Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 27

(A/N): Forgot to mention, I'll be posting a new harry styles fanfic soon, so keep your eye out for that! xx

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I shouldn’t have agreed to go that stupid place. It was sweaty and gross and full of greasy, gross men that held their gaze for too long. Not that Finn noticed, anyway. He was too busy being a ‘lad’ with Jack and their mates. I had never really seen this side to him before. I much preferred the sleepy, calm part of him. Somehow, he’d roped me into going, and all he needed to do that was plant a few feverish kisses on my lips. He knew it too, the cheeky bastard. “Baby,” Finn slurred, resting his head tiredly on my shoulder. Finn had been intoxicated before, but not like this. It often scared me when others were drunk beyond being able to control what was spouting out of their mouths.

"Mhm?" I replied, pushing him upright so he wouldn’t fall unconscious.

"Thank you so much for coming," he blabbed, unable to form a full sentence without stopping for a second to think it through.

"It’s okay, babe. But I think it’s time for you to come home, alright?" I suggested. He nodded idly, eyes nearly shut. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he would have one hell of a hangover when he woke up in the morning. "Just let me go to the bathroom quickly first."

I heard a large belch come from one of his friends, and I wondered how boys like that even managed to function on a day-to-day basis: cooking, cleaning, being generally polite.

Disgusted, I click-clacked my way to the toilets. The bathrooms were just as scummy, if not scummier than the rest of the place, so many coloured scribblings covering the walls that even the thickest paint couldn’t cover it. Bits of rubbish lay here and there, and suddenly, I didn’t need to go anymore. I just dabbed at my makeup resignedly for a few moments. I quickly left, resolving that I could wait til we got home to go to the toilet. Something caught my eye on the way out: two people locking lips on the dance floor, one brunette and one blonde. It took me a second to figure out why it had caught my attention in the first place. The brunette was Finn. My Finn. The very same that had made a promise never to leave me. A sinking feeling slammed into the pit of my stomach, but the anger was yet to come. I needed to leave, right that second, before I murdered the girl who was jamming her to tongue down MY boyfriend’s throat. Hot tears filling my eyes, flashes of my past appeared before me. I remembered Chris cheating on me several times, and I felt sick to my stomach. What hurt me more was that I thought Finnegan was different: mature, kind, loving. I was wrong.

I waved down a taxi and sniffed loudly before stepping in. I said Finn’s address and we were on our way, no questions asked, thank God. Contemplating my next move, I felt self-pity tear at the inner seams of my being, ripping away the carefully constructed structures. I would run, just as usual. Run away from my problems, because isn’t that what I did in the first place? Move from New Zealand to London? Where else was there left to go now? Emma couldn’t be more wrong, we were clearly better off apart.

Soon, I had arrived at the apartment, paid the taxi driver and began collecting my belongings, so flippantly strewn across the floor. There were no trains past 11:00pm and by that point, it was 2:34am. So, I decided that I would sleep on the couch and sneak away in the morning, leaving a note and no other explanation. Because I felt that he didn’t deserve one. The anger soon kicked in, and I felt the insane need to scream. At anyone. At anything, for that matter. But I didn’t, because I needed to get over it. Finn clearly didn’t love me as much as he told me. In fact, I was beginning to wonder whether he loved me at all.

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The next morning at some ungodly hour, I made myself a cup of tea and sighed heavily. Dreariness had set up camp in the pit of my stomach, for I knew that I couldn’t let Finn go so easily. It could take weeks, months, years to get over him, but I was determined to make it happen.

"Bye, Finn," I murmured quietly, resting the note on the counter.

"Wait, where are you going?"

I froze. “Finn," I said abruptly. "I left you a note."

"Where are you going?" he repeated forcefully. He looked like hell: big, black bags under his bloodshot eyes, and his usually take hair was all over the place. I desperately wanted to look after him, make sure that he was alright. But that was over now. We were over.

"Home," I stated simply, hidden anger beginning to reveal itself.

"Why?!" he demanded.

"Oh, I don’t know," I retorted sarcastically, anger building at the back of my throat like a balloon that’s about to pop. "Maybe it’s because you had your tongue stuck down some other girls throat? Did you ever think about that?"

His face went paper white for a few seconds. “No-“

"Goodbye, Finn," I interrupted curtly, hiking my bag further up my back as I heard the taxi beep outside of Finn’s house. He looked crestfallen, and for a moment, I actually felt sorry for him, but then I remembered him groping the blonde in a way that made me want to dry retch.

“No, Liv, you don’t understand-“

“I don’t understand?” I demanded, my voice growing to an angry shout. “No, I think it’s you who doesn’t understand. I’ve been stung too many times, and I am not about to watch it happen again.”

With that, I stomped away indignantly.