Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 8

(A/N): Hey guys! Here’s chapter 8! It’s a bit of a filler, but hopefully the next one will be better! xx
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Finn’s POV:

Olive was so naturally gorgeous that I had begun to wonder how someone like me could ever manage to get someone like that. She laughed at something Zoe had said, tipping her head back softly and crinkling her eyes ever so slightly. It had been 3 days since our kiss, and so far, we’d not hung out since then. I was itching to feel her lips on mine, for her to curl her hands through my hair like she did just hours ago. I felt Jack’s elbow jab into my side, “You’re staring again!” he whispered, although not quiet enough, because Ollie heard, lips tilting into the famed grin.

I shot Jack an evil look, eyebrows furrowed together in anger. I’m trying to impress her, not scare her away!I thought. “Shut up!” I hissed.

We were all at Sam’s place: Sam, of course, Zoe, Ollie, Jack, Marcus, Louis and I, watching the latest episode of Homeland, as per Jack’s request. I wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to it. Olive’s cheeks dusted a soft shade of pink, deepening my never ending attraction to her. She didn’t even need to try, and she was perfect. I pondered in my head what it must’ve been like when she was back home in New Zealand. Surely, there must’ve been other guys. Instantly, envy flooded my veins, although I wasn’t too sure why. We’re going out, aren’t we? We had been on 2 dates, so far, if you counted the bakery thing. The second time, we went out for Starbucks. Her hair was pulled into a lazy high ponytail, a tired smile painting her beautiful face. I so desperately wanted to proclaim her mine, but I knew it was far too early for that. She might think I’m desperate, or needy, or even worse, weird.

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I fiddled with the copious amounts of bracelets on my wrist, teeth nervously clamping on my lower lip. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and for a moment, I was taken away by the beauty in front of me.

“Hi, Ollie,” I grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Hyde Park’s really beautiful at night,” she breathed, still looking in wonder at the squirrels and Narnia-like lamps. “We don’t have squirrels back home.”

Her voice wavered when she said the last 2 words in the sentence, and I tightened my grip around her. Wordlessly, we walked around Hyde Park, the occasional woodland creature scuttling along the path, but Olive didn’t seem at all bothered by it. In fact, she seemed in a constant state of amazement. She couldn’t help but sigh romantically every time she saw a sculpture, or fairy lights hung delicately from a tall, leafy tree. She told me about how she’d lived in Kent, England for about 6 years, before moving out to New Zealand to live, because her father was from there. We stopped at a particularly picturesque scene, a long lane of tall trees standing right in front of us. Olive spinned around on her tip-toes, in a rather bold, Dirty Dancingmanner. Her hand rested on my chest, big brown eyes boring into mine.

“I really like you, Finny,” she murmured, brushing away a stray eyelash from underneath my eye.

“I like you too, Liv.”

She didn’t hesitate to press her lips against mine. I rested my hands on her hips, deepening the kiss as I skirted my tongue along her lower lip. It felt as if it was just Olive and I, nobody else mattered, not even one bit. When we parted, I grinned, wrapping my fingers through hers as I wiped an excess bit of Olive’s lipbalm from the corner of my lips.

“I wanted to see what it was like,” Olive said, smiling shyly. 

“Well, what was it like?” I asked. 

“Perfect.”

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Olive’s POV:

“Excuse me?” I heard someone say.

I turned around, clothes in hand, to see a 16-year-old, carrying a pen, a piece of paper and an iPhone in her hands. “Is everything okay?” I asked, smiling as politely as I could. We were told to ‘avoid chitchat, and get down to business’, so it was the standard line at work. She didn’t look like she needed help, rather, she kept staring at me like she was in a dream, or something along those lines. Do I have something on my face?

“Are you Olive Pepper?” she asked, green eyes growing wide with excitement.

“Yep,” I replied promptly, popping my ‘p’. How does she know who I am? I wondered.

“Could I please have a picture?”

“Seriously? Me?” I replied incredulously, confused as to why she would want a picture of me, of all people. She nodded vigorously, while I hesitated for a few short moments. “Oh, uh, sure.”

She positioned her phone, taking a photo of the pair of us. “I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart,” I noted. 

“It’s Ella,” she said, grinning uncontrollably. Ella seemed so nervous and worried, like I was some sort of famous celebrity that she would only dream of meeting. 

“That’s a very lovely name,” I smiled, “Do you have a Twitter? Do you want me to follow you?”

Her smile grew impossibly wide, and she nodded vigorously for the second time in the space of a few minutes. She gave me her Twitter, posed for a photo on my phone, and wandered off, grinning and gleeful.

‘@OlivePepper: Someone just asked me for a photo! Aah! Thank you so much @Ellie_1996. It was so lovely meeting you.’