Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 4

Olive’s POV:

I slipped on my outfit for the night; a black high-waisted skirt, slinking down my legs and ending at my mid-thigh. On top, I wore my favourite off-white peplum top. Pleased with my simple makeup and natural hair, I stepped into my red platform pumps and click-clacked my way to the living room, kicking my feet up on the coffee table and waiting for Sam to hurry up.

“Sammy!” I crooned, impatient as ever. “I’d like to go before Christmas, please!”

“Here,” he grumbled, stepping out, hair expertly dishevelled, dressed from head to toe in suave, labelled clothes that only got pulled out in the best of nights. “You’re still impatient as fuck, you know that?”

“You clean up nice,” I noted, flattening out my skirt and linking arms with him, somewhat of a habit since my moving here nearly a fortnight ago. I had learnt to ignore Sam’s snarky comments over the years, so this one was like water off a ducks back.

“You look lovely as well, Liv.”

Of course, Sam had to pull out his phone and take a photo.

‘@sampepper: Out tonight with the bestest cousin in the whole wide world! #watchoutlondon’

We made our way to the taxi, 5 floors down and out the double doors. Tonight was my first proper night out with everyone, but I’d been to the pub with a friend at work, Emma. We were meeting Finn, Jack, Marcus and Alfie at the club, though I had no idea of the name. Once we were in the taxi, we whizzed through the streets of Central London, passing famous landmarks as we chatted about nonsensical, random things.

We paid the fare and exited the cab, looking for the group of friends we were supposed to meet. “Ollie!”

Jack. I turned around, grinning madly as I saw the particularly handsome bunch that I had latched onto. They all looked very smart, dressed head to toe in nice clothes, just as Sam was. I could feel their stares on my body, and it made me squirmy and uncomfortable. We lined up, but for some reason, we were let in front of everyone by the big, burly, grumpy looking security guard. Neon lights casted the room in a bright green glow, flickering in time with the pumping, nameless music. The place was huge, despite the wall-to-wall leather black couches. Nothing back home could even hold a candle to this cavernous, pumping club. Clearly, the other 5 were completely used to it, shrugging it off almost as if it were another day at work.

“I’m gonna go get drinks!” Marcus shouted over the music, pushing past the endless sea of people with Alfie in tow.

Finn pulled out his phone, and, you guessed it, took a photo of me and Sam, my arm rested around his shoulder, the same cheesy grin on both our faces.

‘@FinnHarries: #cheekypeppers’

Marcus and Alfie arrived not long after, carrying 4 alcoholic beverages. Over the passing hours, my intoxication grew thicker and thicker, blurring my vision and making it hard to walk.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Finn said, guiding me out of the club, pounding music slowly drowning to that of a whisper. Suddenly, I wasn’t so tall, and Finn had my shoes in his hands.

“Hey! I need those,” I slurred, grabbing at the air around my belongings.

“I’ll give them back to you once you’ve sobered up a bit, okay?”

“I am sober,” I countered, promptly tripping over a tiny pothole in the cement. Inexplicably, I was suddenly in Finn’s arms. He was carrying me, just like a princess. “Where’s everyone else?” I had the sense to ask.