Everything Has Changed (A Finn and Jack Harries FanFic)

Chapter 9

After 15 minutes of silence, we finally arrived at our destination. 

"This is our stop" Finn said, turning to face me. I nodded without a word and followed him out of the train station. If he continued being an egotistical asshole, it was going to be a long day, I could tell. 

"So are you not going to speak to me now?" He asked quizzically, infamous smirk spreading across his face. 

"I don't really have anything to say if you're going to keep being stupid. You know it's wrong, he's your brother, do you have no conscience??" I replied, getting more annoyed by the second. I had tried to put Finn and whatever I felt for him out of my mind but he was making it so goddamn hard. 

"Look, whatever, I won't say anything else, promise." He said, crossing his heart. "Now lets just enjoy ourselves, okay? I don't want to spend the day arguing" He added, walking over to get our tickets from the booth. I sighed and shook my head, hoping that we would manage to get along without anything weird going on. But there was that constant, gnawing thought at the back of my mind that I was doing something terribly wrong, to someone who I loved more than anything. As Finn walked back with the tickets, I put on a smile, and shut up my over active conscience. 

"Here's the money for the ticket", I said, placing it in his hand. This was as far from a date as possible, therefore he was not allowed to pay for me. He looked down incredulously, as if I'd handed him a gun or a bag of cocaine.

"What?" I said, the disbelief on his face obvious. He handed the money back,

"Uh, no. I'm paying for you" He said

"No... you're not." I replied, handing it back. He put his arms up, so I couldn't place the money in his hand. And because he was almost a head taller than me, obviously I was not getting anywhere. Also, there was the fact that his shirt had ridden up, revealing his ridiculously chiseled body. Trying not to stare, I had another go at handing him the money, but he wasn't having it. 

"Hey! That's unfair!" I said, pouting. 

"Nuh uh, I'm paying and that's final." He replied, smirking. I attempted again to give it to him, this time, by trying to put it in his front pocket. He grabbed my hand, as it was still in his pocket and put on an expression of mock horror.

"Not here Lexi! What will people think?" He exclaimed, a little too loudly. By the time I caught his drift, I was sure I had turned a bright beetroot red. Taking the money back, I sighed and accepted the fact that he wasn't going to let me pay. 

"What should we do first then?" He asked

"Can we please get candy floss (cotton candy)? I've been craving it for god knows how long!" I replied, obviously speaking from my ever-hungry stomach instead of my brain. He laughed and nodded, pulling me along towards a stall which was selling it. 

After I had acquired my candy floss (which was roughly the size of my torso), we began to walk inside. Finn stopped abruptly in his tracks, looking straight ahead. I turned to look at him, his face had paled, and he was looking at a breathtaking redhead. At first I thought he was just staring because she was so beautiful, seriously though, even from a distance she looked like she had been created in a laboratory, almost too perfect. Looking into his green eyes, which had darkened considerably, I realised they had some sort of history. 

"Finn" I said, his face like stone, chiseled jaw clenched and fists at his side. "Finn" I repeated, touching his arm. He flinched, and turned to me, grabbing my hand roughly and leading me in a completely different direction.

"What was that about? Are you alright?" I asked, trying to make sense of the situation. He nodded his head, not bothering to reply properly. I stopped and pulled my hand away.

"Finn, what is going on? Who was that girl?" I asked, my tone relaying that I wasn't going to accept any bullshit. He turned to look at me, eyes softening as he sighed.

"It's nothing, really. She's just somebody that I used to know (BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF - sorry guys I had to, back to Finn). Anyway, just forget about it, I don't want it to ruin our day, okay?" I looked at him, wanting to push the subject further, but the look in his eyes told me to leave it. Something between the two had hurt him, and I wasn't going to force him to tell me if he didn't want to. Finally, I sighed and nodded, smiling.

"Well come on then, there's a haunted house that I'm dying to go to. Please don't tell me you're scared of them" He said, but I was already running towards the house in excitement. He caught up to me, chuckling

"I guess not then," Finn added, looking amused. As we entered the house, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and excitement I got from anything that startled me. For as long as I could remember, I had loved anything scary or related to horror. All of my friends, literally, all of them, could not fathom for the life of them anything frightening, so I had always experienced anything like this on my own. We walked through the house, grotesque creatures jumping out at the most random of times. I could've sworn I heard Finn shriek, but I wouldn't shame him for being a scaredy-cat. By the time we got out of the house, my heart was racing and I felt invincible (see what adrenaline does to you). 

"I don't think I've ever met a girl like you Alexandra" Finn said, smiling, those amazing jade eyes lighting up. 

"Is that a good thing?" I asked quizzically, wondering if he thought I was a freak because of my love for anything frightening.

"A very good thing," He replied, his smile widening to a grin, lighting up his whole face. 

Next, we saw a vintage style photobooth, which I had to go in. As I saw the developed photos, I imagined Finn and I in a proper relationship. How we would be with each other, if he would be anything like Jack, or something entirely different. Sighing, I put the photos away, and once again pushed the thoughts out of my mind. 

After that, we decided to go on one of the largest rollercoasters in England apparently, another ride that gave me a wonderful high. The ride was terrifying, making us go completely upside down at one point, during which I was positive that I was going to die. By the time Finn and I got off, and the adrenaline rush had worn off, we were tired and starving.

"Wow that was fun." Finn exclaimed, his hair windblown from the ride, and his cheeks rosy from the cold. Even so, he managed to look like he'd stepped out of an issue of Vogue. And my attraction only grew further. Grabbing my hand, he added "let's go find somewhere to eat". 

Finally, we found a quaint italian restaurant, which was a bit surprising considering it was in a theme park. After ordering, my mind went back to the redhead that Finn had seen earlier, and being the curious person I was, of course, I couldn't leave it alone.

"So... are you going to tell me who the redhead was?" I asked, looking up at Finn. He clenched his jaw, as his eyes went dark.

"I thought we weren't going to discuss it" He stated plainly, the irritation obvious in his voice.

"We don't have to, I was just asking" I replied, cheeks turning pink from embarassment. 

"There's no need to 'just ask' I told you I didn't want to talk about it, get it through your head." He said, the anger rising in his voice. 

"I was just wondering if you were okay, you don't have to be such a prick, gosh." I replied indignantly. I had never seen him break his cool exterior like this, and it kind of scared me. He frowned and looked away, drumming his fingers on the table and waiting for our food to come. After eating in silence for 15 minutes, he looked up at me, and I could see the guilt in his eyes.

"Look, Lexi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude, it's just... It's a bit of a sore subject and I'd appreciate it if we didn't talk about it." He said, looking down sheepishly. 

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have asked, I understand if you don't want to talk about it." I replied, giving him a small smile, somewhat glad that he wasn't still angry. 

"Good, I don't enjoy arguing with you" He replied, smiling. "Oh. And you have pasta sauce on your nose" He added, eyes lighting up with laughter. I rolled my eyes and cleaned it off, before throwing the napkin at him while he continued to chuckle at my irritated expression. His laugh was so infectious though, that before long I joined in too, continuing on like nothing had happened. 

And I began to fall for him, little by little. I could feel it coming, and it scared the shit out of me.