A/N: Sorry if I've made you miss me and thanks for being here to wrap me in a virtual hug whenever needed. I love you.

Quesoftheday: Favorite female singer and girl band? Any specific reason to like her+them or just her voice?

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"Mike don't go! Mike please! Mike I won't be able to sleep without hugging you! Mike please! Mike!" I keep running downstairs after Michael, until I fall down on the ground . My dad closes the door after Michael walks out of the house.

"Don't go after him Snow, he's drunk and he may hit you. Come back to dad my dear child." My father leads me to my room but I run fast to the door calling Michael's name again and again.

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"Snow look at me, Snow!" I open my eyes screaming and see Harry's fearful face.

I sit up on the bed and hug Harry tightly, hiding my face in his chest, the sound of my loud sobs breaking the silence of the room.

"I want everything b-back Harry, everything." I utter against his naked warm chest, my fingertips digging in his bare back in a fear of losing, a fear of losing him too.

"You want to talk about it?" I feel his hand caressing my back in a round motion and the other one in my hair.

"It's the same nightmare, I stopped having those years ago but they've been disturbing me again n-nowadays." I tell tilting up my head, bonding our vision.

"Who's Mike? I've noticed you uttering the name in your nightmares." He asks and makes me sit between his legs. I take a minute to stop sniffling and then look at him swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Michael, Michael Clifford, he's my elder brother. He left the house years ago. He was the world to me as much as I was to him. I couldn't sleep without watching his face." A sad smile escapes along with a teardrop when my memories starts to sharpen inside my mind.

"He used to drink every night and I would keep waiting for him sitting on the staircase. Screaming at each other was a common daily thing between my father and Michael." I stop and look down at my hands which are gently placed above Harry's large one.

"Why they would scram on each other?" Harry breaks the silence, pulling me closer to him by my stone cold knees.

"Dad wanted Michael to get involved in dad's company but Michael wanted to do something of his own, that was the main reason. But when Michael started to drink being frustrated, it became more critical. Dad started to taunt Michael about using his money." I swallow the lump in my throat and look at Harry.

"Didn't anyone tell anything?" Harry asks interlacing our fingers, running his fingers on my white knuckles.

"My mum died when I was two years old. You know I've lost the m-most precious gift of my l-life at a very early age." I take control over my tears with a sad smile.

"Haven't you meet Michael after that night?" He asks placing a kiss in my hair.

"No, I searched for him but I couldn't find him anywhere." I tell wiping away my tears.

He pulls me to him until my chin touches his busted shoulders and makes my legs lay in the bed around his waist. He wraps me with his arms and I hug him back.

I close my eyes in comfort when my nostrils starts to inhale the sweet vanilla cologne from Harry. I needed to inhale this scent, it's the only thing which helps me to exhale all my discomforts out.

We keep sitting on the bed in this position until my alarm breaks our way of comforting each other silently.

"You want to sleep a little? It's only six." Harry yawns pushing me apart from him slowly.

"No, I want to take a long shower; it's more refreshing than sleeping." I smile weakly and stand up from the bed.

"Want to save water?" I hear Harry's sassy voice before entering into the washroom.

"Save your sanity first boy." I pout before pulling the bathroom door and locking it.

"I'm going to sleep while you take bath. Please wake me up when you finish taking your refreshment water session. I don't want to sleep in the first class again. My teacher is too sexy to not to be stared at by me." He yells.

"Okey." I yell back, smiling.

After spending a long time under the cold shower, I go outside the bathroom wrapping the towel around my wet body.

"You didn't sleep?" I ask going near Harry who is sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No, I am not feeling good." He tells not looking at me.

"Why?" I ask pressing my hand against Harry's forehead and he looks at me.

"No, not fever or something like that. I was just.............never mind." He stands up and walks to grab his clothes. Looking at the clock I realize I'll be getting late so I walk fast to my dresser.

"Why do you always wear white?" Harry asks when I try to match my outfits. Doesn't matter what time is it, I need much everything white.

"Because it was my mum's favorite color as Mike told me, so I just like to wear white, makes me feel closer to her. May I ask the same about your wearing black every time?" I ask looking at him."

"To veil my tattoos." He snaps.

"Why they should be veiled?" I ask childishly.

"Because I don't want to be admired by the cool ink over my skin." He replies and walks inside the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I wear a white knee length sleeveless shirt dress which has a brown ribbon on the left shoulder, tied like a bowtie. I match my brown shaggy ankle boot with it and tie a ponytail on my hair. I finally get satisfied with my look after putting on some blue eyeliner as I always do.

"Your ass is looking better in this dress." Harry winks while passing by me, rubbing the towel against his hair.

"Hahaha." I roll my eyes and smile sarcastically. I take my phone in my hands when it makes sound with some message notifications.

*Already in the class, missing you. -Zayn*

*On my way, just keep a seat for me near you as every day. -Snow.*

Typing the reply to Zayn's text, I look at the mirror finally to check myself out for the last time.

"Have a nice day, I'm leaving." I smile looking at Harry.

"Do you like that guy?" Harry's words make me to turn around at him.

"Who?" I ask confusingly.

"The one named Lime or whatever his name was."

"Oh, Liam! He's Zayn's roommate and yeah I like him, he's a good guy." I smile.

"Yeah, have a good day with your good guy, good girl." He frowns and walks out of the room in an angry mood.

"He's a friend! Why is he jealous of my friends! Man on period!" I whisper yell to myself.

Closing the door, I take my steps towards the classroom and see the always black wearing cute boy already smiling looking at me.

"Thanks for keeping a seat beside you." I smile.

"Never mind, none is gonna sit beside me anyway, especially girls." Zayn laughs looking around.

"Why?" I ask being surprised.

"Girls look for hot boys like your roommate or cool guys like my roommate." He tells running his fingers in his hair.

"Objection my friend, but a huge part of the girls population searches for guys like you who's cute with his attitudes, hot with his hazel eyes and cool with his black outfits, you're an all-in-one package." I smirk and watch him smiling, keeping his tongue between his teeth.

In a few minutes, the big classroom gets filled up with students. At last our class starts with the entry of an old professor who introduces himself as Mr. Marley. Though the introductory part was boring, Zayn and I enjoyed the rest of the classes. It's our first class with him but we enjoyed anyway.

"No assignment today?" Zayn asks me after closing his cabinet's door.

"Nope. Gift for the first day from Mr. Marley I guess." I smile and we both walk to the coffee shop near us.

Zayn takes latte and I take a black coffee. Paying the bills we both walk to the football field and sit on the grass on a side.

Zayn and I often come to this field after our classes to spend some relaxed time together. Liam spends much time in the library after his classes. Zayn and I have often discovered him drowning in books in different corners of the library.

"So you found any room yet?" Zayn asks keeping his bag on a side.

"Not yet. Harry is so confusing, he's acting good these days, Jesus knows the expiry date of his good acts." I laugh and Zayn joins. Zayn knows about Harry and he doesn't like Harry, he doesn't know the reason why.

"I understand. I doubt how you've manage to stay with him." He is cut off by a phone call. I gesture him to take it.

"Mom. Yes, everything's going good.....Yea. How're you guys? Yeah....... Not anymore. Ok I'll talk with yaa later. Love you." He doesn't bother to talk in front of me.

I feel a little bit emotional when he talks with his mom, the way he tells his mom that he loves him. Thinking that I'll never get a chance to talk with my mom, I bite inside my cheeks to stop my eyes from getting watery. I take my phone out from my bag's pocket and type a text to Mani that I miss her. Maybe she's not my mother but she does the things for me which my mother would do if she was alive.

"Sorry my mom gets on her nerves if I don't answer her calls. You want to go somewhere?" He asks grabbing the empty cup from my hand, throwing it into the dustbin.

"It's okey. I don't have any plans anyway but I wanted to go to the library to look for some reference books for the tissue culture topic." I stand up and Zayn does the same.

"Good idea, let's go together. I know we'll find our very own librarian there." He laughs talking about Liam and I laugh too. We both walk to the library, my hazel eyed friend never letting his long fingers leave mine.