Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 35

(A/N): Hey guuuuys! How are you? Here’s chapter 35! Most of you guessed it haha so nice work! anyway, enjoy xx

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Etched exactly where his heart should be, was a small tattooed lock, just big enough to fit the key that he’d given me. Permitted, it may have been a little bit cheesy, but isn’t that what the essence of romance is?

"Oh, Finn," I repeated for the second time that night.

"Do you like it?" he asked nervously, vivid green eyes stuck on mine.

"Of course I do," I sighed softly. "It’s the most amazing thing any guy has ever done for me. I love you so much."

He grinned, a sigh escaping his lips. I forgot completely about the bare room. I forgot completely about Noah, about my parents, about everything. Nothing was more important to me than Finn Harries. “You’re absolutely worth it.”

Nothing could be more perfect than the specimen that lay right next to me. Not only was he handsome, intelligent and funny, he was romantic. I couldn’t imagine waking up next to any other man. “Let’s go on a trip. I don’t want to be here any longer, Finny.”

"Why? Your family’s lovely," Finn said softly as I ran my fingers along the gently raised jade coloured skin on his chest.

"Yeah, but Noah’s not. He’s ruining everything."

He tucked a small strand of hair behind my hair, smiling lightly as he did so. “I’ll do anything you want, Ollie. Your wish is my command.”

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Noah cleared his throat at my side, an air of awkwardness settling in almost immediately. Everything had shifted in our relationship - I had nothing to say to him anymore. He might as well have been a stranger.

“Liv?” he said.

I looked up, smiling politely. Recently, that was all we really did – smile awkwardly like we hadn’t spent our entire lives joint at the hip. But I wasn’t going to apologise. I’d had enough of saying sorry.

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled quietly. I could tell that he wanted to say something else.  Maybe, God forbid, he was going to apologise. But that’s silly, isn’t it? Noah apologising? Never once in my life had he ever said sorry, and I sure as hell knew that he wasn’t going to start now.

“You too, I guess,” I replied dejectedly. Maybe it was just always going to be like this, whether I was with Finn or not.

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Christmas Day passed in a surreal blur, consisting mostly of heavenly food and presents. I got some (much needed) cash from Noah and my parents. From Finn, I got a pair of heels that I had been saving up for for weeks, if not months. It made my present look puny and unimportant, but he seemed to like it. I got him a jet-black record player, along with a few of his favourite records. For the last week of our holiday, we had decided to visit a holiday town called Taupō (pronounced Toe•Paw), and go straight back to London from there. Saying goodbye was unbearably easy. I didn’t shed a single tear, not one - and neither did anyone else. A simple hug and a monotonous ‘bye’, and I was off for another 6 months, maybe more. The week with Finn was pure, unadulterated bliss. We stayed in a small cabin, but that didn’t matter to me, as long as I was with him. The days passed in a brilliant haze, consisting of simple things: swimming, eating, basking in the sun. But occasionally, Finn would take me out to dinner, or take me for a drive that lasted up to hours at a time. We acted on a whim, and I loved it. Too soon, we had to go home, and again, I was subjected to flying home in the all too familiar death cage.

Fear raced through my veins, my nails gripping to Finn’s arm. I heard his soothing voice in my ear, saying that it was OK. Everything was OK. The plane wasn’t going to crash. I was going to be safe.  Strangely, I exhaled a shaky breath, placing a soft kiss on his lips, and everything was better. Not great, but better, and that’s all you can hope for.