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Chapter 20

Maela's Point of view

My heart is pumping wildly against my chest as I sit there across the police with Harry to my side, both of us sitting quietly.

My mind is swarmed with endless thoughts, but finally I'm snapped out of it as I see her. As I see Arendia burst through the doors with her eyes searching for the two of us- or should I say Harry.

My mind screams at me to run, hide from this situation but as soon as I stand to move the police scowls at me, telling me to sit down. My palms grow even more sweaty and I look down at the ground, trying to think of what I could possibly say in this problem, but I have nothing. So much for hiding from her, because in a second I hear her voice call Harry's name, my eyes pinching shut.

"Harry!" Her voice is here, next to the both of us and I can't help myself, I look at the both of them, Harry enwrapped in Arendia's embrace. Mixed emotions surges through my veins and I feel my stomach churn- stress flowing through me.

I feel so out of it, like I'm losing my mind to see him touching someone else but my head tells me that I cannot be thinking of him right now. I have to pretend to feel nothing, and to try to explain myself if the moment pops up, which it definitely will. I'm just.. scared. I know if I look at them again I'll feel my heart shatter because this is reality. The couple standing before me is clearly what real is, and I feel like a fool for living in fantasy land with Harry for too long. I got too used to him being mine behind the curtains that I forgot that Harry loves someone else, and that person is his wife.

I refuse to believe that he doesn't love her.. because I'm sure he does. He doesn't just hand out his compassion and love to just anyone. But that gets me thinking.. Does he love me? Or are we living off lust the whole time? What do we mean? Where did we expect to go with any of this?

I feel like screaming and kicking at all the different theories, but now isn't the time to break down.

Not when Arendia turns to face the police, but her eyes land on me instead.

Her blonde hair gets flipped behind her shoulder as she eyes me down.

"Ms. Sharp? What in the world are you-?"

"Mrs. Styles I'm sorry but we called you in to discuss your husband's issue," the police says, my lips pursing together as I look away to the man. I don't have to see Harry's face to know that his jaw is clenched.

And Mrs. Styles? Really? I feel like shooting myself in the face at the sound of that.. I just.. God, it hurts more than it should.

I feel Arendia's eyes wash over me once more before sitting in the third chair, the police man beginning to talk about the 'disturbance' we created, and the stolen property. Although I've nearly seen hundreds of different homeless people with the same cart, he emphasizes the cart problem more than enough times to make me want to strangle him.

I resist doing that, and I resist looking at the couple to the left of me, my mind spinning crazily as I think about them. If I so much as make eye contact with either of them at this point I know I will break, because for one it's his wife, and for two it's the side of Harry that is attached to Arendia.

I can't bare to see that part of him that would crush me immediately.

No matter if it's not so lovey dovey, but it's still something. Enough of a reality check for my now shattered heart.

In a span of a couple of weeks I forgot one of the most important things to our situation. And that is that Harry Styles is married. But it's too damn late now because I'm falling deeply for him. I may just fall too hard and hurt so much more than I could ever dream of.