Lost Without You

Melody was never one of those girls who fit in with any groups. She tried to make friends, but it always got worse. They either told her to get out, she's not worth it, or that she didn't belong anywhere. Even her parents said so. Her thoughts consisted of having one special person in her life that would care about her, but she knew it would never happen, and that it was just a dream.

Melody never realized that she had a guardian angel, Mason Jai, who completely cared about her.

But when Melody meets a handsome young lad named Harry Styles, she thinks, "Are my dreams really coming true? Have I finally met someone who would make me 'happy'? Someone who would actually care?" But what if he had to go? Would Mason take over? Is she 'lost without him'?

Who would she fall for? Her guardian angel, or the lad she thought who first noticed her?


6. Running Away

Mason’s POV  

Having Josephine as my vent buddy felt really good inside. She wasn’t like those girls who are fake and mean when they talk to me. Josephine understood me as a friend. Scratch that. She’s not my vent buddy, she’s my best friend. And it’s only been a few weeks since we started talking. It felt like forever to me.

Josephine’s POV

To be honest with myself, I kind of like Mason. But with all the tiny secrets he has told me about Melody, I had to accept the fact that he would never like me. I’m just his best friend and nothing else. Sometimes I try to make it obvious that I like him and he doesn’t even notice. It makes me so mad, pissed off, and not only that but it hurts. Why can’t he just like me? I’m the one who has been with him, not Melody. Does he not see that? I hope that one day he can finally open his eyes before it’s too late because I might just give up trying.

Mason’s POV

Aghh. Where’s Melody? I haven’t seen her in so long. And don’t think this is obsession, this is what love feels like. I hope. Or not. Maybe I am obsessed.

Melody’s POV

Last night was tormenting. I knew my father was going to beat me down. Why am I so stupid? I should not have stayed at Harry’s flat. He made me feel safe, though. I’ve never been as happy while I was with him. As I was thinking with a smile on my face, I placed my hand on my face.

“Ow.” And then I remembered. My dad punched me in the jaw. Hard. I don’t want Harry to see me like this. Who knows what he would do? He is not capable enough to fight my dad. I would never want him to get hurt because of me or for any reason at all.

“MELODY. DO THE LAUNDRY, WASH THE DISHES, AND SCRUB THE FLOOR. OR ELSE.” My mother yelled. She exaggerated on ‘or else’. I cry myself to sleep sometimes because of the love I don’t have from my parents. And then I smile because I think of Harry. I was really close to killing myself, but I stopped because of Harry. My suicidal thoughts are still within me but I let is pass through because of Harry. because of Harry is repetitive in my thoughts. What would I do without him?

Harry’s POV


3 days has passed since I last saw Melody. I’m worried about her. Did her dad punish her that bad? Since I couldn’t go over to her, I still hoped she had her phone with her.

“Hey Melody! Are you alright?

Ugh, it’s been 7 minutes and she still hasn’t replied. She hates me.

“Hey Harry! Sorry, I had to do some chores before yeah.”

“Oh, okay. Do you mind if we meet up? I haven’t seen you in three days.” I begged.

"Maybe in a few days. Harry, I want to see you, but I don't want to get in anymore trouble. I'm in enough pain as it is," was her reply back to me.

Pain? Why was she in pain?

"Melody, why don't you just stay with me? My mom won't mind, and I will take care of you. I don't like hearing that you're in pain."

"I'm thinking about it. But thank you Harry. I appreciate the fact that you actually care."

"It's the least I could do. Please leave today and come here. I'm actually begging you."

I don't usually beg, but who cares at this point. I want to see her. I can't stand the fact that she said she's in pain, and she hasn't told me about it. Okay, I haven't trained to fight in a couple of years, but I wouldn't be scared to attempt to fight her dad. Maybe I shouldn't even think of hurting him, but he's hurting the one girl I care about most. He can't try to end her life because he hasn't had a happy life.

Melody’s POV

Thinking about it, maybe moving in with Harry is a smart thing to do. I decided to pack my bags and leave my home without even saying goodbye. But, hey. At least I finished my chores, right? I kept having second thoughts about this because what if they try to find me? No, what if they do find me? What if they press charges against Harry and his mother? Everything will be fault and I would never forgive myself. Never.

Maybe I just need to take the initiative and move out. I can't be abused anymore, I can't. But even if I do move out, what about the kids at school? They are still going to mentally and physically abuse me. I can’t escape from this hell I’m living. Only 2 more years.

Harry’s POV

It is 2am and I hear a knock on the door. It’s Melody.

“Melody! I’m so glad to see you! Why are you here so late though?”

“Better late than never right? Please just let me in. I don’t want to get caught being out here right now.”

She sounded more afraid than usual. Was it me that made her nervous? Was it her parents again? What happened to her?

“What’s the matter Melody? You sound afraid of something. Did I do something? Is it your parents?”

“Goodness Harry. Don’t panic, everything will be alright. My parents were yelling at me like usual, and I had enough. I was close to committing suicide, but I came to you first. You really know how to take my mind off of things by just being here. Knowing I can turn to you when something bad happens, just reassures me that someone out there actually cares.”

“Did they try to abuse you again, Melody? Did they?”

“...yes, Harry. That’s what I came to you first before committing suicide.”

Tears were forming but I couldn’t cry now. Melody is safe and sound with me, and always will be. I hated seeing her cry, it always seemed to put me in a bad state. I just don’t see why you would want to hurt someone so innocent. I may not know the entire back story, but I know enough. Why would you go through all the trouble raising a child, and in the end all you think about is making small attempts to kill the girl. I didn’t grow up in the best family home, but I knew in some way I could to my mom if I ever needed anything. I wish I grew up more with my father, even if he wasn’t a good person. I would be able to make that judgement myself.

Melody’s POV

I don’t like showing much emotion to people, it made me feel weak like I could just be snapped in half or something. However, with Harry, I was not too scared about it. Growing up in an abusive home makes me scared of everyone. I feel like one day they will just turn on me, and want to make me hurt myself. My thoughts were always negative and it bothered me so much.

“Sorry for being such a mess-”

“No, don’t be sorry for anything,” Harry said while taking me in for a hug.

I liked when he did that. I felt safe in his strong arms.

“I’m going to crash on the couch. I don’t want to invade in your privacy.”

“Are you serious right now Melody? I offered my place for a reason, you don’t have to sleep on the couch. Here, I’ll take you to my guest room, unless you want to sleep in my room. I’m okay with either decision.”

“Thank you Harry. You really didn’t have to though.”

“You’re welcome. But yes I did, I don’t want you sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I will be content in this room for now. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. Sweet dreams Melody,” Harry said with another hug and walked out of the room.

The room was big, like I could fit two-three king sized beds. It was really organized too. I didn’t think he was this organized to be honest. At the same time it creeped me out because the entrance to the balcony was right there, and someone could just climb up and take me. There we go again with negative thoughts. I just need to be thankful Harry even took me in and will let me stay here.

It was 4am and I couldn’t sleep. I don’t want to wake Harry, but I want to see him. I walked over to his room, and opened it slowly, trying not to make a sound. But of course, I wasn’t quiet and I woke him up.

“Melody? Why are you up?”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been pacing my room for the past hour and a half trying to make myself tired again.”

“You still seem scared. Come here, you can sleep on this side of the bed.”

So I made my way over to the other side of his bed in the dark.. I bumped into the frame and hurt myself and fell the floor.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?”

I laughed at how concerned he looked at me.

“Yes, I’m fine Harry. I just bumped it, don’t worry.”

Once I laid down, it seemed easy to fall asleep now. He had one arm around me, which made me feel protected in some way. I fell asleep so easily.

Harry’s POV

I didn’t think it would be hard for her to fall asleep, since she was so independent. I misjudged her. Maybe it would make her feel better if my arm was around her. To ‘protect’ her during the night.

I woke up around 9am, and she was still sound asleep. I got up so I could make her breakfast and I tried getting up from the bed as quietly as I could.

*30 minutes later*

I could hear footsteps coming toward the kitchen, and I set her food out on the counter.

“Goodmorning gorgeous. I made you breakfast it’s on the counter.”

“Oh Harry, you didn’t have to do all of this-”

“Don’t worry about it. The last thing I want you to do is worry about anything. Anyway, how was your sleep?”

“It wasn’t the greatest, but I feel pretty rested.”
“That’s good enough for me. How come you came to my room so late? You didn’t want to come when you first realized you couldn’t sleep?”

“Well I thought if I walked around for a little bit I would be able to sleep. I kept thinking my parents would come look for me and the time just passed by really quickly. I’m sorry I disturbed you so late in the night.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m happy you came to me instead of worrying yourself the entire night. If they ever find you, just know I’ll be here to protect you. Don’t worry about them, they won’t be coming anytime soon.” I hope. I don’t want them to take Melody from me. I can’t see her going back to those abusive people. She’s safe here with me.

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