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

Chapter 28

Maela's Point of view

"Ms. Sharp?" He gapes, dropping what I assume is his things onto the floor, his black Vans backpack thumping against the squeaky wood.

I'm in complete awe as I stare at the blonde headed boy, his familiar striking blue eyes looking right at me.

"You're that chef from Harry's party," I breathe, gawking at this surreal appearance in front of me. "Who exactly are you and what are you doing in my mom's home?" I gape, my eyes wide as I try to clean up my appearance, hastily tying my hair up into an insanely messy bun, strands of hair popping out. I grunt, but stay in place, refocusing my attention back to blondie.

"Jesus, you're beautiful," he murmurs and my face flushes, my lips pursing together.

"I uh.." I mutter, combing a back a piece of my hair. Easily we switch thoughts, his face now flushed and mines a bitter sweet amusement.

"Sorry uh, Niall Horan, ma'am," he breathes, nodding his head in respect. I nearly feel a rush of how I used to feel being around such high class people. Feeling bitterly out of place and stuck up next to snotty rich people. Mrs. Everes evidently sticking out from everyone else I could remember meeting.

"Just call me Maela," I shoot at him and his once bright face begins to fade, causing me to feel guilt for being so rude. I can't help it though, my heart has been warped in the past 48 or more hours, and everything spilling from my mouth is hardly thought about.

I refrain from screaming, because believe it or not Niall is a very attractive man, not saying that I'm interested but I would rather not have him remember me as a snotty bitch like the rest of the people that he has seen me with.

"Maela," he breathes and I sigh slightly.

"What are you doing here?" I question, my eyes washing over him. What if I'm just going crazy? What if I'm just seeing things right now that remind me of Harry? This can't be happening to me right now, I can't believe any of this.

But new theories fill my mind and I feel paranoid to think that Niall was paid to come and find me to bring me back to Harry. My head feels like it's going to explode and I immediately regret getting out of bed, not following my mom, meeting Harry, being born.. I hate having all these regrets but I can't take anything back, and I feel like throwing a tantrum in distress right in front of this innocent looking man. Well, innocent in certain ways. He wasn't the one that caused all this pain on me.

"Um your mother-" he starts and I frown.

"My mom?"

"Yeah, she erm.. she called me and wanted to discuss catering her friends surprise baby shower or something," he shrugs and I frown.

"So you mean to tell me that she called you all the way back in Seattle, and you came here for a baby shower?" I scoff, sounding rude. I attempt to cough to lessen the building tension but it doesn't work, his face contorting into a frown.

"Actually my business is nationwide, and it just so happens that her friend is my brother's new wife," he mutters, his accent thicker and darker than when we had started talking. I gulp, feeling the guilt seep over my shoulders and clouding my head. Every damn time I'm stressed over Harry I treat the people around me with so little respect.

Grace gets the hot hand the most since she's around me all the time, and now Niall is getting a taste of it.

He doesn't seem to be getting the fact that I am in deep pain right now, but that probably doesn't mean shit to him.

I'll have to start fixing my attitude now if I'm going to keep Niall as a.. soon to be friend. But as of right now we are strangers, and he's the pure one with probably no problems while I'm rotten to the bone with every problem possible.