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

Chapter 27

Maela's Point of view

"Mom?!" I call out, tossing her spare key back into the plant pot behind me, kicking the door shut.

The chipped door closes and I furrow my eyebrows when a familiar stench fills my senses. But even the smell can't change the sudden smile on my face when I see Shadow scurrying towards me, his tail wagging crazily as she attacks my face.

"Shadow! Oh my gosh baby, I haven't seen you in ages, you're so beautiful," I coo, petting her silky fur, then rubbing hee cheeks rapidly. His breath fans my face and I nearly scoff at the smell, and then realize that right next to me is her lump of poop that my nose caught onto. I roll my eyes, my mom not cleaning up around here.

Shadow licks my face one last time before I finally hear that woman's voice, her face peering around the corner.

"Monkey!" She exclaims, rushing over to me in her fluffy blue pajamas, her tall figure peering over me. She throws her arms around me as I do the same, my lips parting as I breathe 'mom' out to her.

As much as I've tried to keep my emotions down from the moment I stepped on my plane ride, it just so happens that my mom is able to pull the pain out of me with just the sight of her. Her welcoming demeanor, and the trust I have in this woman is overwhelmingly powerful to my well being. For the first time in a while I actually feel security, and my heart is warmed to the center with actual care for me.

Sometimes she does go a bit crazy, but right now I feel wanted and I feel like I belong here. Rather than in some over rated hotel to be fucked by a compulsive liar that has false love for me.

Finally I feel something other than pain.

Suddenly my mom pulls back and stares into my now blurry eyes, my eyes peering through the tears that cascade down my face.

"Honey girl what's wrong?" She frowns, cupping my face in her strong hands. I reach up and place my hands over hers, biting my lip at the warm sensation that's taking over my body. Every artery that was hurt by Ms. Monster-in-law, every vein that was hurt by Arendia, and every cell hurt by Harry begins to cry out, wondering what I did to deserve being neglected by heartless people.

My bottom lip feels like it's going to be split in half, and as I breathe out in frustration I give her a weak smile although it's too late to pretend that I'm crying because 'I've missed her'.

I wouldn't be shivering this hard for that reason, the agony that is being displayed right now is too much a symbol of something else than just loneliness of her missing presence in my life.

So when I say the next few words, I'm struck by my bluntness but refuse to take it back.

"I'm in pain, mom," I whimper, and I dig my face into her chest as she quickly welcomes me into a hug, pulling me slowly to the candle litted living room.

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Harry's Point of view

My fingers fumble rapidly and begin to drum against my thigh as I stand at the door of Liam's room, my jaw clenched in a hidden fury. Not only am I furious with the fact that he had left without my permission, but Arendia had convinced me not to go, and every passing second that I don't see y/n's face tells me that I've made the wrong decision.

Why is there this dying feeling in me that's telling me she left? She wouldn't do that would she? Would she really consider it? Would she leave me?

Finally, I see my car pull up into the driveway, a calm Liam stepping out while tossing his cap to the side as he combs his fingers through his brown hair.