Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 31

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Jack’s POV:

Going to the movies with Olive was, in a few words: the most fun with a girl I’d had in a long time. Without getting naked, of course. We saw some crappy kids movie, with an end so expectable that I guessed it within the first 3 minutes. We weren’t really paying attention though, instead, we were just throwing popcorn at each other. Her mood seemed to brighten, right up until a few particularly hateful fans came up to us once the movie was over. As soon as the teenage girls saw me, they went all gooey eyed, but it was the opposite for Liv. She was generally well received, probably because she was so lovely to everyone, but these particular girls were the exception to the rule.

Every few seconds, they would look over to Liv and shake their head in disgust, completely ridding the awe inspired looks on their faces when they trained their eyes on me. One even had the courage to look at her, and mutter ‘Bitch’ under her breath, before sashaying off with the rest of the small group. I shot the lot of them a disapproving stare, but they didn’t seem to mind. I knew Finn would go berserk if he was here, he was like that. None of his ex-girlfriends made him so protective.

“They’re just jealous,” I said softly.

She seemed to be in another world, muttering to herself under her breath, “I should… They don’t even like me.” Half of it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. “Catch a flight… Home.”

My eyes widened. She couldn’t leave. Not now that Finn had finally found true love. “I’m not going to let you go home, Olive. Not over some trashy teenage girls who don’t even know you,” I said firmly.

“I-it’s not just that,” she said quietly. “Finn’s going way too fast and it’s really scary-“

She stopped in her tracks, realising that she had probably said too much. In her opinion, anyway. I rested an arm over her shoulder and spoke in my most caring and nurturing voice, the one I used whenever Emmy had hurt herself by accident. “Tell him how you feel, Liv. It’s not going to help if you keep it bottled up.”

She said nothing, looking down at her feet as a way of response. “How about you stay at mine tonight?” I suggested. “You can call Finn if you’d like.”

Liv nodded gently, not letting me let go of her. I don’t think I had ever seen that side to her before. She was usually so confident: a warm presence in the room that you could not replace once she was gone. Everyone loved her. Now, she was vulnerable, like a little girl on her first ever day of school. She had easily grown to be one of my very good friends.

With my arm still rested over her shoulder, I guided her to the train station in the ever present chill, wordless and soundless. Once we had settled on the train, I felt my phone buzz.

From: Finn

Get home now!!! We need to talk!

I thought about texting back to tell him that we were about 5 seconds away, but I decided not to. He would see us soon enough. I didn’t allow myself to wonder what it was that was so urgent. That would only cause worry, and worry would only cause panic. Finn had decided to not go back to Leeds, permanently. He had left, for good. All he had to do now was get his stuff and bring it back. I knew Olive was going to be angry, I mean, who wouldn’t be? He promised her that he would stay until the end of the year, and he broke that promise. The train ride passed quicker than most, a comfortable silence following us down the dark tunnel of the London Underground. When we got out, it was pouring with rain, the cold, wet kind that always manage to pool in the bottom of your shoes. Needless to say, Olive would’ve gotten drenched if it hadn’t have been for my oversized coat the I had the sense to bring. We sprinted to my house, our coat draped over us as we tried desperately not to get wet, with little success. In fits of laughter, we stumbled through the door. Suddenly, an almighty force: otherwise known as Extremely Angry Finn, shut us up. We both knew him well enough to guess that now wasn’t the time for joking. In his arm he held his iPhone, which looked as if it was about to crack with the force Finn placed upon it by gripping it so tightly. His eyes were a stormy grey, much different from their usual vivid green. He looked a little like he had been crying.

“H-hey, Finny,” Liv stuttered.

He ignored her, going straight for me. “You fucking prick,” he snapped angrily. No, angrily wasn’t the right word. Angrily meant that he looked like he could calm down given a bar of chocolate and 5 minutes alone. Finn didn’t look like he could calm down given a bar of chocolate and 5 minutes alone. Alarm and confusion coursed through me. Only a handful of times had I seen him this angry, one not so long ago. “What kind of fucking brother are you?”

“Wait, what? Finn, I’m confused,” I said.

In reply, Finn shoved his phone furiously in my face, grazing my nose, but I didn’t say anything. I knew when to pick my battles with Finn.

It was a photo a fan must have taken, depicting us right after that group of bitchy girls had left Ollie in a state. Our faces were too close for it to look anything near just friendly. Liv was gazing into my eyes like a love struck teenager, and I was doing the same.

“Okay, it looks bad, but it’s not-“

“What I think?!” Finn yelled suddenly, making both of us flinch a little. “It’s never ‘what I think’, is it?”

“Finny, please-“

He spun on his heel, addressing his girlfriend for the first time since we got home. “You, I trusted you! And you stabbed me right in the back! All this talk about how I’m ‘so protective’, no wonder why!” he interrupted her, moving so close to her face that I could see real terror flashing in her eyes.

He balled his fists, not letting them leave his sides and I could tell that he was restraining himself. “Finn.” I interrupted, commanding his attention for a few quick, fleeting moments. “I was comforting her. She thinks you’re moving too fast and she was freaking out. That’s it. Honestly.”

He looked at me, and then at Olive. His misguided anger was solely fading, dissipating into nothingness, just where it belonged. “Pinky swear?” he asked her, sticking out his pinky and wrapping it around hers as she smiled a little.

“Pinky swear.”

Watching an outbreaking fight turn into a soppy, boyfriend-girlfriend moment so quickly made me jealous. Not jealous of Finn, just jealous of what they had: true, undivided love that was only found on the cinema screens.