Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 15

(A/N): Yo. Here’s chapter 15, y’all! I’m sorry that I omitted the smut, I’ll write some in the future, just not right now. I’m gonna be at a friends house tomorrow night so I won’t be posting, unfortunately. Sorry! Oh and I’m updating from my phone so if there’s anything wrong with the spelling/grammar, please let me know. My phone’s got the worst autocorrect ever. Sorry!! Love you guys xx

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I memorised it all. The way his hands linger around my hipbones. The way he places gentle kisses on my knuckle bones. The way his breath hitches when he’s close. Every last detail. He grabbed a lock of my hair, twirling the frizzy, dark brown mess around his index finger, placing light, feathery kisses on my nose, my cheek, my forehead. “I love you so much, Finn,” I murmured. Finally, I could say it out loud. I had pent up the 4-letter word for so long, it felt like I had become trapped. But that moment in the water, I felt as if I would say it now or never. His lips seemed so kissable, so tempting, I had to physically hold myself back.

“I love you more than I can say,” Finn replied, filling me with a joy that I couldn’t describe. A small grin tugged at my lips as I imagined growing old with the man that lay in front of me. I imagined our children, and how they’d have the same green, Bambi-like eyes as their father. I imagined our wedding day. I couldn’t see anybody else, just Finn. He was all that mattered to me. Nobody else. His finger traced stars on my collar bone, the other still twirling a lock of my hair on his left index finger. With a deep thoughtful look in his eyes, I could tell that he was thinking the same. Or so I hoped.

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The next day, Finn and I decided that we would spend the afternoon in the neighbouring village, whose name I forgot. It was a large place, with a lot of shops, namely selling fake designer labelled things. By lunchtime, my stomach was growling loudly, so we decided to grab something to eat in a café. Once Finn had gone to order, for some inexplicable reason, I felt the mood darken drastically. I looked around frantically, and my eyes settled on the jet black hair of a boy who I’d thankfully managed to escape for 3 months. Chris Hughes. I ducked my eyes, but he saw me. Initially, a look of shock waved over his eyes, but he quickly snapped out of it, rushing towards me. I leaped out of my chair, eyes cast down to the floor.

“Finny,” I hissed, grabbing his arm. “We need to go. Now.”

“Why?” he asked, confused as ever.

“Lil.” Too late. I turned around, greeted again by those piercing eyes and velvet lips that pulled me in for a whole year.

“Chris,” I said coldly, icy tension blanketing the air around us. I quickly wrapped my fingers around Finn’s to show that I didn’t need him any more. I had Finn. “I thought I told you not to call me that anymore.”

“Oh come on, Lil,” he chastised playfully. I was about to ask why he was in Thailand, and then I remembered that he had planned a trip with his buddies a long time ago. “Don’t be like that,” he pouted.

“Don’t tell me to do anything,” I snarled, feeling nothing but contempt for the annoyingly handsome man who stood in front of me. He had tanned, making his ice blue eyes all the more engaging. “Finn and I were just leaving-“

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Finn demanded, pushing me gently behind him.

“He’s nobody, Finn,” I interjected, trying to push past his unbelievably strong grip, but I couldn’t.

“Nobody?!” Chris cried, eyes widening. “So that whole year meant jackshit to you?”

“Uh-“

“Year? Who the fuck is this prick?” Finn exclaimed, clearly frazzled that he had no part in this conversation. “Olive, tell me!”

I sighed, “He’s a total asshole that I spent, or wasted, rather, a year on.”

“You know what, Lil? Fuck you! We were happy together!” Chris interjected. Our small row was beginning to attract unwanted attention.

“Don’t you dare talk to my girlfriend like that,” Finn sneered, an angry snarl that seemed ring a bell in my head, although I couldn’t figure out why.

“Girlfriend?” Chris choked out. “I knew you’d replace me. You were always a Class A slut. Nothing changes, huh?”

That’s all he managed to say before Finn knocked the living daylights out of him. It wasn’t like Chris was well versed in peaceful confrontation, so he lashed out, an I realised that he hasn’t changed one bit. Me, on the other hand, I had grown. Become an adult. Chris jabbed Finn in the stomach so hard that he toppled over in pain. I couldn’t bear to see him like that, so I stood between the pair. I felt a white hot sting cross my cheek. I responded quickly, kicking Chris in the crotch. I couldn’t help but smile. He deserved everything he got.

“Fuck you, Christopher Hughes,” I spat, helping Finn up. I felt so guilty: Finn was in pain, all because of me. I rested his arm over my shoulder and grabbed his stuff, disregarding the food that we had ordered. I suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore. I hobbled out of the store, dozens of pairs of eyes on us at once as the Thai locals took in every bit of information. Some were judgmental, rolling their eyes at our dramas, while others egged either side on. “I’m so sorry, baby,” I murmured. “What you did was brave.”

He grinned lazily, “Anything for my Olive.”

“Do you want me to drive?” I asked, leaping into the Jeep’s driver seat without his response. “We can get you some ice when we get there, baby.”

The engine began, and Finn noticed my quickly reddening, yet painless cheek. “Did he hit you?” he asked cautiously, sounding almost lethally angry.

“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, slamming my foot on the accelerator before Finn could stop me.

“Stop the car, Olive Pepper. I mean it,” he commanded. It was scary to see him like this, but I kept driving.

“I’m fine. Really. It doesn’t hurt,” I said meekly and unconvincingly.

“I’m going to kill him when I get my hands on him,” he mumbled. His fists were clenched, muscles tensed through his tight-fitting shirt.

“Please stop, Finn. You’re scaring me,” I replied, fear flooding my veins.

“That asshole had the nerve to slap you, and you’re not angry?”

“I think you’ve been angry enough for the both of us, Finny,” I countered. I remembered Chris’s words about me being a slut, and apparently, so did Finn.

“What did he mean ‘Class A slut’?” he asked. Right at that moment, we turned the corner to the cabins, and I sighed in relief. I certainly didn’t want to provoke him further, so I pretended that I didn’t hear him.

“Look! We’re here,” I said, parking the car swiftly, grabbing my bag before he could say another word. I bounded up the steps to our cabin. Finn grabbed my arm, turning me around before I’d even reached the door.

“Liv, tell me.”