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

Chapter 22

Maela's Point of view

He fucking here.

My resistance towards him is beginning to fade, something that I had worked on over the hours to hold against him but I never thought he'd make an appearance so soon. It's only so easy for him to break what was only made so weakly.

But I listen as he knocks another time, a lot more feverishly than before, and the mixed emotions in my body begins to brew and I pinch my eyes closed to try relieve any tears but it doesn't work. My face is growing hot and I'm sure my fingers are going to fall off anytime now at the scorching heat. Finally I move to just hold the mug from the handle, but the pain hardly subsides.

Finally his voice rips through the air, my heart clenching as it shoots up my throat.

"I know you're awake Maela, open the door!" He calls out, and I bite down onto my lip, barely hearing him through the rain that's increasingly getting louder and harder. Is there a storm? I feel as if there's not only a storm out there but in my heart as well, no matter how stupid that sounds.

Holding my head tightly I know that I have to make a decision, and knowing myself well enough I know that I couldn't possibly leave him out there in the rain when I know he could be in here with me explaining to him what needs to be said.
But like before- I'm frozen, my eyes full of tears.

But he easily speaks up once again, shattering every bit of me.

"Please.. Maela, I need to see you," is barely audible, and I can picture him leaning up against the door, his forehead flush against the wood. My heart is aching and before I know it I'm standing from where I am, walking to my door with a pained expression.

My heart pierces when he speaks again.

"P-please," he croaks and I nearly break then, my breath hitching when I hear him sob unintentionally, and my hand wisps against the wood of the door, wishing I could touch him through the barrier.

My fingers curl into a fist and I can't help it, my instincts run over me and I pull the door open, my flushed face revealing itself before Harry- his face flushed as well.

But I never prepared myself to see his complexion, one that looks strong to most people but is weak to me. I can see the pain that is etched across his eyes and I can see the way his heart is barely beating in his chest until his eyes land on me, his forehead looking damp by being pressed upon by my door.

His eyes are dark with desire but not a trace of lust is strewn in the mix which makes me confused. Although much relieved that he isn't here for.. that.. I feel like I'm missing something here.

Harry is drenched in rain from head to toe, and his usually fluffy curls are damp and darker with water dripping from the ends. But above all he's just here in my presence, and he looks cautious as if he doesn't know what to do.

"I'm soaked but I needed to see you, even if it's one o'clock in the morning," he speaks, a little louder than usual to get over the rain. I bite my lip, not sure what to do, but finally my brain snaps awake.

"Come in," I murmur, crossing my arms weakly and he frowns.

"I'm soaked Maela," he whispers and I feel my heart flutter at his thoughts.

"Just come in," I breathe but he refuses, crossing his arms as chills travel up and down his body.

My mind thinks rapidly and slightly sigh, shaking my head.

"Fine, take off everything except your underwear," I whisper, nearly blushing but keeping myself cool by the pattering rain outside blowing cool breezes to my warmed cheeks.