Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 7 - "I'm not the only one."

He stood up, the chair grinding on the wooden planks.
"Fray," he said, smiling.
"Finn, what happened to your eye?" I asked, reaching my hand out to touch his eye.
"Don't worry, it's nothing, I'm fine," he said, shooing my hand away.
"You're obviously not, what happened, did you-" I pushed, concerned.
"Fray, drop it, you don't want to know," he said, smile fading. He sighed, before coming round to pull out my chair for me. I sat down as he pushed it back in.
"Thank you," I said, placing my clutch on the table.
"You look beautiful," he said, after walking round to sit back down. I blushed, fuck, stop blushing Fray.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I replied.
"Well I couldn't just show up in t shirt and jeans, could I?"
I wouldn't mind, you would still look like an angel, I thought to myself.
"You think I look like an angel?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
Fuck, did I say that out loud?
"Yes you did, Fray," he was smirking now.
"Urgh, shut up." I said, rolling my eyes. "It's a great restaurant, by the way, but it looks awfully expensive,"
"Nothing I can't pay," he said, fiddling with his cutlery.
A man then came over to ask for our drinks, too which I ordered a diet coke, and Finn a sprite. The waiter then went off back inside the restaurant, I could tell he was eager to get away.
"No alcohol?" Finn asked.
"Not after last night, I got very drunk last night," I said, staring down at the menu.
He chuckled. The waiter then came back and gave us our drinks, his pace quickening by the second.
"So, Ella is Jack's friend?" I asked, starting a conversation.
Finn snorted. "Friend? Is that was she said?" He said, laughing.
"Yep, she told me she was a friend of Jack's,"
He sniggered, "Friend is an understatement, Fray. They've been together for over a year, and, he really loves her,"
"Oh, that's nice, I just thought because she said..." I took a sip of my drink.
"They like to keep their relationship quite secret, what with Jack and I's work. Ella lives in Australia, anyway, so they don't get to see each other that often, I guess it's safer for her." He explained.
"What do you mean safer?" I asked, putting my glass down.
"Nothing, what are you going to eat?" He said, quickly changing the subject. I narrowed my eyes at him, before looking back down at the menu.
"Carbonara, probably, it's my favourite," I said.
"Well I'm having a pizza," he said, just as the waiter came back to take our order.
"I'll have the spaghetti carbonara, please," I looked up at the waiter.
"Pepperoni pizza," he said.
We handed our menus back to the waiter after he had scribbled down our orders, and he then walked off.
"Why is everyone so afraid of you?" I blurted. Oh God, why did I say that.
Finn looked at me. "Because they envy my beauty," he said.
I grinned, "Seriously Finn, you're not actually that bad of a guy?"
"What do you mean actually?" He looked at me, eyebrows furrowing.
"Urgh, stop being so difficult, you know what I mean,"
"No I don't,"
"Don't start this again, Finn, we're not drunk, so we're not going to act like a bunch of 5 year olds,"
"So when we are drunk we are allowed act like a bunch of 5 year olds," he smirked.
"Agh! I give up!" I said, putting my head in my hands.
He chuckled, and then told me that the waiter was coming with out food. So I sat up, fixing my hair.
"Here we go, carbonara for the lady, and pizza for the man," he said.
I dug into my food, immediately closing my eyes.
"I'm guessing you're enjoying your food?" Finn said, slicing into his pizza. The rest of the meal was filled with cutlery scraping against our plates, and Finn asking me the odd question, 'whats your favourite colour?' 'Whats your favourite song?' It was actually quite funny.
By the time we had finished Finn had probably asked me every question in the book. The waiter came to collect our plates and Finn asked for a chocolate fudge cake to share.
"To share?" I said, after the waiter left. "I hope you know that at the speed that I eat the maximum you're going to get is a forkful," I sassed.
"Oh, really?" He replied.
The was a short moment of silence, in which I looked out to the river. The water was drifting along, creating slow waves.
"I know I've already said it, but you really do look beautiful tonight," he said. I looked back at him. His lips were pulled back into a small smile, crinkles forming by his eyes. The breeze was pulling out strands from his hair, flapping about on his forehead.
I'm not the only one who's beautiful.
"Thanks," I said. "I put an effort in, usually when I'm going out I'll just chuck something on."
The waiter then came over with our cake, and I took no time grabbing my fork and taking the first bite.
"Wow, you are quick," he stated, picking up his own fork.
"I warned you," I said, in between eating.
By the time the cake was finished I had ate about 3/4, not leaving that much for Finn. "I'll note down never to share cake with you again," he said.
Finn asked for the bill, and soon after the waiter came back with a slip of paper in a leather booklet.
"Ooh, posh," I said. Finn grinned, whilst looking down at the bill. "How much do you want me to chip in?" I asked.
He laughed.
"I'm not joking," I said, fishing out the notes I had stuffed in my clutch.
"Stop, it would be ungentlemanly if I didn't pay, and besides, I wouldn't let you pay a penny either way," he said, taking out a couple of £20 notes from his wallet and standing up.
"Aren't you going to wait for the change?" I asked.
"It's only £5, not that much," he said, holding out his hand for me.
"Well in my world, £5 is a lot," I took his hand, and he led me back through the restaurant outside. It was dark now, and cold, the only heat I could feel was his warm hand enveloping mine. I shivered, and Finn looked over at me.
"Here," he said, before taking his blazer off and placing it on my shoulders. I put my arms through it, his strong scent of mint hitting my senses. His hand soon clasped mine again, as if a couple of seconds was too long apart, and he carried on walking me away from the restaurant.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To my car, it's parked a few streets away," he replied, whilst walking with me down the road. After a couple of minutes we had arrived at his car, looking foreign parked amongst the other normal sized ones. He opened the door for me again, and I felt a strange déjà vu, as not a day ago I was in the exact same scenario with Finn. He drove out of the parking space, his car roaring to life.
"Are you one of those rich guys who has many cars and a massive house with a swimming pool and sauna?" I asked, inspecting his suit. It fit perfectly, the material ending and starting at all the right places. His cuff links were silver dice.
"Maybe," he said, licking his lips.
His hands were on the steering wheel, cross ring in view.
"Does that ring have a meaning?" I asked.
"Maybe."
"C'mon Finn, I answered all of your questions,"
"I know you did," he said, grinning.
The radio then filled the car for a while, before I built up the courage to say, "Finn, what happened to your eye?"
He sighed. "Fray, I-"
"Stop avoiding the question, I want an answer," I said sternly.
He look ahead, features hard.
"You want to know what happened last night? Alright, when I was at yours, Jack called me to say he couldn't find Ella. He said that he saw her at the club one moment and the next she was gone. He couldn't find her anywhere, called me again so I had to leave. When I met up with him he told me he had got a text from Ella with an address on it. We went to the address, find an unconscious Ella in a warehouse. But she's not hurt, they didn't lay a scratch on her. Almost as if it were a warning. Jack took her home, wouldn't let go of her, until this morning when I told him we had to go. Got to the warehouse where we keep the drugs to find a couple of guys confronting Harry and Zayn. We then went on to find out they were the people who drugged Ella, so Jack went mad, got all protective and beat the shit out of this guy, so then it turned into an all round fight and that's how I got this fucking black eye, Fray! And the worst part is, we don't even know why they fucking took Ella in the first place! That's why I didn't want to tell you, I didn't want to freak you out."
I gulped. Finn was mad. And angry. I looked down, regretting having pushed the subject. I thought back to this evening, when I had met Ella.
"She seemed fine earlier, she didn't look, traumatised or anything," I said.
"She didn't remember anything, so Jack just told her that she passed out drunk. He didn't want to tell her anything that would scare her." He said.
"Who were the people? The men who took her?"
"Some suppliers. They said they hadn't got their money, but we definitely gave it to them."
I stopped asking questions, I could tell he was getting annoyed.
"Listen, Fray. I didn't want to tell you because, I didn't want to tell you anything you didn't need to know, anything that would... Put you in danger," he said, his voice was softer.
"What do you mean, in danger?"
"Fray, I'm not telling you anymore, you don't need to know anything else," he said, ending the conversation.
The rest of the journey was silence, and only till I noticed the coffee shop did I realise Finn was taking me home.
In a few minutes, he had parked the car. I looked over at him.
"Thanks, I had a great time tonight," I said, trying to smile.
He closed his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, me too." Silence. "Maybe we should meet up again?" Silence.
"Yeah, maybe."
After I decided nothing else was going to happen I climbed out the car and walked towards the building. I opened the door and pressed the button for the lift. When I got to my floor I stormed out at thrusted my key into the lock, throwing the door open and slamming it shut. I chucked my bag against the wall, slumping back against the door and hanging my head down, dishevelled hair covering my face. Fuck. I was so frustrated. Why did you ask those things, Fray? Why did you have to go and do that? Why couldn't you have just shut up? I shut my eyes and pushed the thoughts to the back of my head. I still had his number, I could still call him. But before I had time to, there was a knock on the door.
I looked up. Who could be... Wait, was it Finn? I immediately stood up, turning around and pulling the door. And sure enough, there he was. Taking deep breaths, had he been running? God, he still looked perfect, why did he have to be so perfect?
"Sorry, there's just been something that I've wanted to do all night," he said. I had no time to reply before he crashed his lips onto mine, cupping my face. Our lips moulded together, moving in sync. It wasn't long before my hands found their way to his neck, fingertips pulling on Finn's hair, earning a moan from him. His hands slid down to my waist, firmly pulling me close to him.
By the time we broke from the kiss, we were gasping for air, foreheads touching.
"You're perfect," he whispered, eyes open, staring directly into mine.
"I'm not the only one."

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