Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 6

(A/N): I’m so sorry for my long (ish) hiatus! At least it wasn’t like, 4 months or something silly like that. This ones a wee bit of a short one, sorry, but I promise the next one’ll be better and much longer. I can’t wait for you guys to read it! Thanks for all the lovely messages! Oh, and I’m going away this weekend, but I might possibly have some wifi. I can’t properly guarantee that, but we’ll just have to see. Enjoy xx

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After Sam saying a few more words, which, of course, I didn’t pay any attention to at all, after seeing a particularly nice pair of shoes in a shop window, he shut the camera off, and we went inside, before being waved to one of the booths. Sitting there was Finn, Jack, Marcus, Alfie and a few of their mates that I’d met, but couldn’t place names to faces. Finn wasn’t so angry anymore, flaunting his gorgeous, heart-melting grin as usual. We took our seats, the day turning for the better. Just after we’d ordered, everyone was chatting, when Marcus brought up the embarrassing topic again, “Who was that guy last night, Liv?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I groaned, seeing only moments later that Finn’s jaw was clenched, bruise as obvious as ever. “Don’t remind me,” I grumbled. He seemed to ease slightly at that comment. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I declared, shuffling out of the booth without waiting for a response.

As soon as I got there, I pulled out my phone. Noah, my twin brother, always knew how to calm me down. It didn’t really make any sense that I was so worried, but I knew that it had something to do with Finn, and how he managed to make my stomach roar with butterflies, or how he looked at me like there was nothing else, just the two of us. I remembered feeling like that with Chris.

“Noah,” I said shakily, breathing out as I did so.

“Lil!” he cried, using an old, childhood nickname. It didn’t take very long before he noticed the rate of my breathing, or how I couldn’t manage to string a sentence together. Getting all worked up over a stupid boy again, Liv? My inner voice sneered, remembering the embarrassingly large string of guys that I had been with back home. In fact, the reason I wasn’t at university was because I’d messed around at school, hoping for some rich, handsome, kind boy to sweep me off my feet and ensure that everything was alright. I hated myself for that. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” I stated simply, for fear that I might burst into tears in a public restroom. It certainly didn’t help that I was so homesick at the same time. “Tell me about what’s happening at home,” I begged, voice growing hoarse with emotions and threatening tears.

“Well, mum’s gotten a promotion,” he said, cautious as ever. “And now she’s principal.”

I smiled; mum deserved that job. She’d worked for the same primary school, or elementary, for Americans, for years. “Tell her I say congratulations,” I replied, slowly beginning to feel better as the minutes passed. He told me a few things about courses, and his long term girlfriend, Emily. He loved her very, very much, and sometimes, I was jealous of that. Would anyone ever love me as much as Noah loves Emily?

“Oh, and I might be coming to London,” he added nonchalantly, as if it was nothing.

“What?” I exclaimed, full to the brim of glee. “When?”

“What about the July holidays?” Noah suggested.

I checked the date on my watch. June 6th. I’d been there 1 week and 6 days. ”That sounds perfect, Noah,” I breathed, grinning all the while. We were so close that it was unbelievable. Soon enough, our conversation came to an end, and just as I was about to leave the toilet, I slammed into a muscular body.

“Watch it-” I stopped dead in my tracks, green eyes and chestnut hair flooding my sight. “Finn,” I breathed, taking a slight step back.

“I came to uh, check on you, I guess,” he replied, nervously fiddling with his bracelets. His eyes were wide, teeth ensnaring his lower lip. He looked like an anxious boy back at school, in trouble for something that he shouldn’t have been doing.

“Well, I’m fine,” I mumbled, casting my eyes to the suddenly interesting pile of menus that sat on the wooden table. An awkward silence fell over us for a moment.

“I’m sorry-” We both said, unrehearsed and at the exact same time. Neither of us could suppress the slight giggle, but I gestured for Finn to continue.

“I was being silly this morning, I’m so sorry, Liv. Will you forgive me?”

A warm grin registered on my lips and I wrapped my arms around him. I had known him for barely a fortnight, yet we were already pretty close. “Of course I do, Finn.” I wanted so bad for my life to be like a romantic comedy, for Finn and I to argue, for Finn to interrupt me with a passionate kiss. But I soon came to the depressing realisation that life isn’t like the films. I’m not some impossibly attractive, yet somehow vulnerable female, who is in every way perfect, and Finn’s not another impossibly attractive, perfect in every way male.