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

Chapter 34

Maela's Point of view

Cold tears travel down my face and although my heart is frozen in my chest right now from the chilly weather, I feel my insides glow with warmth that everything that just happened. The way he kisses me makes my head spin, and my mind implode with crazy disbelief.

His warmth, his love, his presence has me swarmed with an overwhelming feeling inside of me, and I have no words to describe the way I feel right now.

Everything is too fast, and near ridiculously impossible. I have no idea what to think at this point.

But somehow in a matter of time, Harry's hands release my throat and slides down to my back, one hand holding something warm. I break the kiss momentarily and look at my pants in his hold.

"Jesus, you must be freezing," he murmurs, opening the pants and holding my arm as he ushers for me to put on the warm material. Slowly I slip them on over my thin pajama shorts and control my breath as I immediately feel better and regain my thoughts.

I begin to blurt out things before I know it, and I just let myself go.

"You divorced her? What in the world- it's been two days and now you make up your mind?" I ask him, but place my hand in his for reassurance for the both of us. I'm not leaving, I'm taking him with me. Tugging on his hand I urge him to trail behind me as I venture down the old railroad that we found, something I've never seen before.

My mom lived here all her life, I'm sure she knows where we might be.

"Well it's not official but it's happening.. I asked for a divorce before I'd left, and now I'm here."

"And how'd Arendia take it? How did her mom take it?" I ask quickly, feeling my heart race as I think about them. I bite my lip and keep walking, processing as much as I can now that I have sense of what's happening. Harry peers down at me.

"Well, what do you think?" He asked softly and I sighed, pinching my eyebrow in distress. "Hey.. they'll be gone soon," he says softly, dragging his thumb across my hand. My heart flutters with reassurance and I sigh, closing my eyes nodding. "I mean it this time, they'll have to go through me to get to you," he presses and I nod.

"Yeah, okay," I whisper and I feel his eyes pierce onto me, although I look away. I can't help the curiosity that bubbles in my stomach. "Tell me."

He cocks an eyebrow and looks at me longingly.

"Tell you what?"

"I wanna know.. tell me about the two of you, your story," I feel my stomach twist, and I look up at him. For the first time since he got here I get a good look at him. But I see exhaustion, but most importantly determination. I can't help the undying love that flutters around my chest.

"Our story?" He gapes, and I hesitantly nod, gulping.

"Y-yeah," I frown to myself, wondering why I'm about to put myself into this situation.

No.. I want to know, I just do. To somehow get a whiff of what Harry let go of. To see what I destroyed and can't take back for the rest of my life.

I'm such a bad person, but I'm too greedy, so I'll live through it. Even if this makes me such a terrible person, I can't help but feel content just being with him. It'll surely tear me apart in the near future.. but really, the things his family did to me seemed beyond the damage I did.

"Are you sure you want to know?" He murmurs, and I take a shallow breath, nodding.

He blinks once, "I need to have an idea what you left behind," I breathe and he surprisingly agrees, pulling me closer to him. It seems hard for him to regroup his memories, but he grasps it before I change my mind, looking at me.