Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 17

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OLIVE’S OUTFIT

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Days passed, but it could’ve been years for all I cared. Life became a blur. Nothing special, nothing new. I grew too used to the sense of never ending despair. I grew too used to needing Finn’s warmth, Finn’s touch, Finn’s smile. I would remind myself that he was just a boy, nothing less, nothing more. But then I would remember the way he’d look at me as if there was nothing else. I would remember the way he would be content on doing anything, as long as it was with me. Sometimes I felt as if it were all a nightmare, a horrible dream that was just that. A dream. And then I would look around at the same flat, plastered with pictures of my adventures with the friends that I had garnered from my 3 and a half months. I found Finn’s watch under a pile of clothes. It even had the inscription of his name on the inside. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I burst into tears, sobs racking my body. How could he watch me leave, and say absolutely nothing? Didn’t he love me? Did he just say it to make me feel better? I plugged in my headphones, my iPhone blasting U.N.Iby Ed Sheeran.

I found your hairband on my bedroom floor,
The only evidence that you’d been here before
And I don’t get waves of missing you anymore,
They’re more like tsunami tides in my eyes.

I sat there for hours, just listening to the song on repeat.

So am I close to you anymore, if it’s over,
And there’s no chance that we’ll work it out
That’s why you and I ended over U N I

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One night, although I couldn’t tell you which one, Emma ripped the blankets off of me.

“Okay, I’ve had enough of mope-y Olive,” she stated firmly, determined to get me out of my foetal-like position on the bed that I had become increasingly more and more familiar with.

“Leave me alone,” I groaned, shielding my eyes from the light.

“You’ve been doing this for 2 weeks now,” she replied, yanking my arm, making me tumble out of bed with a loud thump. “We’re going out.”

I sighed, getting up on my feet. “If I come out, will you leave me alone after?”

“Pinky promise,” she said, sticking out her pinky and wrapping it around mine. “Now, what to wear.”

Almost 2 whole hours later, we were both showered, plastered with makeup, and wearing our nicest clothes. Emma looked beautiful, more radiant than ever. Her blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun at the top of her head, while a lick of eyeliner set off her blue-green eyes. She naturally towered over everyone anyway, so she didn’t need to wear any heels. I took the longest to make up, mostly because I hadn’t bothered to move over the past 2 weeks, apart from using the toilet, showering, going to work and eating, although I didn’t do much of that anyway.  When I looked in the mirror, I saw a completely different person. A person without bags under her eyes, or breakouts dotted all over her face. She looked clean, happy, and above all, free. My hair was dead straight as well, which was something I wasn’t so used to.

“Sam! We’re going out!” I cried into the hallway. No response. I ducked my head into his expansive room, but found the place oddly empty.

“He’s probably just at Louis’ house,” Emma suggested, although I got the sense that there was something more to it, but I brushed that feeling off with a simple shrug.

“Come on then,” I sighed, linking arms and grimacing, for I knew that there were long, laborious hours of being surrounded by sweaty strangers ahead of me. Emma refused to tell me where we were going, only that we were meeting a few people there. For the first time in days, 14, to be exact, I was laughing. Having fun. The concept seemed strange to me after having spent so long wallowing in my own pool of self-pity, but I liked it all the same. For a few freeing moments, I forgot all about Finn. Emma really did know how to make me happy. “Thanks, Em,” I said affectionately, resting my cheek against her shoulder as we walked through the slightly chilly streets of London.

Finn’s POV:

Nervous didn’t even begin to cover how I felt. I could see her, right in front of me, and she looked just as breathtakingly beautiful as before. Her legs were elongated by her blush coloured heels, setting off the tan in her legs. It took all I had to not pounce on her, right there and then. I knew immediately that we had been set up. Jack had been whining and moaning that we needed to reconcile, but I couldn’t do it. Not because I was afraid that I would lose the upper hand. No, I had long since gotten over that. I couldn’t do it because I knew she’d hate me. She walked out and I did absolutely nothing about it. The rest of the trip was just as how I felt: miserable. I didn’t want to leave the confines of my bedroom. But now, I could see her, right in front of me, happy as Larry. Olive looked like she hadn’t missed me, not one bit.

“I-I need to go,” I stammered to Sam.

“Nah, mate,” he replied swiftly. “You’re not leaving until you’ve at least talked to her. She was miserable without you, Finn.”

My heart ached slightly at the thought of all the pain that I caused her. Suddenly, she noticed me. Her already large brown eyes increased in size, despair flooding back to her all at once. I smiled weakly and stood up. You can do this, Finn, I reminded myself. Don’t let her slip through your fingers.