Quesoftheday: If you could pick a movie and make your life like that script, which one would you choose and why?

"Michael I can't reach it!" I frown as the bamboo slips down from my hands on the ground. "I never knew rebuilding a tree house is so scary."

A week has passed I'm under the renovation process of healing myself with the very few lovely people I have around me. Yes shamefully it's true that I want to move on again.

Michael or dad hasn't held any conversation with me yet about Luke....or simply Harry. Maybe my dad is too discomfited to talk about it and I don't want Michael to know about it, after hearing how he sent Madison to hospital.

No I'm not showing any pity on Harry, I'm just saving a bunch of human bones.

"Mike where are you?" I yell this time grabbing the ladder tightly on which I'm standing. I look around and a scream leaves my lips when the ladder moves a little.

***
"Tarzan." I mock looking at him.

"You shouldn't have said that." Saying this he grabs my hand and flips me over his shoulder.

"What're you doing Harry?" I scream.

"Proving the name you've called me with." He climbs on a tree with me and makes me sit beside him on a low branch.

"Oh my goodness! What if we fall down from here?" I ask covering my face in fear.

"Don't worry; you've 206 bones in your whole body, you'll still have a lot of bones if you fall from here." He laughs and I join him.

"And what if my heart breaks? I only have one unfortunately." I ask him with a deep voice.

"I'll be the ribcage to your heart and protect it." He says leaning closer.

***

"Woah!" My feet slip which slaps me from my unconscious state and finally I curse under my breath when my knees meet the ground.

Damn!" I flinch and then manage to stand up from the ground, caressing my hands over my knees.

Thank goodness I'm wearing jeans braces or else I'd have to put band-aids on my knees.

I take the bamboo in my hand angrily and walk towards the main door to look for Michael. Why the monkey just left me here hanging with the tree!

"Snow there are some guests in the drawing hall to see your father."
Stella whisper yells when I enter the house but it's too late.

The bamboo slipping down from my hand makes a peculiar noise in the silent environment, making everyone to look at the direction. My jaw drops down at the three faces looking at me right now.

Two different genders, three different persons and one similar face - that's what you call a perfect Styles family.

Not being able to understand what to do, I pick up the bamboo from the ground and lean it against the flower vase beside me. It makes the situation worse when the bamboo falls down again, making a squeaky smile leave from Harry's lips and earning a smack on his head from his sister the next moment.

Stella comes forward clearing her throat and whispers that there is a leaf hanging with my hair. I caress my hair with my hands when she walks away collecting the bamboo from the ground.

"We've already met but I never knew my brother's choice is the best one." Gemma smirks standing up from the couch and comes towards me.

"Oh no don't hug me, I've soil allover my dress." I stop her when she stretches her arms towards me.

"Snow," The elder woman who might be Harry's mum comes towards me and kisses my cheek. "I'm Anne, Luke's mom."

What are they up to? Are they planning to marry me off again? If my dad is planning me to get married to this impossible thing again I bet I won't stop from marrying my dad off to Harry instead.

"It's nice to meet both of you." I smile politely looking at the two beautiful ladies. "I think I need to change my dress." I tell pointing at my muddy torn dress and they nod.

"And I'm Luke." The heavy voice makes me to stop and I manage to turn around keeping a calm expression on my face.

If I'm not creating a drama now, it's only because of my dad who's now a patient of feeble heart and high blood pressure.

"Hi Luke." I bring the widest sarcastic smile on my face. "Snow Rachel Clifford here." I tell before whispering the next words. "It's really a dying need to know people's middle names sometimes."

I turn around from him and walk straight upstairs in my room. I throw myself up on the bed after closing the door.

"Who the hell he thinks he is!" I tug my hair up and let them cover my face.

"Come in." I regret my words when I remember I should've asked who it is before.

"The hell you're doing in my room?" I nearly shout watching Harry closing the door behind him.

"Snow I................."

"Harry I swear you get out of my room or I'd straight jump off of the window." I warn raising my index finger when he steps forward.

"Snow you need to know the truth." He frowns tiredly throwing his hands in the air.

"Truth? What truth?" I cross my arms over my chest. "What else have you been hiding from me? That you're the father of seventy six twins?"

"Snow you need to calm down and know that.........."

"Harry," I cut him off closing my eyes and then opening it again, looking at his forest green eyes which still hypnotizes me. "If you've really loved me, you wouldn't have hidden such a big fact from me for such a long time. I agree that I loved you," I swallow the lump in my throat, "But can you find out a single fact about me which I have hide it from you? You can't because I never did. Love can't be established on fakeness or hidden things. All you had to do was to tell me, earlier, not when I was already broken after what Madison or Liam did. I feel so used."

"But you need to listen why..................."

"Can we talk about this later at least if you don't consider never?" I tell looking at him tiredly.

"I didn't tell you earlier because you were blind in Madison's love when I met you and after that I succeeded to become the most hated person in your life! So don't you think it's useless to marry a girl who is in love with someone else or marry that girl who was constantly fighting with me?"

"Why I've never seen the man I wanted to marry before? You just agreed to marry me without............................"

"Because I never knew that you're being forced to marry me, never. I knew that you love me too as I was informed." He nearly yells, the popped up veins on his neck clearer under his pale skin.

That's the last thing I hear from Harry's mouth when he storms out of my room. I lean against the wall beside my window and let my exhausted body slid down on the floor. I tilt down my head and sigh heavily. I don't bother to look up when I hear a feeble knock on my dear. I clear my throat before uttering come in.

"Snow?"

I look up hearing my father's voice. I manage to pick myself up and walk near him.

"They came here to see me and I didn't want Luke to......................"

"It's okey, it's not your fault, not anyone's, it's just............." My fate. I cut myself from completing the whole sentence. "Are they still here?"

"No, Luke was not feeling good all of a sudden so they left. Anne told me to say sorry to you on her behalf for not meeting you properly."

"She's a nice lady and she doesn't have to be sorry." I tell walking to my closet.

"Erm.........Luke.....Luke came in your room and.............."

I turn around and dad's panicky look prevents me from telling what I was going to tell.

"Dad." I snake my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. "I'm a grown up girl and I've faced a lot of things in these months from which you once kept me away from." I close my eyes when he runs his fingers in my hair. "So don't worry about these little issues anymore."

"You need to wash your hair. It has become so dull." He whispers not stopping his running fingers.

"I'll." I smile looking at him. "I want you to listen to everyone around you from tomorrow as I won't be home for a long time from tomorrow."

"Why? You're having any problem here in..............."

"Dad!" I giggle cupping his cheeks. "My classes are starting. You need to calm down!"

"Mind having a tea party with dad?" He smiles tilting his head down.

"I'll be in the garden in ten minutes." I smirk looking at him and he chuckles lightly.

I quickly pick up a baggy white t-shirt and shorts as soon as dad walks out of my room. Keeping them on my bed I take a quick shower just to tidy myself up and let my half soaked hair fall down naturally.

"Oh damn Mike! You killed my nose!" I frown rubbing my palm against the tip of my nose when I bump into Michael just after opening the door. "What were you even doing so close to my room's door?"

"I was just coming to give you this."

"Thank you Mike." I yell excitedly taking the box full of vanilla cupcake from his hands. Obviously he can't forget my most favorite flavor.

"You love Luke?" He snaps, making me to look at him with a mouthful of cupcake.

"Why are you asking though?" I ask finishing it quickly.

"Nothing." He chuckles looking down and then turning around to walk downstairs.

"Just a gently reminder." He turns around at me again, "that I found these cupcakes on the couch, in the drawing hall." That's when I discover the playful grin in the corner off this green eyed boy.