A/N: Okey, I need to know why I'm losing readers. There must be a reason like maybe you're not happy with any character or plot or.....yeah lemme know because I need to know. Thanks infinity who's been here since the beginning and still here. I'm not sad about this but I'm anxious to know.

Quesoftheday: What's your favorite feeling?

More than two months have passed since my classes have started. It's surprising yet not discomforting to me that I'm still staying in the same room with Harry. His behavior towards me hasn't change that lot but maybe I've gotten used to his behavior.

"One double stake chicken burger please." A female voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Just a minute." Smiling at the lady, I tell about the order in the kitchen.

Thankfully I've found a job near my campus and I'm quite satisfied with it. It's near the university and that's the advantage. I can simply walk to the place and that saves my time and of course my transportation cost. My job is to deal with the customers. Liam will be starting to work here soon and that'll be great.

"Here you go, have a good day." I smile passing her the takeaway and move to the cash counter to put the bills.

"One Snow please." Hearing the voice, I look above and smile watching the person in front of me.

"Snow is not in the menu........sir." I coo looking at Harry.

He leans forward until his warm breathe fans my face and pinches my nose softly, avoiding the fact that anyone could notice us.

"Not funny, hahaha. When will you be done here?" He sighs looking at the clock and then looks at me impatiently.

"Still 1 hour and 45 minutes Harry. I can't leave before 11 and it's Friday night." I tell looking at the crowd of people sitting on the tables.

"Freaky Friday. Fridays are for everyone and you need to enjoy too." He pouts.

"I've no way left! Now go or the freaky manger will make my Friday freakier if he sees you're freaking me out with your freaky menu!" I laugh.

"Okey I'm going. Bring some tacos for me when you come back home, I mean dorm." He winks and walks away.

I smile looking at the boy with beanie from the back. He looks so cute with those beanies.

Serving the weekend celebrators, I finally walk to the cabinet and pull myself out of the navy blue skirt and white t-shirt. Putting on my white shirt and black jeans, I tie a bun on my head and walk outside. Plugging in my headphones, I look at the stunning black sky.

"Aaaaaa! Jesus you scared me Liam! Do this to me again and I'd stab you with a chopstick!" I scream and smack on Liam's shoulder twice. He has an awful habit of scaring me from the back.

"Sorry!" He smiles wrinkling his eyes. "You're going back to the dorm?" Liam asks and I see Zayn appears from behind him.

"Yeah, just finished working. What're you two upto?" I ask unplugging my earphones and hang them over my shoulders.

"Zayn and I were going to a party at Mark's. Let's go." Liam grabs my hand.

"Me? No no no! I'm not going! Every time I go to a party l,  I end up creating a mess." I tell and Liam frowns.

"Don't say no Snow! It'll be fun, come on!" Zayn coos. I look at Zayn blinking my eyes repeatedly.

Zayn is cooing for going to a party? So new to me, maybe nights have changed but I haven't change yet and I need to change.

I need to? No.

"Sorry guys, next time maybe but I'm really tired today, I worked overtime." I pout and finally they agree and walk away after hugging me.

Plugging on my earphones again, I walk back to the dormitory. I see as I walk past a lot of kissing couples and street boys. I look for Harry among them but I smile at my stupid thoughts when I don't succeed to find Mr Punk among those punk stars.

Unlocking the door, I enter inside my room and get surprised noticing Harry isn't in the room. Closing the door, I pull out my t-shirt over my head and shove it into the basket where I keep my unwashed clothes.

"When did you come?" I stop unclasping my bra hearing Harry's voice behind me.

"W...Where were you? From where did you pop out?" I ask being surprised and put on my t-shirt in hurry.

"I don't pop up from anywhere Snow! I was inside the room from an hour. I was taking a bath." He tells and I mock myself for not noticing the towel hanging around his waist, dangerously low as always; not dangerous for him, dangerous for me.

Whatever we do, we'll never be more than friends.

"Blink." He snaps.

"What?" I ask confusingly.

"Don't stare at me this low." He smirks and puts on sweatpants, he always wears pants a way little lower than usual.

"I wasn't!" I frown and make a face when he turns around.

"You always do."

"I don't Harry, now change the topic." I sigh and pull out my shoes.

"I never watch you talking to Madison since the day you've come here. Such a old class boyfriend you have. Are you waiting for his letter to arrive or what?" Harry snaps and I look at him.

"Madison isn't my boyfriend." I tell looking down, putting my shoes on a side.

"What? When did you break up?" He asks in his most surprising state.

"Months have been passed. Before I met you at Sarah's party." I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Why did he? Didn't you punch on his face and break his legs and throw him in the dustbin?" Hearing him I look at him and laugh. I stop laughing when I understand he was telling the words in a serious mood.

Oh.

"No, I didn't." I stop laughing. "Let's skip the sad story and plan which movie to watch tonight! Tonight it's your turn to choose the movie." I say in a proud voice.

I really don't want to talk about Madison right now. I'll make myself sad and I'll end up in crying. I know Harry is here to comfort me. But one time comes, when sad people get tired of people comforting them over their sad life, so they just stop sharing anything sad.

"No, let's not listen to you this time. I want to know." He tells more like an order.

"Well," taking a long breathe I start what happened that night. For an unknown reason, I described him all of it so comfortably, without any hesitation. I keep looking at him when he changes his facial expression continuously and he gasps with curses a few times.

"In a nutshell, he proved himself the most coward person alive. That's why I hate long ass love stories! Each time it has to be a bad ending! Fall in love; boom; one of them cheats and then boom! Here is your broken heart!" He tells making a loud sound by his hand, causing me to look at him nervously.

"And how stupid and blind you are that you ran away for that bustard?" He whisper yells looking directly in my eyes.

"I didn't know Harry!" I tell controlling my stupid tears.

"Come on Snow! Four years with him and you failed to understand that stupid thing?" He smiles sarcastically and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"You'll know how blind people become when someone will give you the chance to move on in a relationship with you. I knew that you're going to act like this way if I tell you about my breakup. God knows what the hell happened with me! You don't even know how to...............love." The words skip my mouth and I don't blame my angry nerves for making them utter through my gritting teeth.

I jump off his bed and lay down on my bed. Putting my back on his side, I bury my sobbing face in the pillows. After telling Harry about the most horrible day of my life, my memories from that day becomes fresher and tears start to fall down from my eyes unstoppably.

Yes I cheated Snow! I cheated with you over Regina! Cause I don't have to earn luxurious house for her father! I don't have to be a CEO for marrying her! I don't have to keep my love story secret from everyone because I don't have a good financial status! I don't have to get humiliated for being myself, or working in a restaurant rather than owning it! My family doesn't have to listen to curses and death threats from her family! And she doesn't have a lower class mind like you have nowadays, maybe after staying with that boy.

I cover my ears using my hands as Madison's words from that day starts to hammer me, my whole body shivers remembering that he slapped me which I could never thought. After easing my nerves by shedding tears, I look at the watch, 2 am and I'm awake. I don't want to sleep because I know my nightmares will haunt me tonight. They become fresher when I'm depressed.

Should I say sorry to Harry or he should do the opposite? Harry is never going to apologize so I close my eyes and try to sleep throwing away my decision. After a while, rising up my head a little, I look at Harry's bed and see him sketching on his sketchbook.

My anger towards him drowns away watching his face. The way his curls are touching the sketchbook and his hands are flexing, sends an unknown frenzy inside me. He's sitting leaning against the headboard. He always uses a pillow on his bended knees as a support whenever he's doing sketches.

"Done crying?" I got shocked when he asks not looking at me, still busy in sketching.

"Yeah." I reply boldly because this is us and only we can understand this bold interaction between us.

"Sorry." I say sitting on the bed crossing my legs, hiding my cold legs under the blanket.

"hmm. Me either." He answers, not even bothered to look up.

"What are you sketching?"

"Nudes." He smirks and I roll my eyes.

"I want to see." I smile childishly.

"None has been able to see my sketchbook besides Louis. But this one is new so basically none has seen this one and none will be able to." He shrugs his shoulders and keeps his sketchbook inside his bag.

"Is he your bestfriend?" I ask nervously. I've met that Louis boy only twice and I'm already scared of him.

"Not less than a brother, he knows and understands me more than anyone ever can." He smiles and I nod slowly.

"Move on a side." He tells standing up from his bed and I look at him confusingly.

"I'm sleepy Snow." He frowns and I move aside on my bed so that he can lay down there.

"Good night." I tell keeping my back on his side.

"Good night." He pulls me to him by my waist until the small of my back touches his chest.

I smile looking at the wall peacefully knowing that he's here to hug me when I'll have nightmares. This is so us; one moment we scream at each other for something and then the next moment we smile together for nothing. I keep my hand on his and close my eyes.

Maybe we don't want to be together, but we need to be together for ourselves; because destiny never fails to collide us.