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.

"Hey." Harry chuckles, wrapping his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him and brushing our noses.

"What if.............."

"No what ifs, Snow! Everyone loves you here, mom, Gemma, even she loves you, see?" Harry tells pointing to his cat, Kiwi, who has taken the chance to sit on my blanket out of nowhere.

I giggle and caress my hands over her furry skin, she closes her eyes in comfort and leans closer to me, placing her white bushy tail on my white dress.

"She's pregnant." Harry tells looking at his fat kitty. "But nobody knows who the father is, Louis is predicting it's the thief cat he kicked out from his place a few days ago."

"Your Kiwi has fallen for the bad boy." I smile, causing him to chuckle lightly.

"OK I didn't see anything you guys are doing but Snow, Gemma is calling you in her room. She's looking damn gorgeous! I pray that my poor cousin Niall isn't murdered before the wedding by her looks!" Ashley finally stops jumping and talking and whatever else she was doing.

"I'm coming right now." I tell smiling.

Giving Harry a short nod, I walk to the mirror and look at my reflection for once. I'm loving the dress Gemma has chosen for me; full lace sleeves, ends before my ankles. My hair neatly tied up in a braided bun. Today, Louis' sister, Lottie has decided to put makeups on me according to her will and she has done a great job I can say.

Taking my purse, I walk to Gemma's room and knock the door before swirling the doorknob slowly.

"Hey, I was waiting for you." As soon as I enter into the room, Gemma's hands are wrapped around me warmly.

"You're looking beautiful, as always, but a little special kind of beautiful today." I smile pushing her away from me gently, watching the beautiful bride standing in front of me from top to toe.

It isn't only her fluffy long gown and perfectly brushed hair and makeups which has made her more beautiful on her wedding day. It's her glowing dimply smile and charm, the things which may have passed from Anne genetically to both of her children.

"It's time girls." Summer enters into the room clapping her hands. Four little dolled up girls enters with her. They have baskets full of flowers in their hands and they're continuously giggling. Two of them are Niall's children, the identical twins, Diana and Olivia.

They're quarrelling about who has the most beautiful eyes though their eyes are the same. I felt so sorry for this two cute little angels when I heard that their mother passed away in cancer when they were two years old. But I'm happy they're adding another angel in their family, Gemma.

"Ready?" I whisper looking at Gemma, squeezing her hand lightly and she nods, sucking in a long breath.

After sharing some cute father daughter moment with Robin, Harry's step-dad, Gemma starts walking down the aisle, making everyone to groove in her flawless beauty.

"Your eyes are like mine, beautiful." One of the twins whispers wiggling her eyebrows dramatically.

"You call your eyes, eyes? They look like the pregnancy smelly poop of Kiwi." The other one snaps, flipping her eyes dramatically.

"Oh yeah! That's why the mirror breaks when you look at it!" The first one yells grabbing everyone's attention.

Before I can realize, Diana and Olivia are fighting, the flower baskets shattered on the floor, everyone looking at them.

"Hey, Hey! What are you two doing?" I tell pulling the four years old twins from the ground, caressing my hands on their dresses.

I give Gemma and Niall an 'I got it' look and then take them on a side.

"This is a special day for mummy and Papa. We all need to help them okey?" I tell sitting in front of them on my knees.

They roll their eyes at each other and then nod looking at me.

"I'm walking beside you doesn't mean I've agreed to the fact that your eyes are..........."

"Olivia!" I cut her off and she gives me an 'Okay fine' look, shrugging her shoulders.

Making the twins seat with Anne, I walk to Harry and sit beside him. I wrap my hands around his forearm and place my head on his shoulders. I look at him widening my eyes when something tickles my cheeks.

"They're exchanging vows and all you had to do is to listen to Wiz Khalifa!" I whisper unplugging his earphones.

"This man talks slower than me and I'm getting bored! I would've reached to the you may kiss your bride and legal to make kids part if I was in his place! I've to keep myself awake anyhow so Wiz Khalifa is helping me and Zayn too, see?" Harry tells making a face.

I look at Zayn and notice the earphones in his ears. By his chilcken dancing, I can tell he's enjoying it more than Harry.

"We're writing our own vows when we'll get married, okay?" Harry tells snaking his arm around my shoulders.

"Okey." I smile against his chest.

Finally Gemma and Niall shares the most awaited kiss and the entire environment get filled with claps and cheerful noises. The twins runs to the stage and the next moment they're in their parents arms, receiving kisses and squeezes.

"Family is a great blessing, isn't it?" I ask Harry, still looking at the beautifully bonded family which has been framed just a couple of minute ago.

"Let's make one." Harry whispers looking at me.

"We never had a proper date or an official will you be my girlfriend day, did we?" I place a kiss on his plump lips.

"Because we're that typical couple who passed through the most untypical story anyone will ever hear." He mumbles against my lips.

I'm so blessed to have Harry in my life and I'll never stop thanking God for this. He's the fire which is melting the pains which has turned into stone cold snow inside me.

"I do." Harry whispers against my hair.

"And I do." I reply nuzzling my head in his chest, filling my ears with my most favorite music, Harry's heartbeat.