Quesoftheday: Favorite Sarry (this is the ship name all of you are using for Snow and Harry) moment?

"So the rose tattoo is for me?" I ask sniffling, looking at his dark green eyes with my blurry vision, stepping away from him being ashamed.

I take my shaky bottom lip between my teeth when more tears slid down my eyes. How much I've hurt the boy who was adapting symbolic inks and wearing specific colognes just to feel me closer? I've never tried to know about that boy who was deeply in love with me, how stupid I am!

How blind I was that I didn't even notice, I was searching for love everywhere when it was standing itself in front of me in a hue of Harry?

"No more lies or hidings." He moves his head side to side, showing off his dimples.

I've missed these dimples! How much I've missed every single inch of his skin under my fingertips, his chestnut locks curled up in the crook of my neck every morning.

I knew I was unconditionally in love with him but I was afraid not to be loved back by the boy who has secretly devoted his heart to me a long ago.

It was all about destiny, the other name of traitor in my life.

"So the others are for the other girls?" I look at him dramatically and notice a contented sparkle passes his eyes when he looks at my lips.

"Each one is for you. Each one of them has a history with you, with us." He tells leaning his face against mine, causing the tips of our noses to touch.

How many mornings I've misunderstood this pretty face on my neck? Countless times.

"He's not a playboy like you." I raise my eyebrow.

"I'm not a playboy!" He says gritting his teeth and jumps off of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I ask sitting on the bed.

"Out of these four walls! Out of you!" he yells grabbing a black t-shirt from his dresser.

"What Made you angry this much? I just said what you are as you've told me earlier and I didn't know that you'll get this angry hearing the truth." I snap and he passes me a death glare.

"You don't know the real me and when you'll know, either you'll get addicted to me or you'll run away from me, regretting." He whisper yells.

"Neither I want to know the real you, nor I want to know. So no scope of getting addicted or running away." I answer in an angry tone.

"Mark your own words so that you can regret them later!" He tells and walks out of the room.

I marked those words as he said that day and he was right, I'm regretting.

"I do." He murmurs pulling me closer to him, causing our warmth to radiate between our soaked bodies.

"And I do." I smile not breaking our gaze.

"I'm sorry for hurting you all the time, I'm ashamed Harry. I really am......I " I look at him when my breath heaves and his warm breath passes a relaxed shiver down my wet cold cheeks.

"Remember I told you I'd show you the way of telling me sorry on the very first day we met?" He asks smiling and I nod.

"Yeah, smile instead of thanking. How to pay for your sorry sir?"

"Like this." As soon as the words leaves his lips, I find them pressed against mine. I throw myself in his arms and the next moment Harry's waist is looped inside my curled legs.

Our yearning lips brushes against each other's when he makes me sit on the hood of my car. The heavy rainfall fails to mute the small whimpers managing to leave our starving lips. A soft giggle skips from my lips when I find myself sliding down from the slippery hood. Harry grabs my sides with his firm large hands and keeps me straight in my spot.

"This place is too slippery to continue." Harry laughs making me stand on the ground when I fail to keep myself balanced in my position during kissing him again.

We both walk fast to his car and shove ourselves on the backseat. Harry turns on the heater and then leans against the seat properly, leaving heavy breathes. I caress my arms by myself to warm up.

"Damn you're shivering and I don't have a coat or anything!" he tells looking around.

"I have you." I sheepishly smile placing my hand over his, caressing it lightly with my thumb.

"I've missed you so much Snow. Every single night, I couldn't sleep without the trace of your skin on mine."

"And getting drunk." I ask rising my eyebrows.

"Says the person who has an illegal membership of Manifesto Club now." He snaps me rising his eyebrow. "Yeah I was following you everywhere like Edward Cullen my Bella Swan, even the night you went to the church. I called Zayn to handle the rest because I didn't wanted you to hate me more."

"I can never hate you. It was a temporary short circuit of my polluted mind after all what happened with me. Issues we both got, I have more." A long breathe leaves my lips as I look down.

"My jacket is in the car. Can I collect my things from my car? I don't want to drive now. I'll tell one of my drivers to pick up my car." I nearly whisper looking at him.

"None is going home." He grins before getting out of the car.

He comes back with my bag pack, jacket and sunglasses.

"You're taking me to the dorm?" I ask tilting my head on a side.

"No." he smiles kissing my forehead and starts to drive towards his planned destination.

After driving for nearly ten minutes with silence, he stops in front of a line of shops and tells me he'll be back in a minute. I see him entering inside a Nike shop and he comes back with two bags in his hand. I don't rush to ask him when he passes me a packet of hot Cheetos.

Of course he has observed me from childhood or else it's not possible to know what my favorite snack is when it's raining. Almost driving for two or three minutes more, we stop in front of a big luxurious brown building and I realize we're in front of a hotel reading the name above.

"It's raining too heavily. It's better to stay here for the night." Harry helps me to get out of the car after he climbs out.

He wraps my shivering body with my jacket and his arms as we both walk to the reception.

The hotel is really big and the lighting has made all the things look like the whole building is made of gold. The interior design of the hotel is charming and gorgeous at the same time. The combination of white and gold everywhere mesmerizes my eyes. The whole place looks like someone has spread golden glitter on a path full of Snow, just like Harry glorifies me.

"Wait don't we have to book r........"

"Ssshhh.............keep quiet, you sound like my nan with your shivering teeth." He smiles and walks to the lift instead of booking a room. "The owner doesn't need to."

"You own this lovely artistic hotel? Why were you studying genetics with me when you own such huge shits to handle?" I whisper yell looking at him surprisingly and he nods, smiling.

"I've been the owner of my father's company since I turned eighteen. I want to do something of my own too and I had a study gap." He chuckles.

We get down from the lift when it stops at eighteenth floor. A man in suit who was walking behind us from the main lobby, passes us the key and wishes us a wonderful night.

We walk to the room and the room is really big, like those romantic movies when they spend million dollars for their honeymoon.

Closing the door, Harry makes me sit on the couch and then sits beside me. After warming me in his embrace for a while, he stands up and takes out some black and white clothes from the Nike bags. He hands me a black full sleeve t-shirt and black pants and gestures me to wear them. He teasingly asks if I need his help and I tell that I'll be able to change myself. He doesn't bother to change into a black full sleeve t-shirt and black sweatpants in front of me, neither do I.

"I didn't know your size, hope they fit." He tells pointing to the undergarments and I tell him that he has brought the right one.

Smiling silently on the thought of wearing same clothes, I lay down on the bed and pull the duvet on me. I caress my palms with one another to make myself feel a bit warm. Drenching a long time in the rain isn't bringing me anything good for sure.

I look at Harry when he comes to me with his sketchbook in his hands. Having a moment to peck my lips, he scoots closer to me and pulls me to him. I rest my head on his toned chest and let the warmth pass down my cold skin.

"You need something hot, your nose is growing red like a cherry." I tell hearing him sneezing and he looks at me wrinkling his nose, causing another sneeze to leave.

Is it only my weird thoughts or I want him to sneeze because he's the cutest sneezing person I've ever seen?

"We'll need to switch off the room heater if we stay like this." He pecks my nose and I giggle. "I've ordered red wine for both of us. Hope it'd work, the rain has poured over us only." He tells looking away from me to sneeze again.

I push myself up from the bed a bit and hopefully find the tissues on the nightstand beside me. I come back to my comfortable position again after passing Harry the box of tissues.

"Today is my mum's birthday." I tell drawing small circles in his hand.

"I see, happy birthday to the beautiful lady who has created this beautiful creature, future Mrs. Styles." He chuckles and I look at him.

I tell him that how much I love his family already. He gets surprised knowing the story of her sister and me meeting in the mall for the first time. He tells me how his mom strongly believes that I'd become one of them one day. I asked if his family hates me for what I did on my wedding day and he laughs. He assures the fact that none in his family is hating me for what I did.

"Seriously? I thought angels were only found in heaven." I smile faintly looking at my moving toes.

"And I thought I'd never be able to lucky enough to see your face between my ferns tattoo." He snaps pointing to his hips.

"Location to be updated." I chuckle.

I smirk and sit up on the bed. He crosses his arms behind his head leaning more against the headboard and pouts looking at me. Ignoring the wet strands on my face, I crawl to him and press my lips on his gently.

Before I could realize, he responds by pressing his lips back harshly on mine. He brings his hands on my hips, pulling me up and then making me sit on his lower stomach not breaking the kiss. I pull him towards me by his t-shirt, making him sit on the bed as his hands move on my back.

I'm that special kind of Snow which can only be frozen without the fire named Harry and could only be melt only by that same fire, Harry.