A/N: Damn my poor heart! Chapter fifty would be the last chapter of this story! I can't! *starts sobbing sitting on the window frame*
Would you guys like to do something/ like me to do something related to the farewell of FIREFLAKES? Lemme know what's that. *starts crying again while eating kitkats*
Snow's P. O. V:
"Keep the white roses here and move these ribbons from here! I told you not to hang any bloody ribbon here, people will trip over it and we'll end up going to the hospital instead of the wedding." I see Harry talking to the wedding planner in the garden. He's talking so loudly that I can even hear him from upstairs.
A weak smile appears on my face when he looks at me all of a sudden, smiling, his dimples glorifying his whole face. The white full sleeve button down shirt is revealing almost all of his tattoos on his torso as the coat is hanging over his left forearm now. His smooth curls are swept away from his forehead, gently falling over his shoulders.
He turns around when our small staring session was interrupted by Anne calling Harry. Waving his hands towards me, he walks away.
I keep watching the wedding arrangements, the aisle, stage, everything is fully ready for the wedding. The whole place is holding a golden view. Golden chairs, tables, couches, ribbons, even artificial golden flowers. Gemma, Harry's gorgeous elder sister has chosen the colors for the wedding decorations, golden and white. Does it even matter that I'm not ready? There will be too many people, too much noise. I have changed so much after..........after I shoot Jonathan Clifford with my own hand, after I lost the life which was growing inside me, after I spent six days in the ICU, unconscious.
It's been months, I've been living here with Harry's sweet family, in Spain. I'm trying to get back in my normal life with the help of Harry's family and my friends. I've promised Harry that I won't think about self-harm, again.
Is it really easy for a human to wake up in the middle of night, screaming? Easy for a girl to accept the unknown fact after eighteen years that she was an adopted child? Easy to forget the moment she killed person after person and lastly pulled the trigger on the person who raised her up as a father? Easy to cope with the fact that the person she considered her father was her biggest enemy?
So it's not easy to forget all of these for me. And if it is, then I'm too weak to cope with all of these at a time unlike others.
"May I come in?" A soothing voice makes me to snap me back to reality.
I climb down from the thick window frame and turn around.
"You're already in." I chuckle lightly looking at Zayn, trying to keep a smile on my face.
He smiles taking his tongue between his teeth, the same smile which melts my heart. His black tuxedo has matched perfectly with his black hair and hazel eyes.
"How's my bestie doing today? Feeling nervous?" He asks making both of us sit on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, a little nervous." I tell looking at the crowd of people through the window.
"Don't be, everything's going to be fine." Zayn tells squeezing my shoulders and I nod.
"Are you leaving for Michigan today?" I ask looking at his eyes.
"No, I'm staying here, as well as Liam, Summer and Louis. After all tomorrow is Christmas aaanndddd........." He pouts dramatically, brushing his nose with mine.
"My baby's birthday, which's more special than Christmas to me." Harry completes his sentence, entering into the room all of a sudden.
I smile shyly looking down. Zayn stands up from the bed and leaves the room smiling at me, letting me and Harry stay alone in the room.
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Fireflakes- H.S AU
Fanfiction*COMPLETED BUT NOT EDITED* She loves snowflakes; soft, white, pure and free as her personality. And he's like fire; ironic, dark and careless about everything without himself. They never meant to be together, but when they collided the whole world...
