Travel (A Jack and Finn Harries Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-One

I don't know how I feel about this chapter, exactly. The video is of the song playing when Jack and Ash have their dance, so don't play it until he actually asks her in the story, okay? :) It's longer than usual and I hope that's okay. I'm just really nervous about it because I spent so much time on it, I guess. It'd mean the world if you left a comment and told me your opinion. Thank you so much!

         I lean against the wall in Finn’s bedroom while he stands tall in front of a mirror, messing with his hair and buttoning up his shirt. His room is pretty bland, but it’s still charming. His walls are white with personal photos and photography portraits hung on the walls. Finn’s bed sheets are the patter of the British flag, which was especially cute when he showed them off to me.

            I walk over in front of the mirror, nudging Finn a little over to the side so I can see myself. He grins at me and continues to try and tuck his shirt in. I’m wearing a tight fitting red dress, with thin spaghetti straps over my shoulders. The dress is rather short and it holds my boobs up and in place nicely, which I wasn’t sure about since his Mom is going to be there. But this is one of my favorite dresses, and I haven’t worn it in a while.

            I curled my hair just enough to make it bouncy and wavy, which is what I typically do. I’m wearing a gold necklace that displays a small, circular ruby against my chest. It matches the color of my dress perfectly.

            “Should I tuck my shirt in?” Finn huffs in frustration.

            I look him over, wondering if he planned to match with me on purpose. He’s wearing long, khaki pants with a black button up and a red band dangling from his wrist. Finn stares at me with a stern glare, waiting for my opinion.

            “Untucked,” I tell him as I lean against his body and play with his shirt, “And unbutton some of these top buttons. Show some chest.”

            Finn smirks as he untucks his shirt and I start to undo his buttons. The more I unbutton the more I can see his broad, smooth chest. I have to force myself to stop at the few top buttons. His eyes scan me over with a dazed, admiring look.

            “You’re stunning, babe,” his words create an arousing tickle in my body and I have to look away as I blush.

            The faint sound of a buzz makes both of our heads snap towards the door. Finn’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, probably wondering the same thing I am. Who could be at the door? We both make our way out of the bedroom and closer to the railing so we can look down on the first floor and see who it is.

            Jack is already turning the handle when we get there; opening the door to a woman I’ve never seen before. She has long, dirty blonde hair that’s pulled back into a neat ponytail. She has big eyes that I can tell are beautiful from the second floor.

            “Ella!” Jack exclaims, pulling her into a tight hug that lasts a little too long.

            She covers his rose colored cheekbones and pecks his lips with a quick kiss. My eyes sharpen and I cross my arms, completely baffled. Finn cocks his head to the side but doesn’t seem too confused.

            “Oh, Jack, I missed you! How was California?” her British accent is too freaking perfect and I want to roll my eyes.

            “It was beautiful. I missed you too, of course. Come in!”

            “I heard Finny picked up an American girlfriend while he was there?” she says with a smile, still focused on Jack.