the song for this chapter is "bad for you," by George Barnett :) I BEG OF YOU to listen to it and listen to the lyrics and tell me it's not written about Finley and Harry. I kind of picture it as their theme song hehe
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You think I'm getting a hold on you
I make your eyes go red
and your skin turn blue
I take you far away into a different place
And it's so perfect
You keep injecting me all night through
I make you feel so sick,
but you want me to
Yeah, I'm addictive, babe
You've gotta kick this, babe
'Cause I'm bad for you
And I think you're bad for me too
I think you're bad for me too
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Finley
My view of Harry was cut off by a very confused and excited Lars and Willa. Both of their eyes wide, and their jaws went completely slack.
"Finley? What the actual fuck?" Lars asked in confusion. He kept looking back and forth between me, the helmet, and the car. Willa was pretty shell shocked too, she even reached out a finger to poke my shoulder, as if she was making sure that I was actually there, and that this wasn't just a figment of her imagination.
"It's a long story," I chuckled, knowing that they would absolutely bombard me with questions the second they could get me alone.
I was suddenly lifted into the air by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, hugging me tightly.
I giggled as Alex nuzzled his head in my back, still elevated in his arms.
"I am so. fucking. proud. of. you," he cheered, enunciating each word as he spoke.
As I was in the air, I glanced over the crowds of people, and back towards Harry, whose eyes were already fixed on me.
His jaw was set in anger, but there was some other emotion that took over his face when he saw me in Alex's arms...and I could be mistaken, but it strongly resembled a little thing called jealousy.
Harry was removed from my sights once again as Alex finally placed me back down onto the solid ground, spinning me around to face him, and pulling me in for another hug.
"Finn, you were...you are...absolutely fucking incredible," he marveled, looking at me with those excited pretty blue eyes of his.
Tommy came and joined our group hug, patting me on the back and taking our close proximity as the perfect opportunity to whisper into my ear.
"Feel any better now?"
As we pulled away from the hug, I had a huge grin on my face, nodding at Tommy.
"Much."
Alex turned towards Willa and Lars, waving them over to our little huddle.
Once we were all there, arms wrapped around each other, Alex looked at all of us, a mischievous grin on his handsome face.
"Tonight, we are going to a party. But for the first time in a long time, it will not be another victory party for the man we all know and loathe, it will be a victory party for us...a victory party for Finley...the best damn driver there ever was," he spoke, and I couldn't help but continue to admire how he never let his ego get in the way of appreciating other people's talent.
It was a quality that was far and few for many, and I didn't take it for granted. Fate couldn't have allowed a nicer race team than this one to accidentally overhear me commentating on their driving. Especially knowing what I know now about the people working here, I knew that had it been someone else, that night could have ended very differently for me.
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