A/N: fireflakers, any of you interested in my upcoming story Cappuccino? If you're can you please help me by motivating me anyhow? I know it might sound desperate but I really want some motivation to keep it going. I don't know but I'm a bit confused about keeping that one so I need a lot of motivation from you guys. Here's the link to the story
http://my.w.tt/UiNb/xuhLrXDDiF if you aren't aware of the story and go like what the hell I'm motivating her for?!

I open my eyes slowly when a pain starts to hammer on the right side of my head. I look around and discover myself in my room, on my bed.

What happened actually? I try to join up the puzzled memories from last night. Yesterday night I was in the club with Ashley and we both were drunk. I left the club when Ashley went away with her date.

Then......I was in the church. Yes. My wasted mind was calling my mum randomly while the broken wine bottle in my hand managed to brush against my skin.

Shit!

I don't remember anything after that.

I make myself sit on the bed slowly when I notice Zayn lying down on the couch. Now this is really cloudy. From where did he even come here?

I intend to stand up but stop hearing the doorknob swirling. I smile looking at the door watching my father smiling at me. Stella enters into the room behind him and places a tray full of food on the table. Dad gestures her to go and she walks out of the room smiling.

"I thought you didn't wake up." Dad tells sitting beside me, kissing my forehead.

"Just woke up." I reply hiding the band-aids on my wrist from him.

"You don't have to hide it from the person who has put these all on your wrist." He smiles moving my hands away, "How're you feeling now?" He asks taking my hands in his.

"Better." I cough after hearing my voice has cracked. Yeah I was screaming my mum's name.

"He has been here since night. I've told him to sleep in the other room comfortably; Stella is here to take care of you. But no, he won't listen. I like this boy." Dad tells looking at Zayn and I smile looking at his cute face.

It was definitely hard for Liam to resist himself from falling in love with this cute angel who was sleeping in the same room with him every night.

"I'm lucky to have a best friend like him dad." I whisper when Zayn moves a bit, changing his position in his sleep.

"Best friends?" Dad asks me confusingly and I giggle looking his expression.

"Dad cmon he has a boyfriend and I'd never think something like that, even he didn't have a boyfriend because I have Ha............him as my best friend!" I tell rolling my eyes at dad and laughing at the same time.

"Boyfriend?" Dad nearly yells more surprisingly and I cover his mouth with my hand.

"Alright, alright." He moves his head up and down when I look at him rising my eyebrows.

"But Snow, why did you do all this love? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He whispers running his fingers in my hair.

"Don't worry about that, I'll be fine. I was a little drunk and pulled myself out from my consciousness. It won't happen again." I smile squeezing his hand and he walks out of the room when his phone rings.

"Rise and shine." I tell looking at Zayn when I watch him stretching his hands and yawning.

"Morning." He tells sitting up on the couch and then sits beside me on the bed.

"How are both of us here? I need to know." I tell looking at him, throwing my uncombed hair on my back.

"Well...................." He yawns and rolls on his stomach on the couch. "I was calling you over your number for thousand times but you weren't picking up. I called Harry over his phone but it was switched off. So I tracked your phone and found you, lying on the ground in front of the church. I was really scared after finding you in this condition. Then I called your father and he suggested me to bring you back to home." He gets up from the couch and comes near me. "Now I deserve an explanation of all this and why I discovered you wasted with all this cuts on your wrist." He tells gesturing to the band-aid over my wrist.

"No it's not like how it looks like." I tell looking at the scratches over my wrist. "It was just the tree branches I think." I lie looking straight into his eyes.

"Snow," he sighs closing his eyes and then looks at me again, "I know how you feel, I really do and I can't see you like this."

"Zayn I'm completely f.........."

"You're not." He cuts me off. "I never saw you getting drunk and wasted this way."

"Okey fine," I roll my eyes at him. "I'm not fine, now happy?" I smile looking at him and he smiles back. How much I've missed this smile.

"So you're going to join classes staying here?" Zayn asks looking at me.

"Yes."

"But Snow Harry................"

"I can't end my life in running away from people Zayn. I want to keep my mind busy with my daily life." I tell cutting Zayn off.

"Just the answer I wanted to hear. Live your life according to your wish. I won't stop you from anything." Zayn tells and I nod.

We both climb down from the bed when dad enters into the room again.

"Anything you want, just tell me son. I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you did for my daughter." Dad pats on Zayn's shoulder and he smiles shyly, rubbing his fingers against the back of his neck.

Dad walks out of the room, leaving Zayn and me alone. I open the windows to let the knocking sunrays enter into my room and go near Zayn.

"You could leave now or can stay with me if you want to." I shrug my shoulders looking at him.

"Don't worry, I'm staying with you. Will that be a problem in your house? Because your brother looks so protective about you. The first thing he mentioned when we met was Madison's condition." He says smirking.

"No Zayn," I laugh throwing my head back. "I'll feel good if you lend me some of your time and yeah, Michael does some childish things when it comes to me, that's why I haven't told him about Harry yet." I tell and he nods.

"Of course you still care about his pretty face getting bruised." He chuckles and then changes his compliment when I punch his arm lightly. "Well I should be concerned of my prettier face first. Obviously I'm the prettiest boy in this whole world."

"You're indeed." I pout and pinch his nose softly when he dramatically blows the frontal part of his hair.

He's that best friend who's deserved and expected in everyone's life. But most of the people struggle with relationship when it comes to a different gendered friendship. I can call myself a blessed one in this case. Zayn is that person with whom I can talk about my cramps and fortunately I'm the lucky one who knows him from the deepest core. He has let me to be that one person in his life and I'm pleased with that.

I call Stella and tell her to show Zayn a room so that he can take some rest and change his clothes. Zayn walks out with Stella after hugging me and I sit on my bed. I tiredly take out my personal diary and grab the pen. I start to write what has happened. I've started writing it since I was locked inside my room. When I had none to talk with.

After writing for a while, I see Zayn entering inside the room and I smile looking at him.

"Have you eaten something?" I ask looking at him and he sits on the bed beside me.

"Yeah," He nods. "Your dad is quite a man of choice. I like his personality." He chuckles and I smile.

"He likes you too. Have any plans to pass the day? I'm bored and I can't wait to attend my classes tomorrow and have coffee with you sitting on the football ground." I frown putting the diary beside me.

"You've a pretty good collection of books in the library of your house, we can use the opportunity." He tells, a ray of excitement provident in his hazel eyes.

"Such a genius idea!" I tell messing up his hair, only to receive an eye roll and a few blabbering from the self hair obsessed boy.

We both walk to the library and take seats on a small wooden table beside the window. I take out one of my favorite books, Me before You by JoJo Moyes and I see Zayn takes out a book written by Shakespeare, Othello. We both deepen our minds into the books and I start to imagine myself in the story's girl character as always.

Hearing someone clearing throat on the door, Zayn and I look at the source of the voice.

"Sorry for disturbing Snow, sorry sir but it's time for dinner." Stella nearly whispers looking at us.

"Okey, we're coming." I tell looking at the wall clock. We've spent a long time in this library and we didn't even realize.

"Should I serve the dinner in the dini................."

"Yes, we'll have the dinner with everyone." I tell smiling and she walks out of the room, nodding.

"Am I staying here in your house tonight?" Zayn asks raising his eyebrows at me.

"If it's not a problem for you and Liam." I wink looking at him and he smacks my arm blushing.

"Don't worry I'll tell him about the reason of me not returning to the dorm since two nights. We can go to the university together in the morning then." He smiles as we walk to the dining hall.

"Good evening Zayn. Any difficulties staying here dear?" Dad asks Zayn as he sets himself on the chair beside dad.

"No, everything's fine Mr. Clifford. Thank you." Zayn tells looking at him and he nods.

I stab the fork in my pasta as Harry's voice keeps stabbing my mind.

Luke is my family name, I was the man on the stage who was waiting for you to show up, the man you've ran away from to reach Madison, Harry Luke Styles.

His words from that night, makes me more emotional. You were right Harry. I'm remembered about you every moment and if it's called nightmare, then I want to haunt those nightmares down in the creepiest way possible. I won't let my nightmares hunt me anymore.

"All you need is time." I nod when Zayn's whisper reaches my ears.

Yes, time, that's all I need to be revived, to rethink and to rebuild the scattered dilemmas in my mind to bring it up as one decision about which I'm still confused, Harry.