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

Chapter 31

Harry's Point of view

"All meetings were assigned to be canceled for the next three days, don't tell me that my office is full of men in suits that didn't get the memo," I curse into the phone, spotting my suitcase on the conveyor belt and rushing over to the bag to throw it on the floor.

"Sir, your biggest partners are here-" Liam says lowly through the phone, clicking my nerves off.

"I told you to cancel the fucking meeting Liam! What part of 'cancel everything' did you not understand?" I roar through the phone, my hand encasing the entire phone where I feel like I could crush it into pieces. I can feel my heart rate increasing rapidly as I yank my luggage behind me, adjusting my tie as I leave the area.

First I get put into the business fucking portion of the plane, and now this. The things I do for Maela. Well, I would die for her, no doubt, so I can manage. I'm about to see after all the shit I've been through- what we've been through. I guess I'm just on edge.

I don't know what to expect when I see her. I just know that I'm going to do if she doesn't want to see me as much as I want to see her.

I've made so many mistakes, I have more regrets now than I've ever had before I met her and to deal with this horrendous situation is the worse. In a way I wish I'd have never gotten married to Arendia in the first place, but there's nothing left for me to take back. I just need to stop making so many mistakes that involve me losing Maela because I just can't handle that once more.

Finding out that Maela was fucking gone just last night was the worst night of my life. I never lost my head so quickly until I made it to her house- seeing her closets rummaged through and nearly devoured of practical clothing. The only things left were her business clothes, her numerous pencil skirts that I've continuously fell in love with over the days I've been with her were still here- killing me.

I just- I feel like I'm dying. I need to see her, and from the looks of it I'll be seeing her in an hour, if I can get past this journey of obstacles.

Realizing that Liam is still over the phone causes me to clear my mind, allowing myself to cool down.

"With all due respect sir, these men are your biggest partners. And-"

"You've said that already. And I couldn't give any more fucks so kick them out. I'm not flying all the way back because of meat heads that didn't listen when I said no," I hang up the phone without any further instruction, laying everything down onto Liam.

I'm slightly disappointed with him for laying this down on me, especially since he's knows my situation. I didn't need for him to stress me more than I already am.

I glance at my watch and bite my lip when I see that it's nearly two hours til midnight here. Hopefully she will still be used to Seattle's time.. or else I'll be facing a drowsy Maela.

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Maela's Point of view

The hairs on the back of my neck stick up suddenly when Niall's fingers brush up against my own, my face growing red with annoyance. The sixth time tonight, and I'm not having any of this.

"Stop," I mouth, but he pretends to not notice, looking at my mom.

"How's the garlic bread Mrs. Sharp?" Niall smiles, taking a bite of a meatball, frustration swimming through my veins crazily. I feel like I'm about to burst, holding my fork tightly that my knuckles turn white.

If it weren't for Shadow sitting right under the table I'd have aimed for Niall's nuts, attempting to kill his baby maker. I don't care right now, he's almost gone too far. I've repeatedly drawn the line between the two of us and he's accepted it but now he's not. Out of all days to act like this, Niall. Out of all fucking days.