked at him.
"You did all of this for me." He looked at me with apologetic eyes.
"Yeah, and I know you hate when I buy …show more content…
I started the bath water and stripped off my clothes. After about half an hour I stepped out of the tub. I dried off, then wrapped the towel around my body. I looked for my clothes to put on and realized I must've dropped them when Harry tried to get into the bath with me. I cracked the door and peered out into the bedroom.
"Mel, you might as well come out. I can see you."
"Really, you can?"
"Yeah, I can. And you forgot your stuff out here so I took it upon myself to pick out your outfit for the rest of the day." He pointed to some clothes on the edge of the bed. His eyes never leaving the TV screen. I went over to look at what he had picked out. "Don't just stand there and look at it. Put it on." He laughed, as I put the dress on and walked over to the mirror next to the bathroom door. I looked at every inch of myself in the dress. "What's wrong Melody? You don't like it?" He was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I like it, but it's not on me. I don't know why you would pick this out. It's so tight. You can literally see everything." I ran my hands over the sides of the dress and my butt.
"Babe, stop doing that!" he whined, "You look perfect. You always do." I walked over to him and he pulled me in between his legs. Then he pulled me closer to his body, so close our faces almost
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I sneered.
"I just wanted to see you." He reached out to touch my cheek, but I slapped it away.
"Let me see your phone."
"What?"
"Let me see your damn phone, Harold!" He reluctantly handed me the phone. I went through every missed call and text message I'd sent him since he stopped talking to me. "Hmpf, so you can read a text but, you can't reply?" I threw his phone at him and watched as he tried to catch it while not dropping it.
"And I'm sorry. I felt bad for never answering or replying back to your calls or texts. That's why I had Jenna bring you here." I slowly looked at him.
"You did all of this for me." He looked at me with apologetic eyes.
"Yeah, and I know you hate when I buy …show more content…
I started the bath water and stripped off my clothes. After about half an hour I stepped out of the tub. I dried off, then wrapped the towel around my body. I looked for my clothes to put on and realized I must've dropped them when Harry tried to get into the bath with me. I cracked the door and peered out into the bedroom.
"Mel, you might as well come out. I can see you."
"Really, you can?"
"Yeah, I can. And you forgot your stuff out here so I took it upon myself to pick out your outfit for the rest of the day." He pointed to some clothes on the edge of the bed. His eyes never leaving the TV screen. I went over to look at what he had picked out. "Don't just stand there and look at it. Put it on." He laughed, as I put the dress on and walked over to the mirror next to the bathroom door. I looked at every inch of myself in the dress. "What's wrong Melody? You don't like it?" He was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I like it, but it's not on me. I don't know why you would pick this out. It's so tight. You can literally see everything." I ran my hands over the sides of the dress and my butt.
"Babe, stop doing that!" he whined, "You look perfect. You always do." I walked over to him and he pulled me in between his legs. Then he pulled me closer to his body, so close our faces almost