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

Chapter 29

Harry's Point of view

Liam and I had a decent conversation, one that ended with my fist in the wall, and a damn smirk on his face. I wanted to fire him so damn badly, but I couldn't. He's someone that I've trusted with my life so many times, and I know he pushed Maela away from me for both of our sakes but I can't help it.

I can't help but be mad that he may have just torn something even more than I had already from the beginning. But to know that I hurt her, and to hear her say 'time has run out' right after telling me that she won't wait forever has taken a toll on my mind. I feel like she's really gone, and that tonight has been the last time I'm ever going to see her.

That's why Arendia is screaming at me right now, and that's why I grabbed my keys from the clips on the kitchen wall. Letting myself only take the Mercedes because it's the closest one to the exit, my heart racing as I run my fingers through my hair hastily.

She better be home.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Arendia screeches from the entrance of the garage, my face twisting in annoyance.

"I'm going to try and fix what I broke," I explain, pressing on the gas but she stops me, stepping right in front of the car. I nearly burst into flames right then.

"Get out of the way," I call out, my voice strained and my blood stream heated to the max. My knuckles turn white around the wheel as I grasp the leather so tightly in my hands.

"Why are you going after her? Why are you treating me like this?!" She shrieks, hitting the hood of the car. My eyes are ablazed as I stare at her in disbelief.

"I'm going to check on her, whether you like it or not so fucking move your ass Arendia," I growl, but she seems unfazed, her eyes shrinking as she looks me dead in the eye.

"I knew you were having an affair," she lowly hums and I nearly roll my eyes.

"Wasn't it obvious," I snarl, not caring that the truth is finally out, only caring that I may become a murderer in a few seconds. I'm eager to see Maela, and to tell her that I'm sorry, that it's all over- that Arendia knows. I want it clear that I'm all hers now. I don't care, I want- I need her.

I'm so desperate to see her, to kiss her, to hold her forever.

"I loved you through everything and it's like you don't even care," she cries.

I purse my lips together and look away. Though her tears strike a nerve in my body I just can't.

I cannot stand another second thinking that I've lost something that means the world to me, even when she's an hour away. Maybe half an hour considering my plan to drive through every stop light to get to her.

My fist tightens around the wheel and I press on the gas ready for Arendia to jump out of the way, but she doesn't, a look of determination straight across her face.

"I'm not playing Arendia, fucking move!" I shout, anger coursing through my veins, but she remains unfazed.

"Do you honestly think she's waiting for you out there? She's gone Harry, she's probably not even home she completely despises you right now," she fights, my jaw clenching.

"You don't know her," I seethe, and she narrows her eyes on me, her hand slamming down onto the hood.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Did you even see the look on Maela's face when she left? Did you not see the fucking tears in her eyes? You ruined her! She's not staying around for you anymore. And you think it's smart for you to stay around and go look for her? You're destroying that fucking skank, and for what? To divorce me? Really-" all I can see is red as everything happens so quickly. I can't control myself as the absolute anger runs through my body, my face red hot with agony. I throw the door open and grab Arendia by her shoulders and throw her into the garage, my face fuming with so much agitation.