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

Chapter 17

Maela's Point of view

"Afternoon Ms. Sharp," he mutters first, and my composure is bitter as I take a deep breath, still highly caught off guard by his random appearance in my office. Too many things have been entering my mind today, and once again I'm a sponge in too much water, unable to absorb much more.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I breathe, placing my purse down onto my table and adjusting my hair, wiping the strands from my face. He begins to stare at me, drinking in my entirety and he begins to notice the sourness painted across my flushed complexion, causing his smirk to fade away. His serious look that he has appears across his skin and his lips purse together.

"What's the matter?" He asks, fixing the trench coat that's draped over his shoulders. He stands up slowly and begins making his way to me, but I step back, even in my own office. His frown deepens, his eyebrows curving together.

"Nothing," I breathe, and easily a scowl forms on his face. "Just- what are you doing here?" I ask, pursing my lips together.

"What's wrong first?" He questions and my heart rate increases, anger coursing through the already irritated veins in my body. I pinch my eyes closed, and that only makes things worse, my brain stinging with utter agitation.

"Harry! Just tell me why you're fucking here so I at least have one thing to understand today," I burst, his eyes widening in shock. My lungs expand and collapse an even amount of times before I dart my eyes away, panting.

As much as my entirety is bothered, frustration floats it's way to the top of my head, which not only connects to anger but to sadness. Tears are easily forming inside of my head, and as much as I didn't want to cry today, I feel it beginning to happen, my mind swelling with so much stress.

Things surprisingly begin to get dark, my vision clouding and Harry looks at me in a way that tells me he is concerned.

"Baby girl you're pale," he exerts and I shut my eyes closed as I lean against the closest thing, my shelves.

In a moment Harry is by my side, holding my body against his.

"Jesus, you look terrible," he breathes and I frown.

"Don't touch me, we aren't necessarily on good terms," I grumble and he somehow manages a chuckle in the mist of this, which makes my ears tingle in shock.

He shakes his head and combs a strand of my hair back.

"I wouldn't stop touching you for all the money in the world," he chuckles lowly, but in my mind my brain is floating in distress at his statement. The words so easily stringed to my thoughts from not too long ago, having to do with not dumping this man whore for ten grand.

I glare at him and shove him off me.

"You told me I'd never have to see her again," I breathe out, but Harry doesn't seem to catch it as he frowns from afar, my shove pushing him closer to my desk.

"Huh?"

"Mrs. Everes," is all I manage to say, and quickly his pupils dilate and his jaw clenches at the sound.

"What about her? What did she fucking do Maela?" He fights and my lips purse together in obvious irritation.

"Something fucking outrageous," I whisper, crossing my arms. "She offered me ten grand," I spit out, no longer being able to contain the utmost truth that I had just discovered. Confusion splatters his expression and he let's out a shaky breath.

"Ten grand-?"

"Ten fucking grand Harry, and the reason behind it is so fucking ridiculous you wouldn't even understand her actions! She just wants to make my life harder Harry, both of you. You people want me to stress and cry and weep. And you know what it's beginning to work, it really is," I mutter as tears rim my eyes.