the song for this chapter is "Blackbird," by The Beatles :)
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Finley
We pulled up to my house and Leonardo looked at us from his spot in the driver's seat.
"I'll wait out here," he spoke gently.
I had sat on Harry's lap on the ride back, none of us being too vocal on the drive back.
I smiled in relief when I saw Alex walking out of my house with Tommy, holding an ice pack to the back of his head.
Before Harry had a chance to stop me, I was flinging the door open and scrambling out, running up to Alex and throwing my arms around his neck, he dropped the ice pack to the ground and circled his hands around my waist.
"Thank goodness you're okay," I cried softly into his shirt, his arms holding me tightly.
"Finn, I'm so sorry, I tried to warn you, I-" he struggled to get out, but I pulled away from his chest and shook my head up at him.
"No, none of that. No one could have seen that coming, Alex. I'm just glad you're fucking alive," I spoke sincerely, relieved tears streaming out from the corners of my eyes.
"Is he...?" Alex trailed off, taking one hand off of my waist to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.
I pressed my lips together and nodded. "He's dead," I spoke with a wavering voice.
Alex closed his eyes briefly and sighed in relief, involuntarily hugging me tighter against him.
Tommy walked up and joined in the group hug, glossy tears coating his eyes.
"Hey, kid," he sniffed out, rubbing the top of my head with his hand.
Footsteps from behind me caused me to crane my neck to see Harry walking up to us, and I pulled away from the hug to stare at his bloodied shirt.
"Hey, Styles, we already put the bags in our car, we'll all stay out in our cars until you guys are ready to leave," Tommy assured him.
"Thank you, Tommy, and Alex, how are you feeling?" Harry asked in concern, glancing down at the ice pack on the ground and bending down to retrieve it, handing it back to Alex.
"Like I got whacked over the head with a crowbar," Alex managed to joke, but I could only imagine how bad his head was hurting from it.
"I'll send one of our doctors over to examine you for a concussion," Harry offered.
"No, it's okay, I-" Alex tried to protest, but Harry cut him off.
"Alex, I am not gonna have you driving across the world if I'm not positive you are okay," Harry spoke firmly, and Alex's lips pressed into a small and thankful smile.
"Okay, well, we will wait in the car," Alex nodded instead, giving me a final squeeze on the shoulder before he and Tommy made their way to their car, leaving Harry and me to do what we came here to do...
Assess the damage.
He tried to stop me when I suggested it, but I shut him down. I needed closer today, in every sense of the word. Jax was gone, and I wanted to see the effects of his last terror that he had rained down upon my life.
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