Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 10

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“Olive, will you be my girlfriend?” 

The words reverberated in my ears, bouncing off of every crevice and corner. I could tell by the way his eyes widened slightly that he didn’t mean to blurt those words out. It was an accident. A heat of the moment thing. It might’ve been really premature, but I realised that I couldn’t give a shit. I wanted to be called Finn’s, to wake up in his arms and not have to worry that he might think me strange for some reason. 

“I’d really love that, Finn,” I murmured, cupping my hands around his cheeks, finger grazing softly over the prominent bruise that was still obvious after nearly a month. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. 

We both sat on the counter, foreheads leaning against each other, our fingers intertwined, grins on our lips, before a beeping noise came from the oven. 

“Shit,” Finn muttered, leaping down from our perch, fanning at the smoking oven desperately. He opened the oven door, and pulled out a burnt, lasagne looking…thing.

Lasagne was my all time favourite meal, but it didn’t bother me that we wouldn’t get to eat it. Not one bit. Instead, I was touched that he had gone to all that effort in the first place.   

“It’s okay, babe,” I said, grabbing a tea towel, scooping the tray out of his hands and placing the stuff on the bench. “I wasn’t hungry anyway.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek against his chest. “But thank you.” 

His hand found the small of my back as he tilted my chin up with the other. He held a small grin on his lips, “I wasn’t hungry either.” 

Our lips met, my legs wrapping around his waist just like they did in the movies. With our lips still locked, he carried my down the carpeted halls, his fingers fumbling for the doorhandle that led to my bedroom. Within seconds, he had found the right door. Finn lay me on the double bed, leaning over me as he kissed the tender skin on my neck, drawing shallow breaths from my lips. His hands flitted over the length of my body, softly cupping my rear end. The thin material of my dress hadn’t ended up concealing much, after having ridden up to my belly button, exposing my lacy lavender underwear. Finn’s jeans didn’t conceal much either, and I could see the growing bulge through the denim material. 

“You’re so sexy, Liv,” he smirked; slowly unbuttoning his shirt, while his eyes never left my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down so he lay next to me. As soon as I had unlatched my hands from his neck, going straight to work on his ‘downstairs area’, as some called it, groans running from his mouth. “You’re such a tease-“

“Finn?!” Sam. 

We leaped apart, and I saw Sam’s shocked expression. Finn quickly zipped up his trousers. 

“What the hell are you doing in London?” I demanded, straightening out my dress, embarrassment rushing through my veins. I was planning to tell him about Finn and I some other way, but, unfortunately, it would just have to do. 

“I needed to come home early!” he countered, not delving into any explanation as to why he needed to come home early. “So this is a thing now, you two?” 

“I-I guess,” I stammered. 

“Just use protection!” he giggled, suddenly and inexplicably changing moods. He left moments later, but pointedly left the door slightly ajar, as if to say, ‘I’m home, so don’t you dare try anything funny.’ 

We both got his not-so-subtle hints fairly quickly. “I think I should go home now,” Finn mumbled dejectedly.

“There’s other things beside sex, Finny,” I smiled, pulling a large jersey over my head, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. At least telling Sam is over, I thought. 1 down, thousands to go. I considered whether we’d tell Finn’s fans. Was it too early? Only time would tell whether we’d be a good enough match. I jumped on the bed and patted the space beside me. He seemed a little upset that he didn’t get his way, but nevertheless, he tucked himself under my sheets beside me. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you mad at me?” I pouted. What I had said reminded me of those awful, lovey-dovey couples who practically licked each other’s faces in public, and I shuddered slightly. I was not about to become one of them.

“Of course not,” he smiled softly, running his finger along my cheekbone. His phone rang beside me, and I grabbed it, passing it to Finn immediately. 

Finn’s POV:

If it hadn’t been for Sam ‘Cockblock’ Pepper, I could’ve had my way with her, I thought inwardly as I answered the phone. 

“Hello-“ 

I barely got in a word before Jack screeched down my ear, “You finally did it!” he cried. “Well, not really, but you just about to.” 

Don’t remind me. “You’re such a loser,” I replied, grinning nonetheless. Ollie furrowed her eyebrows in an inquisitive manner, eyes growing wide with confusion. She looked so cute when she did that. Hell, she looked cute all the time. 

“You can’t blame a proud twin brother!” he laughed. “Besides, she is pretty hot, so-“ 

“Only I get to say that now,” I interrupted, smugness projecting through my voice, a triumphant smirk clear as day.

“So you guys are an item, then?”

“Yup!” I said, popping my p. Finally, I wanted to add. I had been yearning for her for so long, and now that it had happened, I could barely contain my immense joy. There’ll be another time for getting up to bedroom shenanigans, Finn, I reminded myself. For now, just enjoy spending time with the most beautiful girl in the world.