Fireflakes- H.S AU

Chapter 41

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.