Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 34

(A/N): Hey guys. I was thinking about GML, and when it’ll end, which will probably be around the chapter 38-40 mark. I just wanted to let you know! I’m so sorry for the delay of this chapter!! I had so much on this week :’( here you go xx

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"You are unbelievable, Noah," I spat, angered by his incessant need to scare away everyone that I loved.

"Me? Liv, I’m just protecting you! Finn could be a total asshole for all you know!" he countered weakly, rushing a hand through his curly mop of hair that had grown far too long.

"Yeah, well I’ve grown up since moving, believe it or not. I can protect myself.”

He clenched his jaw, and I could tell that he was suppressing the ultimate urge to let his anger out entirely. To shout and scream. “But you don’t understand-“

"No, you don’t understand. I can make decisions, all on my own. Not you, not mum, not dad. You aren’t the boss of me, Noah Pepper. And you what makes you think you could be anyway? You’re only 5 minutes older than me, if that! You need to get over yourself.”

His jaw went slack for a moment, intense infuriation burning through his eyes. All he had done, his whole life, was look after me. He couldn’t do that anymore. “You don’t even know what I’ve had to do for you!”

“But you didn’t need to, Noah.” I stated firmly. “And you still don’t.”

His shoulders heaved, and we stood for a few moments, eyeing each other, watching who would make the next move. Neither of us said a word. “I’m going for a walk.”

Seeing as it was only 6 o’clock mid-summer, I stomped out the door without a coat or a phone. Slamming the door behind me, I knew that wasn’t the end of our arguing. It would consume my holiday needlessly. All I needed was him to be supportive, for once. A warm breeze and a peach coloured sunset greeted me. I slowed down to a stroll to appreciate what I hadn’t seen in months. 6, to be exact. There weren’t too many houses down my street: just miles of forest and a hint of the beach. The gravel crunched under my bare feet. It took me about 5 minutes before I got there. I don’t know how long I sat on the sand, watching the way that the waves would retract every few moments, or the golden sunlight, shooting lines of peach coloured drizzle across the ever-darkening sky. I sat there, in a thoughtless bubble.

“It’s nice, right?”

Finn appeared at my side, carrying a blanket as the temperature slowly declined. I hadn’t realised how cold I was. I didn’t reply – simply nuzzling into the warmth that he had to offer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked lightly. “Because if you want me to go, I’ll go. I’d do anything for you, Liv. Even if it means leaving to make you happy.”

Suddenly and unexpectedly, I burst into uncontrollable sobs, tears streaming down my weary cheeks. I hated Noah for making me choose. I hated that he couldn’t trust me. But most of all, I hated that he didn’t like Finn. I had tried so hard – more than with any other boyfriend I had ever had. But in saying that, Finn wasn’t like any other boyfriend. He was the love of my life.

“Finny, that’s the last thing I would want you to do. I just hate that Noah has to be so overprotective all the bloody time,” I mumbled quietly, having had a few minutes to calm down a little. I was still hiccupping.

“He’ll get over it, Olive. I promise you. I mean, I’m like that with Emmy.”

“Yes, but the difference is 7 years, not minutes,” I said, frustration dripping from each word as I said it. The peach sunset had disappeared, leaving only an inky sky, dotted with twinkling stars. It had only occurred to me how much I missed being able to see them whenever I pleased. No stars were ever this bright in London. “It’s OK for you to be protective of her. She’s 12. I’m 19.”

“Just give him time, Liv.”

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Give him time I did, but he didn’t change one bit. He would still make snappy comments at Finn constantly, making sure that I felt bad about our relationship. He stood between us constantly as a way of communicating that he didn’t want to see us touching at all. Needless to say, I was sick and tired of it. It was Christmas eve, and since Noah had forced Finn to take the guest room, I was in my old bedroom, alone. The cream coloured wallpaper had been tacked with years and years of past obsessions: N-SYNC, The Backstreet Boys, Westlife. The list was endless. Now, it was shamelessly bare. Ripped of its contents like it had never even been there in the first place. Even the carpet had been rid of the countless nail polish stains and crushed in chips. The curtains were the worst though: it wasn’t even the same pattern anymore. There were no signs of life in that plain, boring room that once held so much of it. The thought depressed me greatly. My parents had quickly moved on from me, and readily so.

Knock, knock

The sound startled me, but I got out of my bed and opened the door. It was Finn. I greeted him with a desperate hug. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered quietly.

“Baby, I saw you about 2 hours ago,” he replied lightly, brushing my cheek as he closed the door behind us.

“I know, but…” I trailed off, unable to explain my sudden sadness.

We had to squish on my single bed, which was fine with me. He was always so handsome up close – everything was enhanced, his eyes, his giant grin. I could smell the toothpaste on his breath. “Merry Christmas, Ollie. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I grinned, feeling better and better by the second.

“I got you an early present. One that I don’t want anybody else to see,” he said softly.

“Finny, I told you: Nothing expensive.”

He pulled out a jewellery box of his pyjama bottoms, and already I knew that he hadn’t taken heed of my rule. But when he opened it, I forgot all about it. Lying in the Tiffany satin cushion was a simple silver key with a heart keyhole. Tears welled in my eyes, it was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen, however simple it was. “Oh, Finn,” I sighed softly. “It’s gorgeous.”

I sat up eagerly, pulling my hair up. He grinned, pulling the chain around my neck and fastening it. He kissed me lightly. “But that’s not all.”

“What else could you possibly get me, Finn?” I asked teasingly.

In response, he pulled his shirt off.

“Oh my god,” I inhaled sharply. It wasn’t the sight of his half naked body, rather, it was…