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

Chapter 21

Maela's Point of view

I lug myself into the comforts of my home, but it's as soon as I step in that I'm instantly reminded of Harry, his scent lingering in the air.

As much as anger is a factor in my heart wrenched body I am brimmed with such sadness that could easily destroy me in another heart beat.

Unfortunately for me, my heart continues to pump and I am forced to continue with my journey into this dark home. I wipe the dry tears from my face and sigh in distress at the sticky feeling and begin to strip myself of my clothes as I walk towards my bathroom. A long shower awaiting me.

I stood there for what seemed like hours until the skin on my fingertips were wrinkled to the point I couldn't feel anything.

The entire bathroom is covered in a warm fog as my mind was sent to a different planet, and the tears within my head decided to flood what's left of me.

The fact that today I realized I was deeply in love with a married man was the fact that destroyed every piece of me. God. How could I be so stupid into letting him convince me to take this chance? How did I manage to pull out any possibility that we could've worked?

I know I could be overreacting about this whole situation, but now that we've been nearly caught in a different non-sexual way, I am afraid that not only will she find out about the sex, but even my fucking feelings. That's where all my problems really start, and it's eating me alive until the day I can say I no longer love Harry Styles, which is something that will be hard for me to live up to.

I feel every drop of hot water cascade down my back, and the feeling is satisfying yet horrific as it stings and burns me.

That just describes my relationship with Harry.

Nearly frustrated, I turn the knob of the hot water higher and let myself burn like fire in there. As if not enough I reach for my phone outside of the bathroom and turn the music as loud as it can get, anything to drown out the thoughts in my head. I'd feel sick to my stomach the longer I waited for something to happen, while my head exploded.

I stood there for hours, beginning to wish that I never went to that damn party so long ago.

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The next morning I sleep in, sprawled out on my bed with my head spinning with inevitable thoughts.

My nerves are slightly more calm than the night before, when I felt like my world was easily falling apart. But nevertheless, my body sits in a pool of pain as good and bad memories flow through my head.

I don't understand why I fell for someone like him. I know it seems like I'm overreacting about a simple- and might I say pretty small mix up, but it really feels like I've got nothing left to feel. Everything before Harry.. I can't even imagine it much anymore. I don't think I would be the same after I figure out how this will end.

Do I even want it to end?

.. Of course I don't. But in a way I know it has to.

Harry and I- we were never compatible to start with.

I force my brain to shut anymore thoughts down, my heart aching with just the simplest of thoughts.

My arms cross over my chest as I let out a strangled huff, watching as my cup of hot cocoa swirls inside of the microwave. As soon as it's done I take it out of and immediately I take a sip, my mouth releasing a yelp at the scorching sensation.

Doesn't matter because the rest of my body is numb in result from the irresistible pain in my chest, and it only gets worse as my eyes glance at my phone that hasn't gotten anything from Harry.