Quesoftheday: Favorite drink?

Avoiding the heavy rain, I walk out of my car and the same time I watch harry coming out of his car. We both stop between our cars where the headlights of our cars have collided. I look at him crossing my arms and he does the same. I raise my eye brow and he follows my gesture again.

"Why the hell on mother earth you won't stop running after me like an ancient Romeo harry? It happens Harry! Grow up! Try to be a man! It was just some months stand and I hope you had a little fun!"

That night means nothing to me Snow. It happens Snow! Grow up! It was just a one night stand; we just had a good time!

He looks at me for some moment and then walks fast towards me. He grabs my shivering arms once again harshly and I feel his soaked chest against mine.

"How does it sound Harry?" My voice cracks when I ask looking straight in his eyes. "Similar to the words when you hurt me the day you left me at Madison's and made me feel like it's the end of my life you know."

"Stop!" He yells over my face with a high pitch voice. "For God's sake stop." I blink as I notice his chest rising up and falling down with his heavy inhalation. "I'd talk, I'd talk today, only me." He cups my cheeks and nods repeatedly.

The thunderstorms don't make me flinch anymore because I've heard something more nerve alerting a while ago from the man standing in front of me.

"Go on."I look at him and realize something warm hitting my cheeks along with the cold raindrops, my tears.

If my speedy blood starts to put more pressure on my pale knuckles, they'll burst blood anytime.

"Yes, I hid it from you that I'm Luke but have you ever asked yourself simply why would this boy do this to me when he was crushing over me since he was not even a teenager?" He asks tilting his head down and continues avoiding the disturbing raindrops brushing his plump lips.

"The boy who started wearing only vanilla cologne before trying any other cologne, only because the girl she's secretly in love with has some crazy obsession with vanilla cupcakes?" He stops and then takes a deep breathe looking up at the sky, letting the rain hit against his red face.

I take my lips between my teeth when the unmanageable tears brim down my face smoothly just like the raindrops.

"My first ever tattoo was this one," He sniffles pointing to the rose tattoo on his hand. "Whenever I'd visit your family with mine, you have never paid attention to me, never. Always too busy in your own world or with that................Mad Hatter." He stops, smiling tiredly. "Silly me, I just kept staring at you as the most striking rose in the garden which shouldn't be made mine by plucking." He caresses his hands over the rose tattoo on his hand.

"Then our wedding day came. My pirouetting heart never had any idea about the fact that you were forced to marry me. My family wasn't in contact with yours since we moved to Italy, neither I or my family was familiar with your grown up face until we saw your pictures just before the marriage. I was away from my family for a long time for my dad's business purpose and came back here just before the wedding day. I asked your father if I could meet you once before the final day but he told me that you're a bit nervous about tomorrow, so I gave up the idea. I was waiting for you to show up on the stage, to make you mine forever." He gasps and then squeezes his eyes closed before opening it again.

Harry's P.O.V: (A/N: this was the surprise I was talking about in Q/A part, Harry's POV for the first time, enjoy fireflakers! He'd answer all your unanswered questions )

"Then our wedding day came. My pirouetting heart never had any idea about the fact that you were forced to marry me. I was away from my family for a long time for my dad's business purpose and came back here just before the wedding day. I asked your father if I could meet you once before the final day but he told me that you're a bit nervous about tomorrow, so I gave up the idea. I was waiting for you to show up on the stage, to make you mine forever." I gasp and then squeeze my eyes closed before opening it again, looking the teardrops coming down from her eyes spontaneously.

The flashback of the best day of my life, which turned out in to the worst one later, starts to burn inside my mind like the bolts which is trying hard to break the silence around us.

Flashback starts***

"Maybe she's nervous Mr. Clifford. Calm down, I'll bring her back to you." I tell looking at Snow's father and then mum.

I take a minute to pull off the over expensive tuxedo I never agreed to wear and all the wedding outfit from my frame and change into my usual wear. Not bothering about my unruly moist curls, I walk towards the main entrance where two men have seen her passing through.

I stop on a sudden when my eyes discover the girl in white gown breathing heavily behind a tree on the other side of the road.

I curse under my breath even looking at her virtuous apparel from a long distance. She's not the pretty snowflake I used to dream about anymore. She has become the lady who can liquesce everyone around her just simply passing by them with those perfect flaws evident down the white gown clasping her tightly.

But why is she running away from me? I get off guarded when she looks at me for a few moment and then looks away from me again like I'm a random stranger she has no time for.

If she's running away from the wedding, I should be the first one she should run away from. Why she looked at me like I'm just a stranger in this empty road she's not nervous of grabbing attention?

Something is there I should know but first I've to know why she's running away, doesn't seem only nervousness to me as her father mentioned.

Wasting no time, I leave the cars' door open and rush inside the super shop beside me when I see her crossing the road. I don't care about who's the fucking owner of this car. All I care about the girl who I've been planning to comprehend.

"Yes." I whisper in victory to myself when everything goes as I've planned.

I quickly jump on the driving seat as soon as she adjusts herself on the backseat. I start driving and turn on some music to keep my pretentious act smooth. No doubts that the owner of the car deserves the biggest fool's certificate for leaving the car's key inside the car with the doors open.

I hear a light squeak from the backseat when the song changes. I half smile and immediately change the song to a Maroon 5 song again, humming along with it. Obviously the squeak came from the girl who cried wolf after Adam Levine got married to Behati Prinsloo.

I make up my mind to have the answers to my question when we reach to a fully empty highway. I pull the brake hard as if the car has stopped by itself or there is a problem with it.

Getting down of the car I tap on the wheel, waiting to see my mannequin in life in front of me. Finally the girl will be mine whose face I've been sketching since I was sixteen years old.

"What happened to you babe? Any new guy sexier than me trying to make you betray me?" I throw the question for her, dramatically looking at the wheel of my car as if I'm talking to it.

I'm snapped out from my thoughts by the noise of the car's door opening slowly. She comes towards me tiptoeing and clears her throat.

Finally.

Flipping away my sweaty curls, I look at her from tip to toe. Damn she's too beautiful.

"Yes?" I ask, trying to keep my voice formal, hiding the impatience.

"Erm....I......you.....I mean your car......what happened to your car?" She asks hesitantly, making multiple cute expression.

Fuck! She didn't recognize me? How? I'm the man she's getting married to!

"Well....its tire is punctured and I've nothing to fix it now."

"What? Now what're we going to do in this middle of the road?" She yells nervously looking around the empty road, her loose blonde strands hitting her lower back.

"We?" I half smile sarcastically as if I couldn't understand her. "You don't have a ride with you? How did you reach here?" I ask pretending I'm surprised.

"Oh, actually I came here by....I was on your car's backseat through the whole ride." She looks down nervously.

I know, I know that you've been hiding there since forty five minutes Miss Snow soon to be Styles.

"What? You........you mean you have been hiding inside my car since I've left the supermarket?" I ask and she nods, still looking at the ground.

Damn girl! Look at me! Why you're acting like I'm a complete stranger to you! You're breaking my heart into the tiniest pieces because I think I can't make you mine anymore, you're someone else's already.

"Speak! Oh God! Why did you do this? Have you killed someone and hiding here now?" I wanna know why she has ran away from her wedding, from me.

"I'm talking to you!" I jerk her by her shoulders when she doesn't reply.

"Yes yes yes!" She yells looking straight into my eyes. "I have eloped from my wedding to go the person I love!"

The person she loves? Everything goes blank around me when her words keep thumping against my ears.

I step backwards and start laughing, bending a little at the front and slamming my hands repeatedly with my knees. I want truth and if she's running away for the person she loves, who am I to stop her when she's succeeding in her plan?

"You.....you ran out from your own wedding? Look at you! What's even your age? Who even gets married at this age? Who the hell does even involves themselves in this boring contract of life? And you said what? You have eloped all the way to find the person you love? Well aren't you doing the exact opposite thing people do in freaky love stories? Like a jobless mad lover runs to the palace to free his love?" I laugh at her, trying the hurt her feelings the most.

Hurt nerves easily spill truth, that's the theory I'm applying on her right now.

I watch her eyes started to fill with tears, she turns around.

Shit! I've to be the one to make her cry?

"Hey....where do you think you are going?" I ask watching her to move forward.

I'll follow her and keep her safe until she reaches the person she loves. Unless her father's men will find her anyhow. Even if they do, I'd be the one to refuse to marry her. She deserves what she wants.

"I didn't know, I don't know and I won't know until I reach my destiny!" She replies, not turning around.

"And you think you'll be able to reach your destiny by walking in the middle of an unknown road wearing a wedding dress?" Damn, I feel so bad.

"I didn't think so but now I'm thinking so after meeting you, thanks." She replies softly not turning back but looking at me by the corner of her eyes.

And now she hates me too.

Hate me more than you can hurt me because that's what I need to make myself realize that you're not mine, you can't be mine.

How should I introduce myself to her? That hi, I'm Harry Luke Styles, maybe you've no idea but I was the person who was going to marry you but still I'd be Harry Luke Styles, alone.

Who am I to ruin her love life by marrying her? There's no point of revealing myself to her because by her attitude it's clear that she doesn't even have any idea who I am. But why? Why she doesn't know? At least I've the right to know.

"You're so......so avoidable. Go wherever you wanna go, nothing I should be anxious of." I fake frown.

Go to the person you love. No human blood can hurt a pure soul like you.

I start to follow her with my car after she starts to disappear on the road.

End of flashback***

"From that day, I was following you Snow, even when you were passing your holidays with Madison in the beach. It did hurt but I wanted to assure your safety. I lied to your father that I didn't find you." I tell cupping her cheeks again, brushing my thumbs against them.

"Getting the same room as yours in the dorm, all were my drunken love silly plans." I stop interlacing our fingers.

"If you weren't in a relationship, I'd have made you mine on the very first day we talked, on the lonely road. I'd have kissed away all of your pains if I'd have known that you've already broken up with Madison. But pity, you didn't let me realize that you have fallen for me too. When you confessed, it was too late to bare myself where hate was the only outcome." My voice cracks when I find her hands on my cheeks, her shaky fingertips gently caressing the place.

"Yes, I used to quarrel with you and pretend that I hated you. Because you were too fragile and too pure; I wanted to make you strong and I believe I've gotten ahead to make you one." I stroke my fingers in her hair.

"And that night in the when I lost my virginity, that was a beautiful mistake I've made losing control which I shouldn't call a mistake now but later I've been an ass when my conscious state reminded me you're with that Mad Hatter." I whisper tiredly.