Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 3

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Exactly 10 minutes later, I met Finn outside, strolling through the large mall together. It struck me that I knew next to nothing about him, and he knew nothing about me. So, I spent the next while talking animatedly about my life back home, while we waited for our food at a quaint café not far from Topshop, where I worked. I talked about Noah, and how he was going to become a lawyer. I talked about my mum and my dad, and how they were both teachers. Finn, I had found out, was going to do graphic design at the University of Leeds in September, just 4 months away. I’d also found out that he had a younger sister, Emmy Lou, along with the fact that he’d started a YouTube channel with Jack. Everyone seemed to live a far more interesting life than I did, racing off to foreign, exotic countries and making new friends while I cuddled up at home, on my crappy old laptop, watching movies and sitting on Tumblr. Even Sam, of all people, was going to LA at the end of the year, to live for a few months. We got our food, a plate of nachos and a strawberry smoothie for me, while Finn stuck with a salad. He seemed like an interesting person, and very handsome, too. He towered over me, with green eyes that glistened with intrigue, and I could feel myself slowly growing more and more attracted to him with every word that passed his perfectly shaped lips. It was only the third time I’d seen him, but I could already tell that I was going to like him. He was very interested in Noah, right up until I said that he was a boy, which utterly confused me. Talking about my family made me miss home, and most worryingly of all, my ex-boyfriend, Chris, the man who dumped me about a week before I left Wellington, the capital of New Zealand and my hometown. He was lovely to begin with, but things changed, just as they always did. We were one of those on and off couples, constantly fighting, full of passion and stubbornness. It took me far too long to realise that I definitely didn’t need someone like that in my life, and by that stage, I was already halfway across the Pacific Ocean.

I smiled absent-mindedly, remembering all of the nice things that he used to do for me, to make up for everything stupid he’d done. One time, after a particularly vicious fight, he threw pebbles at my window, professing his supposed ‘love’ for me by placing a small ladder under my 2-story window and carrying a small picnic basket full to the brim of my favourite food in one arm, a bouquet of peach-pink roses in the other. He could be romantic when he wanted to be, but he could also be the complete opposite. Chris had me wrapped around his little finger, and I was far too blind to see it. Finn coughed loudly, pulling me out of my reminisce and back into reality, “Are you alright, Liv?’” he asked.

“I just miss home, that’s all,” I mumbled, draining the life force out of my delicious smoothie and scraping my plate of its last remnants.

“It must be pretty hard,” Finn noted, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You know, moving to a country halfway across the world.”

He was exactly right, and it had never struck me before that point. If I miss my bus, or even leave my lunch at home, I can’t just call mum and it’ll be fixed straightaway, I realised. “I’ll survive,” I stated simply, wanting so desperately to change the topic, but Finn was unrelenting.

“I don’t think I could do that,” he began, tears springing to my eyes as I thought of Noah, of mum, of dad, of Chris, all living their normal lives, without me. “You must be pretty tough to leave everyone behind for a whole year.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, embarrassingly bursting into tears just as he finished uttering those simple words. When I cried, I was a mess. Red puffy eyes, snot threatening to fall in large quantities as I desperately tried to hold back the worst of the waterfall. To Finn’s everlasting credit, he didn’t just sit there, flabbergasted, like most men would. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, stroking my hair softly.

“I’m so sorry, Ollie,” he murmured, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“It’s…ok,” I snivelled, hiccuping in between my words. “It’s…n-nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing,” he said gently, still stroking my hair ever so softly.

I was so choked up that I could barely spit out a word, let alone a full sentence, so we sat in silence, tears and streaming down my face at a ridiculous rate, until finally, I had calmed down and wiped the water off of my face. I must’ve looked absolutely mental, I’d known the guy for a week, and already he’d seen the full waterworks.

“I’m sorry, Finn,” I mumbled ashamedly, eyes cast down. “I-I’m sure you have better things to do than watch a girl have a mental breakdown in public.”

He laughed a little, his thumb brushing away a rogue tear almost romantically, “It’s honestly okay, Liv. I don’t mind.”

Finn seemed kind. Too kind. Did he have ulterior motives? Or was I just over thinking everything? I had learned, after a short while of experience that men never stuck around unless they thought they had a chance of getting into your pants. It was flattering to begin with, but I quickly grew tired of being treated as a piece of meat by the opposite sex. It had jaded me so much that I could no longer tell a sincere man apart from a liar. Despite this, a blush rose on my cheeks and my eyes cast down to my lap. I noticed the time, and I had to get back to work in less than 10 minutes. Finn paid, after refusing to let me do so in an utterly frustrating manner. Once we’d left the café, I worked up the courage to plant a sweet, ‘more than friends’ type of kiss on his cheek, “Thanks, Finny.”

Finn’s POV:

“Thanks, Finny,” she murmured in my ear, tingles running up and down my body. Her scent was mesmerizing, a mixture of freshly bloomed flowers and other heavenly smells that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Here, right in front of me, was definitely the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen in my entire life, and she was kissing *In italics* me. Granted, it wasn’t on my lips, but we’d get to that stage soon. Ollie was even adorable when she cried, although I knew she didn’t think so herself. She trotted off to work, wiggling her fingers back at me and grinning madly, something I’d grown accustomed to in the short time I’d known her. I had so much to do, so many people to meet, but I couldn’t resist spending some time alone with her. Somehow, I could already tell that I would do things for her that I wouldn’t do for anyone else in this world. No one: not Emmy, not mum, not dad. Not even Jack. The thought frightened me somewhat. I sighed, watching her take her final strides in to Topshop. Olive consumed my thoughts, night and day, hour after hour. How could a girl I’d only met a week ago, take over my life without even a blink?