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Chapter 35

Maela's Point of view

My heart is racing as I tug Harry through the back door of the house, morning light seeping through the curtains as no one is around.

Shooting Harry a smile I lean up and peck his cheek, feeling that undying love in my stomach spark all over again. But this time nothing is stopping me from falling for him deeper.

I feel like every twisted twine that was wrapped around my heart burned away by Harry. Although on the way that he got rid of them he burned me with his backstory, but soon those burns will fade and will be replaced with new skin, new memories with me.

As I attempt to move up the stairs to take Harry with me to pack, he stops me.

"I'm a bit hungry," he frowns and I nearly gape at his pout. I then break into a smile, squeezing his hand.

"We can get food on the way to the airport," I whisper but he shakes his head. "Fine, do you want to cook here where my parents can find us and maybe even run into Niall.. wherever he is.." I trail and he shrugs.

"Nothing to be afraid of when I have you. So long as you aren't leaving me I'll be content for the rest of my life," he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. I hook my arms around his neck and we both dive in for a kiss, feeling way too affectionate when we should be exhausted. His fingers rake through my hair and to taunt him I do the same which both causes us to laugh. Finally I pull away first out of breath.

"Well might as well announce our arrival now since we'll be cooking," I say much louder than my usual voice. Harry nearly bursts out laughing and I move to the fridge, smiling.

Harry hoists himself onto the counter and I nearly glare at him, but continue to look for something to whip up anyways.

Suddenly Harry let's out a low whistle and he smiles brightly.

"For a house in the forest, it's pretty modern," Harry smirks, and I chuckle. "Big too," he observes and I roll my eyes.

"Are you gonna help me make these pancakes or what?" I ask, holding up a batter bought from what looks like Hawaii. Hawaiian Sun is the brand.

"Maca- um, maca-day-mee-ah," he sounds out the writing on the package and I resist the urge to burst out laughing.

"Macadamia nut," I take the package back and he laughs.

"I'm not helping," he smirks and I snap my head at him.

"And why not?" I growl and he leans forward, nudging my nose with his- distracting me. I gulp as he opens his mouth, but someone else's words override his, causing both of us to jolt away.

It's my dad's voice, deep and demanding. Respectable by all means.

"Because we are going to have a nice talk right son? And we can't have you disarrayed in the head because you need to handle pancakes," my dad wipes the entire room with a layer of tension, and I stand shocked that someone appeared after our mark of arrival. Of course my dad decides to meddle between us.

"Dad," is all I'm able to breathe, and Harry jumps off the counter, fixing his black jacket and fixing his hair.

"Mr. Sharp," Harry's voice changes, and I gulp slightly. This is not terrifying at all, I knew we should have left. "Don't believe I fully introduced myself the last time we.. er, countered each other," Harry lowly states and I remember glimpses of my mom slapping Harry across the face and my dad rushing to their side. Jeez, Harry you don't help in lightening things up hm?

"No, seems like you haven't boy. Maela you can continue to cook- I'll take him off your hands," my dad ushers for Harry to follow him and I nearly see the panicked look on Harry's face. I can't help but pull them back in.