Fireflakes- H.S AU

Chapter 25

A/N: Thanks infinityyyyyy to my polar bear 1d_is_soul for this fabuLouis cover for FIREFLAKES above. So proud of yaa my baby.

Quesoftheday: If you could change your gender for one who you'd chose and why? XD ;-)

Keeping my bag beside the bed, I go to the bathroom and let my tiredness wiped away by the cold shower water.

Common bathroom, you wanna save water?

His words from the first day of our dorm, makes me laugh during the shower.

Even if I'm not with him physically, I'm with him - mentally. My thoughts are tangled with him when I'm awake and his body is the only comfort zone I crave to entangle myself with when I'm asleep. If I'm being honest here with myself, I know I need him but he would never want to be needed by me. Or else, I'd have thought about taking a chance to play with fire, to play with my life, again.

Wrapping the towel around my wet body, I go outside and wear a comfy pair of shorts and tank top.

I look at Harry's bed and try to imagine him busy with his sketchbook, his eyebrows in a line, talking to me like an astrologer and like a drunk guy at the very next moment. Maybe he's not perfect, but his imperfectness presents him perfectly.

After going to bed, I start to miss him even more, the way he snakes his arm around my waist and my back touches his warm chest whenever we're sleeping.

Neither we act like friends, nor we act like more than friends but we've become so familiar with the unnamed and unexplainable relationship we share.

Imagining the curly hair boy's tattooed hand wrapped around my waist, I try to sleep. I try to feel his breathe hitting the crook of my neck, his soft snores which makes the silence of our room melodious. I get a bit afraid when my eyelids get heavy. What if my nightmares appear when Harry is not here to wake me up? I squeeze my eyes tightly, trying to sleep.

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"Look Snow what I've brought for you!" Michael hands me a box full of different flavored lip glosses as he enters into my room. Shoving all the dolls away I am playing with, I run to him and tightly hug him. A disturbing smell crosses my nose and I look at him pushing him away gently from me.

"You drunk Mike?" I ask him sadly.

"Sorry, I won't do it again, promise." He tells pulling his own ears and pouts.

"You promise this every time and then you break it. Why do you drink if dad doesn't like it?" I ask him tiredly.

"Sorry Snow. Give me a last chance huh? It's not so easy to give up." He coos, I nod and smile while taking the box from his hands which he has brought for me.

"Wow Mike! They're so cool! I love you! Have you met dad?" I ask him nervously taking the box from him. It's midnight and he's drunk, dad will be screaming at him tonight too. They'll be breaking things and cursing each other and I'm tired of it.

"Not yet but don't worry, you're sleepy right? When you'll be able to sleep without me little miss Snow White?" He asks rubbing the tip of his cold nose against mine and I giggle.

I tell him about every single thing I've done the whole day and he listens to me like it's the most important news of the day. I always do this. At the end of the day I'm the story teller and he's my only listener.

"I told you not to go near her after you arrive home like a spoilt street dog!" I sit jumping on the bed being shocked as I hear my dad telling those words to Michael gritting his teeth. My heavy breathing becomes more audible during the silence.