A/N: Thanks infinityyyyy to the power infinityyyyyy for all the previous support my dearest Fireflakers. Believe me, I laugh more than Niall reading your comments, I reread them too. ;-)

QuesOfTheDay: What's your favorite tattoo of Harry and why?

"What kind of jungle is this? Not a single tree with fruits? My tummy is growling like a hungry hippopotamus." I frown and sit down on the ground being tired.

"The sun is setting down, we should stop finding the road in this dark place, it's not safe. After all it's a jungle." Harry tells bending a little, resting his hands on his hips.

"Not even stones or something by which we could light fire. I feel like a stone age people!" I smile sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I gathered these from the bank of the pond, in case we find any fruit and need something to throw on." He takes out some stones from his pocket.

"Good job!" I clap and after trying for years we succeed to make some fire.

Unsure of what to do, we spent some time playing weird games. Harry teaches me to play some weird yet funny games and we end the gaming session by playing a game called truth or dare. Harry says he didn't even know only two people can play truth or dare.

"Are you serious you've never slept with Madison?" He asks after switching his surprising mood off.

"I'm not gonna lie and say yes. We've slept together but not the way you're thinking." I half smile and look down. "I haven't done so many things in life Harry, you can't even imagine; Not only the things teens do, but also those things normal people experiences in life. I was homeschooled till grade 6. I was raised up in such an environment which a girl dreams about, royal. But I was not unhappy with my life because I used to think that I had everything." I look at him with teary eyes and he leans closer.

"Then why did you leave that life? For Madison only?" He asks, no sarcasm in his voice.

"Especially for Madison but I can't ignore that for myself too. I was too exhausted with my restricted life and my......my father. Can we skip the topic?" I ask him blinking away my tears and he nods.

"Come here." He widens his hand and I follow his gestures. He wraps his arms around me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"It's so cold here." I tell and he pulls me more to him, I feel his warm skin against my shivering body and it feels more comfortable than my puffy comforter or fuzzy blanket.

"Don't they hurt?" I ask as my fingertips reach the rose tattoo on his hand.

"I used to think they would but I proved myself wrong after doing my first one. You like roses? I've noticed you investigating this one much more than the other tattoos." I feel him smiling against my hair.

"I like white roses the most and this rose tattoo on your skin; I was just trying to match." I chuckle and he laughs. I look up to see his heavenly dimples and then rest my head back on his shoulder again.

"So you're obsessed with white?" He asks untying the bun over my head and I surprise myself not avoiding his running fingers through my hair.

"Yes, it's my most favorite color and I always wear something white. Do you always wear black?" I look up at him and he nods.

I gaze into his eyes, his face holding a golden view because of the burning fire in front of us.

"Is it your favorite color?" I ask expecting a positive answer but he mouths me a no.

"Why are you so quiet? Have your lips frozen in this weather?" I giggle looking at him.

"I was... I was just listening to you Miss blabbering." He mocks and pinches my nose softly.

"Whenever I look at your green eyes, I can't imagine you as a merciless boy whose body is full of tattoos. Why you can't hold a typical good boy's look? Because you're not a bad boy." My mouth slips the words my mind was messing with.

"Maybe for you, only. And whenever my starving green eyes meet your blue eyes, they want to feed themselves by doing so many things to you, for you." He whispers taking a handful of my hair in his loosen grip.

"How many girls have heard this from your plump lips?" I ask in spite of knowing the answer, maybe.

"None. I don't had to or needed to ask anyone before pleasuring them. But my willpower is betraying me for the first time." He tells, proving my readymade answers wrong.

I intend to ask something but I'm cut off once again by his lips, the same lips my lips were craving for the first time they touched them. I rise my body up by grabbing his shoulders and he helps me to sit on his lap, deepening into the kiss more. My mouth opens immediately as his tongue brushes my bottom lip, biting it softly. His large hands slid up to the hem of my off shoulders top from my hips. He bunches up the soft fabric on my sides and his lips reaches my neck. A soft giggle skips my mouth, causing him to look at me.

"Girls moan when they're teased by my hungry lips and you're giggling?" He looks at me surprisingly, a never fading smile tugging on his lips.

"I don't know but it felt like tickles." I blush at my foolish talks.

"I was literally biting you out there!" He tells bursting into laughter.

I look at him widening my eyes and grab his face by his chin. He looks at me confusingly when I tilt his face one side to another.

"Yeah, now I got it!" I tell throwing a punch in the air. "It was your stubble which was tickling me Mr Froggy Styles!"

"And you did a good investigation sexy scientist! You know who you are but you have no idea about who you can be." He tells laughing and makes my head rest on his shoulder as I keep sitting on his lap.

"And you know who I can be?" I smile running my fingers over the ink on his chest.

"Yes, though I don't know who I am." He smiles back planting a soft kiss on my hair.

"Don't you live with your parents?"

"My father died years ago. My mom had to bring major changes in our life after that and raised us up, me and my sister." Telling this, he buries his head in the crook of my neck.

"H...Harry... "

"Yes, moan louder babe, none will hear us in this jungle besides the animals." He whispers.

"I think they've already heard us and................. Aaaaa!" I scream and get off of his lap watching a cockroach. He falls down on the ground laughing.

"You're.....you're afraid of this thing? It's just a cute creature from the same creator who has made you! Oh gushy bushy litlle cockroach, wanna use your stubble on the sexy scientist?Hmm?" He utters somehow during his laughter. He grabs the cockroach by one of it's legs and comes to me slowly.

"No Harry! Harry no stop there! I'm telling you stop or I'll......." He wiggles his eye brows and stops.

"Orrr?" He takes a step forward.

"Or......." I gulp.

"Or?" He paces towards me.

"Or I'll cry because your gushy bushy litlle cockroach sends me to the edge of heart failure." I expect him to laugh again over my stupid answer but he doesn't.

He throws away the cockroach and walks towards the branch of tree we were sitting or kissing on a while ago. He lies down on the ground and crosses his hands down his head.

"Get some sleep; the more you remain awake, the more your tummy wants something yummy." He pats on the ground beside him, gesturing me to lay down beside him.

The thought of me sleeping on the ground makes me cry. I miss my luxurious life but I want to get used to my new non-luxurious life.

I walk towards Harry and lay down beside him. He pulls me to him by my arm and makes me to use his toned yet puffy chest as my pillow, closing the gap between us totally. I feel comfortable again and wrap his surprisingly tiny waist with my hand.

"This is the least I can do for you now Miss Expensive." He smirks and I smile.

"I've felt so many things with you in less than two days which I couldn't learn in my eighteen years life." I chuckle looking at the night sky.

"Then I should show you more before you make yourself regret it." I look at him for realizing what he's trying to say but he doesn't give me the time. He flips us over so that he's hovering all over me.

"I can't resist the fire inside me anymore Snow." He tells before pulling his t-shirt over his head, causing me to breathe faster watching his half naked torso in this fire burn night.

"Melt me Harry." My Harryholic mind tells even before I realize anything, forgetting about the rest of the world.

Yes, such thing or such person really comes into our life which or who can make us forget the rest of the world. But only a few number of us is lucky enough to have that thing or that person permanently, not as a temporary fix.

I forget about everything when the curly haired green eyed boy presses his lips on mine harshly under the stars. The fire burning beside us feels so faded when the fire inside us collides and warns to burn everything that wants to interrupt.

You know who you are but you have no idea about who you can be.

"Calm me down Snow." He whispers under his heavy breathe.

I respond to his gestures not by giggling this time but I reply to his body the way he wants me to, the way which makes him to moan my name again and again.

Maybe he was right, I don't know who I can be but he knows. Only he knows. My subconscious adds.