Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - I was falling for Finn Harries, hard.

Finn still had his arms around me when his phone started to ring. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his device, looking at the caller id and then sliding the screen to answer.
"What's wrong, Jack? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He said, sighing.
I then realised that I was still wearing Finn's blazer. I didn't want to take it off, the soft material brushed against my skin, rising goosebumps on arms, but I knew I had to give it back to him, so I started to slide my arms out of it, instantly regretting it as the air conditioned hallway hit me. I looked at the label of the suit, saville row, fancy.
I looked back at Finn. He had his back to me, his shoulder blades tensed, almost tearing through his crisp white shirt. His upright posture made him seem taller, 5,10, 5,11?
He brought his phone down from his ear and roughly shoved it into his back pocket, and that's when I noticed his scabbed knuckles. I walked over to him, picking up his hand in mine and stroking my thumb over the dried blood.
"You should really take better care of your hands, they deserve more care," I said.
He sniggered. "They'll probably be split by the end of the night anyway, it doesn't really matter," he said, without a care in the world.
"That's not good, Finn, when did you take on the bandages I put on you off?"
"You sound like my mother?" He smiled.
"Answer the question, Finn," I said, through gritted teeth.
"Just before I met Jack, they're probably in the back of my car somewhere, besides, I wasn't going to walk around London with bandages on my wrists, I do have a reputation to uphold," he said.
"Oh shut up," I scoffed.
"What about you? How's your face?" He said, cupping my cheek and lifting my head up. He stroked his thumb along the skin beneath my eye, where a small bruise was barely visible, his other arm finding its way to my waist.
"I'm fine," I said, staring up at him, into his eyes, black eye and all.
"I need to go," he said, his hand loosening its grip.
"Okay," I said, still staring at him.
"I'm sorry, but, we should do it again. How about I pick you up from work tomorrow?"
"Do you even know where I work?"
"Fusion, remember? You told me last night when you got drunk. For the future, don't go telling strangers where you work, or where you live for that matter." He said, sarcastically.
"Urgh, you're so annoying," I said, pushing out of his arms.
"You know, you can't keep my jacket forever, I know you want one of those romances where the girl walks round her apartment wearing the boys clothing but I've never heard the story where she walks round the house wearing his blazer," he raised his eyebrows, smirking.
"Have you heard the story where the girl asks the boy to shut up and threatens him that if he doesn't she'll slap him in the face with a wet fish?" I countered.
"Fray, I just want my blazer back," he said, chuckling, walking closer to me.
"I know, I'm just trying to get my point across that whenever we have a fight, I will always win," I said, thrusting the blazer into his arms.
"That wasn't an fight, it was a petty argument over a stupid story," he slung the blazer over his shoulder, hanging from his index and middle finger. "See you tomorrow, beautiful," he whispered, before turning around and walking towards the lift.
"Beautiful? Really?" I called down the hall.
He pressed the button for the lift.
"Just speaking the truth," he said.
The doors opened. "Oh, and by the way," he stepped inside, "you're a brilliant kisser," the doors closed. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile as I walked into my open door, closing it behind me. I sighed, putting the kettle on and looked at the clock. It was 10, and to be honest, I didn't feel like going to sleep. I hopped into the shower, watching off my makeup, but putting my hair into a bun as I couldn't be bothered to wash it. I chucked on my pyjamas, before settling on the sofa with a hot mug of summer fruits squash, glasses perched on my nose. I switched through the channels, before deciding to finish watching an episode of A League of Their Own which had just started. By the time it had finished, I had drained my mug, and had pushed my glasses up at least 20 times. I placed my mug in the sink, filling it with water and deciding to wash it in the morning, and dragged myself into my bedroom half asleep. I vigorously brushed my teeth, getting rid of all of today's meals, and climbed into bed, flicking the light off as I went. I closed my eyes, and couldn't help but think about Finn.
That was the first night dreamt about him. I dreamt about the way his skin stretched across his face, tight at all the right angles, defining his cheekbones and jawline. The way his dark hair beautifully contrasted his pale skin. The way when he smiled, he would always show his white teeth, and little crinkles would form in the corners of eyes. The way his eyes lit up whenever he was happy, gold flecks shimmering in the daylight. God, what was happening to me? I was falling for Finn Harries, hard.

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Sorry I haven't updated in like a week, I've had tonnes of tests at school and I've been revising! :(:( I have a trip on Saturday! And I won't be back till next Saturday so I won't be able to update! Sorry! :'(:'( But I know what's happening in the next chapters so I will try to write something next Sunday!

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