the song for this chapter is "Weak When Ur Around," the acoustic version, by blackbear :)
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Finley
I was so taken aback by Harry's sudden invitation to join him in an activity I knew he kept private from everyone else, that it took me a second to utter out my reply.
"Only if this is something that you are comfortable with," I checked, wanting to give him the option to change his mind. I knew whatever was going on in that mind of his was causing a lot of chaos, and I didn't want him to regret asking me to come with him.
"I am, I...I'd like you to come with me," he replied, his answer a little more confident than the first time he asked the question.
I gave him a smile, walking up to him across the yard, stopping a few inches in front of his tall frame, tilting my head back to look up at him.
"Then I'd love to," I replied, and he gave me a soft and relieved smile.
He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but then he closed it, opting for another smile instead.
I followed him over to the storage shed, waiting patiently while he put in the combination on the padlock, staring somewhere else while he did so. I could tell that him bringing me here was a big deal, and I didn't want him to think that I would take advantage and try and come in here uninvited.
As soon as I heard the wooden doors creaking open, I turned my head back towards them, finding Harry stood there and holding it open for me.
Harry followed me inside and reached to flick on a light switch, which illuminated some overhead lights, as well as some mismatched string lights draped across the ceiling.
While my eyes adjusted, he shut the door behind him, flipping the lock to the inside of the door, as though he was still scared someone else might show up uninvited to his private place of refuge.
My eyes scanned the room, seeing countless canvases, each one of them covered with a cloth of some sort, hiding the art underneath them. Even inside the walls of this shed, Harry still kept everything private...and I was just honored that he trusted me enough to invite me in here.
I turned around to face Harry, who looked very shy and vulnerable right now.
"Got anything you're working on right now?" I asked, trying to make him more comfortable.
He shook his head no, walking up closer to me, surprising me when he lifted his hand and delicately brushed a few strands of hair away from my face.
"I um...I was actually thinking of starting a new one tonight," he spoke softly, his eyes flicking from my eyes down to my lips, and then back up again.
"Yeah?" I smiled.
He looked down at the ground and smirked a little bit before looking back up at me.
"Can I...can I paint a picture of you, Finn?"
My heart did something inside my chest, something violent and exciting and foreign, I felt like I might fall over from the flutters I felt within me.
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