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

Chapter 23

Maela's Point of view

"I didn't come here at midnight just get kicked out," he mutters and I nearly glare at him.

"Then what did you come here for? Let it out, just drop it on me I'm used to it by now," I shoot at him and he looks mad once again, sending me back to the few minutes ago where I can see the salt sprinkled along the tiled floors.

"I was supposed to fix this, I was supposed to fix us- you," his words are jumbled and I flinch when moves towards me, his eyes flashing with hurt. "I broke you by leaving you last night, I couldn't sleep last night thinking that you weren't okay. I'm just thanking god that nothing happened to you," he hurls at me, and I merely shrug, trying to act unfazed when really I'm drowning in agony the longer he talks.

"I'm fine, I really am," I lie, and he looks right through me.

"Right," he rolls his eyes and I want to scoff at him.

"What is with you, do you think rolling your eyes at me is gonna fix anything?" I hiss and he shoots daggers into me with his eyes.

"Do you think lying to yourself and even me is gonna fix anything?" He growls and I falter under his glare.

"Look whose talking.." I mutter and he scoffs.

"Since when have I lied to you?"

"You lie in general," I grumble, and he seems to lose it, catching me off guard.

"I have never lied to you Maela! I have lied to my wife, my employees, my fucking family but I have never, EVER lied to you," he explodes and I frown, cringing at his loud and overpowering tone of voice. I feel like crying, I feel like kicking and screaming in pain and frustration. But I stumble upon my own set of words that send the both of us down a different road.

"YOU LIED ABOUT LOVING ME HARRY!" I shriek, my body shaking in agitation.

My nails pierce the palm of hands and I bite my lip, nearly drawing blood.

Harry stands there dumbfounded, his face even more pale than before, which causes me to worry. But I don't stop, my face coated with sheer frustration.

"I honestly cannot believe you for a second if you say that you really haven't fallen for me the way I've fallen for you, Harry. I never expected you to say it first, but to pretend that you aren't feeling the same way as I am is like lying to my face!" I burst, and he purses his lips together, his chest heaving as he looks down at me.

A dying wish of mine would be to see what happens in that complex mind of his, but the probability of Harry letting me into his mind is slim. Especially if he refuses to admit that he feels anything for me.

"There had to be a reason for you to want me to stay so badly.. there had to be a reason for you to not let me go all this damn time!" I cry out and as if he doesn't understand how much my heart can take he's suddenly in my face, his hands pulling me up from my hunched position, his hands moving up to my shoulders.

My body is stiff and scared in his presence, and I have a hard time trying to catch my breath from the sudden proximity and change in position.

"I can't," he hesitates, pain etched in his eyes, "I can't tell you that I love you Maela, I couldn't possibly put you through any more pain by telling you I'm in love with you when I'm bloody fucking married," he growls, my heart coming to a slow halt. His eyes are piercing themselves into mines, and the tension between us is strong, unbelievably strong. My head is swarming with so many thoughts it's almost hard for me to grasp reality. This is too much for me in 24 hours, I can't absorb so much information and release a ton of tears at the same time. I just can't, but I'm forcing myself through it.