Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 21

(A/N): Chaaaaapter 21. I'm actually so tired but it's FINALLY Friday so I get to sleep all day tomorrow. Anyway, enjooooooy xx

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“I’ll make you a deal, Finnegan,” I said, not messing around. Moving to a completely different city with a boy that I’d met barely 4 months ago wasn’t something to joke about. He nodded, gesturing for me to continue. “I’ll move in with you if, and only if, you spend Christmas with me and my family. Provided I can get a job here, of course.”

An unmistakably triumphant grin spread across his lips, his fingers curling through mine again. “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy,” he murmured into my ear, sending slight tingles rushing up and down my back. I smiled lightly.

“And I, you,” I reciprocated lovingly.

After a dinner at an amazing restaurant not far from where Emmy was being looked after, we picked her up. She looked dead to the world, eyes half-closed, so I let her fall asleep on my back. I don’t know how she did it, but I remembered being able to fall asleep anywhere as a child. As soon as Finn had picked up a few things from his flat, we were off back to London. The train ride was about 2 hours long, and I tried to remember the scenery that laid out the distance between London and Leeds. Empty paddocks, dotted with the occasional farm animal whizzed past, and every so often, we’d zoom past a tiny settlement, not much bigger than a small suburb in London. Maybe I should’ve thought about this more, I wondered, a big sigh escaping my lips. Both Emmy and Finn had passed out, light, identical snores sounding from the back of their throats. He looked more childlike this way, his guard dropped in a way that only unconsciousness could do. I knew I had made the right decision, but I was still a little apprehensive about it, just like any normal 19-year-old, moving to a completely different city with a boy she hardly knew. I plugged my headphones in, watching Finn’s eyes flutter every so often as Emmy rested on his chest. It was a short train ride, only 2 and a half hours, and just before we got to London, Finn woke up. He rushed a hand through his hair, eyes still half-closed.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I grinned. Hours later, I was in Finn’s bed, after having woken up from an amazing dream. It was our wedding day. It was eerily crystal clear, and I could almost feel the cool gold ring being slipped on to my finger, Finn’s lips press against mine. It was a church wedding, but no one else was there. Just Finn and I. Soft piano played in the background as he lifted me, bridal style, out to the car, where we rode into the sunset. Awfully cliché, I know, but a girl can dream. Finn was wide awake, eyes glued to his laptop. He always looked so incredibly handsome with his glasses propped up on his nose, his eyes in a Bambi-like state. “I had the weirdest dream,” I stated idly. Would he think I’m too needy if I told him about my dream?

“What about, baby?” he asked, pushing his computer aside so he could face me.

“I-I dreamed that we, uh… Got married,” I stuttered.

He grinned lightly, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly in the way that I loved so much. “That must’ve been an amazing dream.”

“It was,” I admitted.

“Do you think we will ever get married?” he asked, unaware that I’d had this conversation with his little sister not 10 hours ago.

“I think so,” I said, brushing my thumb gently along his cheekbone, feeling the heat that emanated from his face. “Do you?”

“Olive Pepper,” he exclaimed, suddenly leaping out of bed unexpectedly, taking my hands in his. “I love you. More than I could put into words, and I’ve never felt this way about anybody in my entire life. Let’s get married.”

Finn’s POV:

“Let’s get married.”

I didn’t even know where it came from. It burst from my lips without any permission, forming a slightly heavy air around us. I wished she would say something, instead of just gaping her mouth at me like that. I could tell exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking that we were too young for that kind of commitment, but at the same time, she was warming to the idea. Slipping her grandmother’s engagement ring off of her right ring finger, I grinned warmly. I guess there’s no going back now, I thought.

“Olive, please say something,” I murmured.

“Okay. I mean, yes. I’ll marry you. Well, not now, in the future, obviously,” she babbled, laughing nervously. “Where would we get a priest at this hour? I think they’ll all be asleep with the nuns and such. Well, notwith the nuns-“

“You will?” I asked softly, unable to help the almighty grin that spread across my face. I pushed the ring onto her finger, placing a passionate kiss on her lips. “I’ll get you a real ring soon, baby. Oh, I love you, Ollie.”

“I love you, too Finn,” she said. “Now I know we’re going to get married.”

I could see in her eyes that she was sure about this. She was happy, and that made me happy.