Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 18

(A/N): Hey guys! Updating from my phone today because my silly computer has practically shat itself. Anyway, enjoy :D xx

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As soon as I saw him, I froze. What the hell was he doing here? It seemed that I’d forgotten the butterflies that roared in my stomach every time I saw his lips twitch into a slight smile, or how bright his sea green eyes were. They were flooded with guilt, guilt that I had caused. It hurt me to see him like that. I snapped my head away, in hopes that he wouldn’t see me. But it was too late. He was standing up, making his way over to Emma and I. I saw Jack and Sam, and it immediately dawned on me that this whole thing was a set up.

“You bloody tricked me!” I hissed at Emma, furious, but at the same time, a little grateful, because, quite frankly, I didn’t have the balls to approach him without a little help.

“You weren’t going to go talk to him, were you?” she replied, remaining calm despite my small outburst. “Liv, I know you. And I know him. You two are far better together than apart.”

I didn’t reply because I knew, deep down, that she was right, although I wasn’t too keen on admitting it. For the second time that night, Emma had scooped me out of my protective shell, and I was surprisingly thankful. But that didn’t prepare me for even looking at Finn, let alone speaking to him. If I knew Emma like I thought I did, she wouldn’t let me leave until I had at least said a few words to him. She excused herself to go to the bathroom just as I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I saw someone that looked incredibly familiar. It wasn’t Finn, but a man with a muscular, surfer-type body, piercing blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. His tanned features pulled into a smirk. I couldn’t quite place my finger on where I had seen him before.

“Remember me?” he asked sleazily, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Uh, n-no,” I stammered. Suddenly, the image of the exact same boy was conjured in my head, the scene much like now. He had his arm around me, but he quickly scurried off, although I didn’t know why.

“Really?” he purred, stirring something down my south. I couldn’t help it. “So you still won’t remember me when I do this?”

Right at that second, he pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was rough, hungry, full of lust, the complete opposite of Finn’s. I pulled apart from him, and I felt my heart sink when I saw an enraged Finn charging towards us, furious beyond help. Just my luck. I pushed the attractive stranger away from me. Guilt and fear washed through me. Finn had gotten enough trouble over me, and I didn’t want anymore.

“You need to leave,” I urged, sounding a lot more confident than I truly was. Before he took heed of my warning, Finn bowled into our situation, Sam and Jack trailing close behind, trying their best to hold him back.

“That’s my fucking girlfriend you’ve got your hands all over!” he spat.

“Finn, please-“

“Oh, it’s you again,” he said disdainfully. Again?

“Hold on, what?” I asked, although no one seemed to care what I had to say. I had never felt so small and unheard in my life.

“Why don’t you get lost before I beat the shit out of you?” Finn countered the strangers words, frightening me half out of my wits. His usually calm demeanor was replaced with a scarily jealous one. Envious Finn didn’t care what I said. Envious Finn wasn’t the man that I so deeply loved.

“I’d like to see you try,” the stranger bravely said. I had had enough, so I stood between the violent pair.

“Enough!” I cried. “You,” I spat, turning to the blonde shaggy haired man. “Leave. Now.”

He didn’t stick around long. “And you,” I hissed, turning to face Finn. “You haven’t changed one bit, have you? That’s almost 2 people that you’ve started a fight with because of me-“

“3,” Jack interjected. “He had a fight with blondie a few months ago.”

“Are you joking?” I demanded, anger growing inside of me. “I’m not your fucking property, in case you haven’t noticed, Finn! And I’m pretty sure when you decided to call me a lying slag, we ended,” I growled.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I never called you that!” he said desperately. Something inside of me snapped. The anger that I had so stealthily swept under the mat exploded in my face, creating an almighty mess in its destructive wake.

“You fucking thought it, didn’t you? I’m so sick of the way you think you’re so fucking superior to me,” I spat, hissing my words with pure, unadulterated infuriation.

“No, I’m sorry, Olive,” he pleaded. “I didn’t mean it.”

“No, I’m sorry. Sorry I ever came here in the first place,” I retorted, “You’re a fucking joke, Finnegan. Don’t ever bother talking to me again.”

With that, I click-clacked out of the awful place, not bothering to tell Emma that I was leaving. Colour seemed to seep slowly out of the world, turning it all into a grey mush. Nothing stood out anymore. That was it. That was truly it. Finn and I were over. I felt a strong hand wrap around my arm stopping me from moving any further.

“I thought I told you-“

Finn placed a searing kiss on my lips, flooded with a passion I hadn’t felt in weeks. 2, to be exact. “We don’t need to talk,” he murmured.

“This doesn’t mean we’re back together,” I said softly, kissing him again all the same.

“Of course, baby,” he replied, grinning in a way that made me go weak at the knees. I didn’t want to be the girl who was defined by who she was dating, but I feared that it was just about to become that way.