where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Chapter 11

Maela's Point of view

He looks at me sympathetically and I nearly scoff at the sight, my hands raising to stop his building proximity.

"Maela don't push me away-" he starts but I gawk at him in disbelief.

"Did you not see what just happened to me? The fucking humiliation? Or were you oblivious to all of that? Mr. Styles- famous multi-millionaire that is indeed married," I spit at him, my eyes full of tears and anger, pain boiling at the bottom of my stomach.

He looks at me as if I've lost my mind, and I hastily wipe away more tears, and the dampness that is forming under my nose. I must look like a mess, god help me.

Harry then shakes his head and reaches out to grab me but I step back again, reaching the end of the curb.

"No you don't want to touch me Harry, I could have a disease remember, or did you not catch that either?" I press angrily and he scowls.

"I didn't pend for any of that to happen Maela now stop walking away from me-" he latches onto my wrist and tugs me forward and I let out a inevitable squeak, ripping my wrist from his grasp.

"This was never meant to work! None of this was supposed to fucking happen okay Harry! You're gold and I'm trash, that's how this all works. Mrs. Everes was only reminding me what I already fucking know and now I'm not angry that she said any of that, I'm just frustrated I let myself get this fucking far knowing all of that. But now you coming out to see me like this- what're you trying to do, make me feel even worse now? Following me out here for everyone to know, only for them to make things worse by bringing this news to Arendia, just--" I'm out of breath by now, and I stop, only to scream out frustration. My face is burning hot, and if I'm not red I'm more than likely purple for sucking all the air out of me. My hands cup my face and I hold myself, the crisp night air stinging my face as cars zip by, icing my damp skin. I shudder and take another step back, only to trip by my heel catching on the tail of my dress, a dark stain now buried into the fabric. My hand flies up to my mouth and the back of my hand presses itself between my teeth, and I bite down as I finally begin to sob.

"I don't k-know what you want from me Harry, I can't fulfill your needs, I can't be whatever you want me to be I just wasn't built to be yours no matter how many times you say I'm yours I just can't- I'm not good enough," I cry, then press the back of my hand to my teeth again this time my first knuckle wedging itself between my teeth. Through the dark lighting of the city, I can see his face contort in displeasure, but he steps forward before I can examine any further. Whatever is going on in that mind of his makes me wonder so many things, and I don't know what to think anymore as he grabs my waist, my sobbing preventing me from using more energy to push him away from me. He grasps my chin and pull me face close to his, infuriating me by the closeness. He doesn't go much further, only moving his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

It's silent except for the city noise, and the air whooshing past us to cool our bodies even more. I search his eyes for an answer for what he's looking for, but he only continues to frown, anticipation waiting in his presence.

"Even the most obscene and crude old lady couldn't break your thoughts about yourself," he murmurs and I stare at him in confusion. What? "You think that any of that matters to me? That you're not a millionaire, and you don't sulk in cash for living? Really Maela?" He scoffs and I can't believe him as I shove him off me.

"That's not the only fucking thing Harry! It's so much more than that!" I shriek, stepping even more away from him.

"Tell me more then Maela-"

"YOU'RE FUCKING MARRIED YOU IGNORANT ASSHOLE! WHEN WILL YOU FUCKING REALIZE THAT? Does she have to be here for you to see that? Do I need to rip that bloody ring off your soon to be bloody finger?" I shout, and he glowers at me. My mind is growing haywire at the moment and I am beyond frustrated as I stalk away from him, turning around to head in am unknown direction.