Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 4 - "This constant bickering has been going on all night"

His car was parked down a side street on the road the club was on, the outline barely visible in the dark.
He unlocked it before opening the passenger door for me. It was then that a thought hit me. I was here, about to get into the car of one of the most dangerous men in London. He's killed people, Fray. Almost killed. What if it's just a trick? What if he's going to take you to his house and finish what that man didn't get a chance to?
Don't be that girl, Fray, remember. So I got into the car, having to climb up as the range rover was so high. He shut the door before pacing round to get in to the drivers seat, the door slamming behind him. He started the car up and drove off, fast, before I even had a chance to put my seatbelt on. My body lurched forward, hands swinging in front of me landing on the dashboard.
"Shit, slow down Finn," I said, strapping my seatbelt in. He didn't reply. I looked over at him, his face was looking at the traffic, features coated with anger.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. I noticed his knuckles were bleeding. "Finn, you're hurt, your knuckles," I said, reaching my hand out and taking his. There were fresh open cuts, red blood slowly oozing out.
"I'm fine," he said, mono tonal, pulling his hand away and back to the wheel.
I sighed. "You don't even know where I live, you could be going in the complete wrong direction."
"Am I?" He said, a smirk raising his eyebrows.
"I don't know, I've only lived her for like, two weeks."
"Where do you live?"
I looked over at him, was I really about to tell a stranger my home address. "12a rose gate apartment complex, near Cambridge or something" he wasn't a stranger.
"I know where that is, should be there soon."
Silence filled the car. I fidgeted with my hands before trying to work out how to turn the radio on.
"How do you-"
"Here, let me do it," he said, before turning the radio on and twisting the volume dial. The music started, the fast beat reminding me of the club.
"So.. Where do you work?" Finn said. I could tell he was still angry, his hands white from the hold on the wheel.
"Do do that, you'll make the cuts worse" I said. He immediately softened his grip.
"Sorry."
"I work in a cafe, at the till, it's like a costa,"
"What's is called?" He asked, accelerating.
"Fusion, near where I live,"
"I'll check it out sometime"
"The coffee is amazing, and I would highly recommend the chocolate cake" my stomach was rumbling.
He chuckled, pressing harder on the pedal. I stared out the window, the blurred city lights whizzing past, my figure reflecting against the glass. The lights and my face almost merged together, making me look like I had red and white hair.
The song changed, and I recognised it, going to turn it up as soon as the beat started.
"I love this song," I said, humming along at the start. It was not long before I broke into the chorus, feeling Finn starting at me. I looked over at him, grinning, a smile on his face, still not looking at me though.
"Finnnnnn, look at me, fiinnnnnn" I said, trying to distracted. We were on a red light, it was fine.
He smirked, "why?"
"Because I'm beautiful"
"Is that so?" He said, driving forwards again.
"Yes, and you know it,"
"Don't speak for me, Fray" he said, his white teeth peeking out from his smile. I sniggered.
"We're almost at your place," he said, and not 5 minutes later he was pulling up outside my apartment block.
"Thank you, for everything" I said smiling, before pushing open the door and sliding down onto the ground, my feet unsteady. After regaining balance, I closed the door and walked to the entrance, my heels clacking on the pavement. I heard another noise behind me, footsteps.
I turned around, and sure enough, there was Finn, following me. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm coming with you."
"I'm not having a stranger come into my apartment,"
"Oh c'mon, I'm hardly a stranger now, and I'm not letting you go up there by yourself, you're drunk and you need tending to,"
"I'm not drunk, I'm partly drunk"
"And pedantic"
"This constant bickering has been going on all night"
"And it could stop right now if you just let me in" I sighed, thinking for a moment. Was Finn really that bad, he didn't look it. The original 'bad boy' picture crept into my head, tattoos, piercings, his friends had some tattoos, but I couldn't see any on him, and he didn't seem like such a bad guy. If Lara and Annie hadn't told you all those things, you would let him in, wouldn't you Lara? And so, I said, "c'mon then" and lead him to my apartment.
The only sound in the lift was the dodgy instrumental music, and the shuffling of my hand in my bag, searching for my key. I finally grasped it, and was ready to plug it into the keyhole when we approached my door. I hesitated before opening my door, hearing Finn close it behind him.
I chucked my bag onto the coffee table, slipping my heels off at once, loosing a couple of inches.
"Come here," I gestured for Finn to come to the sink. He walked over to me as I turned the tap on, running my fingers underneath the water to check the temperate. "Roll your sleeves up" I asked him, letting the water fill the basin. I took his hands in mine, washing them in the water, the blood seeping into it and turning it a tinted red colour. I studied his hands, noticing a black capital F, tattooed on the inside of his wrist. "So you do have a tattoo?" I blurted.
"Yeah, that was my first,"
"You have more?"
"Yes, but they're small," I nodded, bringing his hands out if the basin and placing them on the open tea towel.
"Stay here, I'll be right back," I said. I walked into the bluing room towards the half filled boxes. I rummaged through some of the stuff, before finding the small first aid kit, unzipping it and taking out an antiseptic wipe and a bandage.
As I walked back in, Finn was drying his hands with the tea towel, staring at various photos pinned on my notice board. He was staring directly at a photo of me and a man.
"That's him, my brother, Liam", I said, tearing open the wipe packet. He turned around, looking at it with horror. "Oh no, not the antiseptic wipe" he said, monotonously.
"Shut up and just give me your hand," I reached out and grabbed his hand, running the the wipe across his knuckles. He hissed. "So tough guy isn't actually that tough inside then, huh?" I said, whilst grabbing his other hand and doing the same. "You're like, a toastie,"
He snorted,"what?"
"You're like a toastie, hard on the outside and in breakable, soft and oozy on the inside" I unravelled the bandage, letting it fall to just above the floor.
"Isn't there another saying for that, like a toasted marshmallow or something?" He pointed out, watching me wrap the bandage around his knuckles.
"Yes but everybody says toasted marshmallow, you have to be different"
"Besides, the softness and ooziness of filling would depend on what you actually put in there, like, tomatoes wouldn't work," he argued.
"Look who's being pedantic now," I scoffed, finishing the bandage before repeating the process on his other hand. I looked up at him, now perched on the island. "You shouldn't have hit that man so much," I finally said. His face hardened, before he slid down from the island, still taller than me.
"He deserved it, he was going to take your virginity away from you, Fray,"
"What makes you think I'm a virgin? I said, arms crossing.
Finn shrugged, "just got this feeling"
He walked over to my freezer, opening it up and pulling out each drawer one by one, the rough plastic creating friction against the icy walls.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Ice,"
"Why?"
"You need it, your face is bruising," he turned around from his crouch on the floor.
"Bottom drawer,"
"Thanks" he said, before pulling out the ice bag and chucking it on the island top. I raised my hand to my face to feel the bruise, but it was squatted away before I had the chance, "don't touch it," he said, pulling cubes of ice away from the chunks and placing them in the tea towel. When he finished, he wrapped the outside the towel around the ice, effectively muffling the coldness. He picked it up, and brought his other hand around my face to cup the back of my head. "It might hurt, it looks sore," he said, his face very close to mine. He placed the tea towel gently on my cheek, me flinching away from the coldness and the impact.
"S'okay," he assured. The whole time I had been staring into Finns eyes, the mesmerising colour enchanting me, they were quite beautiful. "What you staring at?" He asked, smirking.
I looked away, "nothing."
After a few more minutes of silence he pulled the tea towel off of my face, setting it on the counter. I stepped away, walking into the bathroom to look at my face. There was a small bruise, but I was sure that I could cover it up, and the ice looked like it had stopped a small swelling.
"Thank you," I said, stopping as soon as I saw Finn with his back to me, on the phone.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jack, I saw her in the club." His shoulders blades were sticking out from his shirt, muscles tense.
"Where's Harry? What... Jack calm down, I'm sure she's fine, she probably just... Went home or something" he said, turning and noticing me. "Listen Jack, I've got to go, she'll be fine, I know she will," he said, before hanging up.
We were facing each other, a couple of paces us between us.
"You know, it's rude to eavesdrop,"
"Sorry," I said, embarrassed.
"I need to go,"
"Okay," I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.
"But we should, do this again sometime,"
"Do what? Get some guy to hit me so you can beat him up and we can tend to each other's wounds?"
"Sounds good to me," he chuckled.
"But seriously, I'd like to see you again,"
"Maybe," I looked away, towards my pin board.
He walked towards the door, saying, "tomorrow, be ready, 7.30, and if you have any questions, you know which number to call," before walking out my apartment and closing the door.
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by what he meant, and ran after him, but by the time I was at the door the lift had closed. I ran back into my apartment to my bedroom, where the window facing the car park was, and opened it, looking out. He was walking towards his car, phone to ear again.
"Don't worry Jack, I'm coming, she'll be fine," was what I could make out. Finn opened the car door and placed his phone in his pocket before getting in and starting the car. He looked up, and almost swore I made eye contact with him. I moved away, hoping he hadn't seen me though.
I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. What was this man doing to me? He brought out this other side of me, this sassy, confident dogmatist. No he doesn't, I told myself, that's just the alcohol.
I sighed, walking into the kitchen, craving something to eat. I noticed something on the counter, a piece of paper. And then I understood what Finn had said, for a phone number was written on the paper, with the message, 'Wear something nice'.

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