Harries [A Finn Harries Fan Fiction]

P A R T S I X

Author's Note:

Omg guys, I am actually so embarrassed! I haven't uploaded in way too long, I feel so bad!! This is something I drafted a while ago, therefor it's kinda short. I will get straight onto writing chapter 7 now. Thanks for being so patient :))))

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Finn's P.O.V:

Leah. Leeeaaaarrrr. Lear-bear. Lu-lu. Mrs Harries. Mrs Gilinsky-Harries. To be honest, I can't stop thinking about her. Her eyes, her hair, her lips, her eyes. Did I say that already? Eh, I really just need to chill. I know barely anything about her. Her name is Leah. That is basically it. I don't have a number, address, email, age, nothing. But I have never thought about someone so much, ever. Ever, ever, ever. This must be special. She must be special. Maybe i'll do a little Facebook search. That's not creepy, is it? I unplug my phone from the charging port and open Facebook. Once the search bar pops up, i search "Leah Gilinsky" and you'll never guess what... she wasn't there. My stomach dropped. I could never see her again. What if I don't get chosen for Harvard? What if she doesn't? What if she moves? What if I move? Ugh. I throw my phone against the solid concrete wall of my studio apartment and curl myself up into a ball and close my eyes. There will be others. I will find a nice girl who is as interested in me as I am in her. I need to move on.

Leah's P.O.V:

Today I got an email from Harvard. I have been sitting in bed, staring at my inbox for a good 25 minutes. This email is make or break. If I get in, I am one step closer to being a nurse, my dream career. I cross my fingers and click the email.

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11/01/16

Harvard University Inc.

Miss Leah Gilinsky.

Miss Gilinsky, Thank you for showing an interest in Harvard University. We get thousands of applicants visit and apply every year, and it is an extremely tough task choosing the best students who will succeed at our school. Keeping this in mind, we regret to inform you that unfortunately your application was unsuccessful. You have however been placed on our waiting list, and if any places open, you will be contacted. We apologize, but are sure you have the skills to become a success.

Kind Regards,

Lacy and Marcus Grodd

Harvard University, Boston, United States of America.

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I can't believe what I just read. I was nervous, anxious, shaken, but I really did think deep down that I had what it took. I start to cry. I just sit in the middle of my apartment and cry. I have never felt so distraught. So sad. So angry. So disappointed. Harvard really was my dream, and to have it all come crashing down in the click of a mouse, it stings. I get up and head to my bathroom as I am interrupted by the jingle of my phone ringing. The bright screen reads "unknown number." Who the fuck is calling me now? I answer aggressively, ready to yell at who ever is calling. "What do you want?" I say, feeling a bit bad that I am taking my anger out. "Um, Is this uh Leahhh?" The voice says from the other line, sounding nervous. "Yes?" I reply, "Who is this?" I wait for a reply. "Uh, this is Finn." Finn. Shit.