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

Chapter 33

Harry's Point of view

My feet stumble upon each other and I let out a shaky breath, the air around me closing in on my lungs. Through the thin black jacket I'm wearing I can feel the cool air pierce my skin, sending chills down my spine. I hadn't anticipated going through such cold weather so I don't have my coat, but really thinking about it- I should've brought it. Mainly for Maela and her probably frozen bare legs. I begin to move faster at that thought to keep her warm.

My calves hurt as I've been following behind Maela for about five minutes, every few steps causing an ache to the balls of my feet causing me displeasure.

"Fuck," I hear in the distance and immediately my heart rate goes up, my heart hammering in my chest.

My feet begin to hit the ground in a faster manner and I must be making good distance because the crackling of leaves and twigs hits my ears in a higher volume. I purse my lips together, jogging around a tree and finally spotting the white hoodie that gleams on her back.

The moonlight reflects just a tinge on her body and I feel my heart slowly shredding as I hear her light sobs, guilt running through my being with every step I take.

Things that I needed to say to her seems impossible to say now after hurting her further. I didn't know that I was capable of breaking something that was already broken, and picking up the shards of her heart was going to be the hardest thing to do in my entire life. I just felt it stabbing me in the heart, telling me that I was going to deal with something inevitable. There's no way I'm letting her go, there's no way I'm gonna let her slip through my fingers for the thousandth time. I know I've said this endlessly, and I know that this time if I'm going to ask for her back that I can't continue to hurt her.

It's only now beginning to slam into my head the kind of pain that I inflicted upon her just by making that one night happen. The night that I met her. It seems like ages ago.. I wish for that kind of carelessness now, that same kind of attitude, but everything changed when I insisted more.

I wanted more, I wanted dates, I wanted late night talks, cheesy dinners. My head screams at me for being too careless as to break her, but that's why I came here. To fix this.

I'm doing an awful job now, but I have to keep trying. I have to stop jumping to conclusions, like Maela said.

I don't even want to reflect on how I tried to force Maela for answer if she slept with Niall.

I- I know it's not true I just..

Fury starts at the pit of my stomach and I shake my head, rounding the corner of a tree and seeing Maela a few yards ahead of me. I begin to focus on her right at this moment, too sick to think about anything else.

She seems to be going just anywhere, and looking around in this ominous atmosphere, I feel like this part of the forest hasn't really been visited before. Or maybe it has, but a long time ago. Almost as if this was more of ruins instead of a big jumble of trees.

Instantly I feel worried, and through my hazy thoughts I manage to lose sight of Maela, who had taken a turn somewhere that ventured downwards. Immediately I run to the area even faster, my lungs feeling crushed by the thin air as I pant heavily.

It's not until I turn that I feel my eyes grow wide and my heart to slow down, my vision intaking a sight that I hadn't expected to see.

Although Maela stands right in front of me in arms reach, beyond her is a bridge, resembling a wide set railroad that would be able to let two trains pass through. Under the shafts of metal that would lead a train is from my perspective horizontal planks of wood, consisting of the same length all the way through. My eyes can barely take in the area we've stumbled upon, and my heart burns with passion as I figure this might be the best place for her to not only stop, but to listen to me.