I feel you

1. Found love

 All rights reserved to the BBC, only the story is mine. All characters belong to their creator other than Micheal Jesus he is mine. Let's begin!!

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Isaiah Shelby. That was his name now. He was his Rom, his everything. He is his. Bound for life. It was nice, enthralling, exhilarating. All he could ever ask for. Waking up with him while the sun rose so high, he could break out in a fever. It was all worth it. All he needed was him. His love, his hands his scent. He was so in love. It scared him in all honesty. He was his oxygen, and she was his carbon dioxide. But no time to dwell on his past sorrows, he had a loving redheaded husband to light up the room.  

"Shit" I woke up, surrounded in warm beer and my own vomit. Fuck. What time is it? Isaiah's going to do my head in if he sees me like 

"Thinking about me. Finn-boy?"

"Yes" I breathe out

I looked at him through the foggy haze. Finally settling my eyes on his face, my mouth crinkling into a smile seeing him.

"Won't even deny it?" He chuckles lightly and moves closer to me and gestures to sit on the barstool next to me I push him back.

"Stay there"

He softens at this and stares into my eyes with warmth, I swear I've only seen in Tommy's eyes when he looked at Grace. I move my hands to cup his face. "My beautiful husband"

"Don't kiss me I don't want puke all over me."

I decide to play around a bit, we both need it right now. "But you are supposed to love me until death do us apart" I chuckle.

"You love who now, Finn!" Arthur bellows. Walking into the pub with John and Tommy trailing behind him. In seconds, I shove Isaiah away from me, wiping my mouth. He staggers and falls hitting his head on the side of a table. I instantly feel a pang of regret as I hear him cry out in pain.

"Shit, Finn. What did he do! John, get him. Finn Towels.

In haste, I grab my handkerchief from my jacket pocket and hand it to Tommy. He is losing a lot of blood. Fuck!

"Is he going to be okay."

"Yes Finn, he's just unconscious. Now this is your fault. "

He leans in close to my ear and whispers.

"Heard what you said before, He is your Rom, you never hurt your Rom, you hear me."

"Yes, I understand" I whisper back. He leans back standing upright.

"Now Finn, you will take him home and nurse him back to health, off you go. There's a car outside you can take."  

We have arrived home. The driver helps me hoist him upstairs and onto my bed. When he leaves. I lock the door, take of Isaiah's shoes, jacket, waistcoat, trousers, and shirt so he is comfortable when he wakes up. I undress to my pants and socks, take his shirt with the word "Jesus" sewn into the collar and put it on. Not weird at all. Tommy said so he is my Rom, so this is fine. I climb into bed with him pulling the covers over us with my head I lay on his chest breathing him in

"I'm sorry, Isaiah" I whisper

I fall into a light sleep. Only waking up to dab his wound with alcohol ever so often.

By the time I wake up fully, Isaiah's woken up, just looking at me. I don't catch his gaze, too much guilt to bear. I rise slowly from my position to hear Aunt Poll screaming my name from the bottom of the stairs and it gradually getting closer until she bursts the door open. She fakes shock.

"Oh Finn, didn't know you had a lad up here."

"No, No its just Isaiah." I slur back

"Hmm, well- "she begins but is cut off by Arthur running up the stairs. 

"Oi- Finn family meeting get your arse down here now"

"Oh" Is all he says when he catches me ad Isaiah's tired eyes and seemingly half naked selves.

"Finn, you alright, what's happening." John enters, pauses for a moment. Before winking at me, then he goes to keep Arthur steady from launching at us.

"Get out all of you!" Isaiah suddenly exclaims. Everyone recoils back downstairs. John is last. "Wasn't hating on ya, you know." He taps the door then closes it.

The door closes with a quiet click. We turn to face each other and burst into warm laughter before calming down. 

 "Wow, that was fucking hilarious." Isaiah chuckles between breathes. I reply with a more serious tone.

"I'm sorry Isaiah, sorry, shouldn't have done that, I was just scared and- "He places my hands into his.

"Finn! It's alright. I forgive you of course you were scared. I am too" He exclaims.

My breathing calms down and I look at him, he shifts onto his right arm and faces me. I stare into his eyes. We remain like that for a minute or two before breaking the eye contact.

"We should go downstairs to meet them now."

"Yes, we should but wait" He leans towards me and pecks my right cheek repeatedly.

"Ok, Ok I get it!" I laugh. Hitting him on the arm.  "Can we go now."

"Yes, my love"