You shiver as you step into your home, slowly shedding off your wet winter clothing. The temperature outside was close to zero degrees Fahrenheit and there was currently half a foot of snow on the ground.

Still shivering, you go upstairs to your bedroom and go into your bathroom. You turn on the water and strip, getting into a nice warm bubble bath. After awhile, you get out again and drain the tub. You dry off and put on warm, fluffy pajamas and fuzzy slippers before going back downstairs to start a fire.

You start a cozy fire and are just about to sit down, when the doorbell rings. Groaning, you go to answer the door, forgetting about being in nothing, but pajamas.

You swing open the door (immediately shivering in the swirling snow) and look up at a man who's much taller than yourself. He looks relieved.

"H-Hi!" He shivers, holding his coat close. "M-My name is H-Harry and I-I–" his chattering teeth cut him off for a moment. "I-I was wondering if I could use your p-p-phone? My car b-broke down and I can't get it out of the s-s-snow."

He points to his car which, sure enough, is buried. Not wanting to stand out in the cold anymore, you nod your head and let him inside. He smiles at you gratefully and his cheeks are rosy red from the cold.

"I've got a phone and a fire in the living room," you point out.

"Thank you. Um..." He pauses and you realize that you know his name, but he doesn't know yours.

"Holly," you smile at him.

"Thank you, Holly." He returns the smile before going into your living room. You follow him to see him on the phone for a moment, but he quickly hangs up and groans. You send him a questioning look.

"The line is dead," he sighs. "My cell phone hasn't got service, I've already tried it."

"The blizzard must've knocked out the phone lines..." You frown and he nods. "Well, I guess you'll have to stay here for the night. Is that okay?"

He nods. "I'm fine s'long I don't have to sleep outside," he jokes. You chuckle and nod.

"I've got a spare bedroom upstairs. Um...I haven't got any spare clothes though," you bite your lip and eye him.

"Surely you have to have a boyfriend. A pretty girl like you can't be single." You blush and shake your head.

"Nope, I'm indeed single. I'm sorry, you'll have to sleep in your outfit." He was wearing skinny jeans and a grey sweater. They didn't look very comfortable.

"No, I'll be fine," Harry assures you. You hesitate for a moment before nodding.

"Okay. C'mon, I'll show you to the guest room."

You lead Harry upstairs to the spare bedroom. He smiles and thanks you before going into the room, he says, to take a shower. As he closes the door, you grin to yourself.

For once, you're grateful for the bad weather.

Without it, you wouldn't have been able to meet the green-eyed snow angel that had shown up on your doorstep.