Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 13 - His Dark Side

Finns POV
I missed her already. Her smile, her eyes, her laugh. Everything about her, she was so perfect.
The drive to Jacks took about 3 minutes. The tall building loomed over surrounding ones, creating long shadows on the ground below. I parked my car, and walked round to the front of the building, passing Alfred at the door who nodded at me.
I stepped inside, and paced to the lift, pressing floor 11. Each floor was its own apartment, so essentially, there was only one owner per floor, Jack's floor being number 11. The doors opened, and a scene I did not expect to see surprised me.
There, hitting Jacks door, was Ella. Red eyed and tear stained. Her bag and hoodie were slung on the floor, and her hand was banging against black wood.
"Jack, please, open up, please, I'm sorry, Jack let me explain, urgh!" She turned round and hit her head back on the door, slumping to the floor and burying her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I had never seen Ella like this.
"Ella?" I said, stepping out of the lift.
She looked up. "Shit." She wiped her eyes. "Hey, Finn, how long have you...?"
"Bout 2 minutes, are you alright," I knelt down to her level, noticing now her bags and droopy eyes. "You look pretty wrecked."
"Finn, Finn," she hung her head again, "what have I done, what have I done?" She repeated, shaking her head.
"Hey, hey, stop Ella, tell me what is going on," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders to stop her shaking.
"I, I.. Last night, we went clubbing, Jack and I. And he left me on the dancefloor, told me he was going to get drinks, and then this guy just like, he just started kissing me, and I guess it looked like I was kissing back, but I wasn't! And I need to tell him! But he won't open up!" She exclaimed.
"It's okay, C'mon, Are you sure he's in there?" I asked.
"Yes, I called him once, and heard his ringtone, then some, like, bottles moving, and then it stopped," she said.
"Where's you key?"
"I don't know! I had it last night! But I looked this morning and it wasn't there! I think I might have lost it at the club, or in the bar or something," she was clueless.
"Okay, listen, I'm gonna go in and talk to him, and you just stay here, and listen, okay?" I said, smiling at her.
She nodded, leaning back against the wall.
I searched my pocket for my copy of Jacks key, grasping the lone metal and pulling it out my pocket, resulting in the inside of my pocket coming out and the other bits in my pocket flying out.
"Shit," I cursed, bending down to retrieve them.
"It's okay, I'll do this, you go to Jack," Ella said, sniffing.
"Thanks Ella," I said.
I thrusted the key into the lock and twisted it, swinging the door open. I walked through the living room and kitchen, where various cabinets were open, untidiness is unlike Jack, and into his bedroom, where I thought he would most probably be. And I was right. Sitting on his bed with his head in his hands was Jack. Empty bottles were strewn on the floor, cans of beer on his desk, and an open packet of cigarettes sat on his bedside table.
"I don't know what to do, Finn," he said, without even looking up. His voice was hoarse and barely recognisable, and as he looked at me, I saw how much better Ella looked conspired to him.
His T-shirt was crumpled and creased against his chest, his legs bare as he was wearing only his boxers. He had a half empty bottle of some sort of alcohol in one hand, and his phone is the other. But his face. He looked destroyed. His lips were chapped and saggy, no usual grin on his lips. His cheek was bruising, and his hair hung low on his face, close to his eyes. The spark in them had faded, and all that was left were dull green orbs, glossing and bagged.
"What happened here Jack?" I said, staring at the pigsty he called his room. Jack's room was never like this.
"Where's Ella?" He stood up, dropping the bottle, liquid spilling out into the floor. He swayed, staring down at it.
"Shit Jack," I knelt down, picking the bottle up, and setting it on the desk. I looked back up at him. "Sit down," I said.
I went to get some tissues from the bathroom, and when I had I dabbed them on the damp stain on the carpet.
"Tell me what happened," I said.
He sighed. "Ella and I, we went to this club, and I left for one second, one second Finn. And I get back and she's all over this man, and I was gonna punch him Finn, I was gonna hit him bad, but I didn't, and I don't know why." Jack was staring ahead into space. "And I had a couple of drinks and walked out with a girl round my waist, and I don't know how she got there, and I don't know how she got here, but I was going to, Finn, I was going to have sex with her, but something stopped me, I don't know I what it was, but I told her to leave, and she slapped me, and stormed out. I then drunk my sorrows out for the rest of the night." He explained.
"You didn't have sex with her?" Came a voice from the hallway.
Ella stood, bag on her shoulder.
"Ella?" Jack said, standing up once again. I walked away from him, slowly stepping out the room, into the hallway.
"Don't mess this up, I'm going back to the warehouse, tell Jack to come once he's sobered up, and, you've done whatever you guys are going to do." I whispered to him. She looked and silently thanked me before turning back to look at Jack.
I heard them talking as I walked through the apartment, and as I stepped into the lift, I managed to make out:
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The doors closed, and the sensation of going down flew through my stomach. I walked out when the doors opened, tossing my keys to Alfred, and saying "Let Jack know that he can borrow my car when he comes down," I said.
"Certainly, Mr Harries," he replied.
I smirked, I always found it funny how he called me that.
I walked the route to the warehouse quickly, wanting to get back to Fray. The warehouse came into view, and I noticed the open door. I frowned, why was it open? Unless... I then walked in to find Jimmy already there.
Frays POV
"Who's Jimmy?" I asked.
"Keep your voice down," said Harry.
"We can't hide her in here, Harry, he's gonna find out about her anyway," They completely ignored my comment.
"Best to prolong the inevitable."
"That's not how the saying goes you idiot, it's 'why prolong the inevitable?'" Zayn whisper-shouted.
Harry stood up, walking round to a small room, with no door in one corner of the warehouse.
The was another knock.
"Finn! Finn, open up, it's Jimmy!" A raspy, young voice, came from the other side of the door.
Harry came back seconds later with a wad of cash in both hands.
"Just stay back here with her, I'll give him the money," Harry ordered.
"Harry, stop-" Zayn started, but Harry was walking to the door before he could say another word.
"Who's Jimmy?" I pressed.
"Jimmy's one of our suppliers," Zayn finally answered.
That was who Finn was talking about earlier in the car, I thought. A loud rattling noise came from behind me, and I recognised it as the pushing open of the door in the warehouse. I turned around as Harry slid it aside, and Zayn stepped in front of me, shielding me from Jimmy's view.
"Where's Finn?" The same voice asked.
"He had to go, here's your money, now leave," Harry angrily thrusted the money into Jimmy's hands, and his happy demeanour was now the complete opposite. His lips were tight, forced into a straight line, and his posture was tall and upright. The only thing that remained the same was his eyes, still emerald.
Zayn was similar, jaw piercing through his skin, fists clenched, he was ready to attack, if anything happened.
By this point I was slightly freaked out. Things had escalated quickly, and I was now in a tipsy situation.
Jimmy stepped forward, but Harry's chest blocked him from proceeding, his eyes glared down at Jimmy.
"Hey now, I just wanna look around, see if the order placed," Jimmy smirked.
Harry let go, allowing Jimmy to walk into the warehouse. I was now able to actually see him, as before the sun from outside had prevented me from doing so.
Dark brown short back and sides hair, was tamed by a beanie, curls escaping from the top, lying flat on his forehead. A hoody lady on top of the beanie, and his hands were stuffing things into his back pockets. But what struck me most, was his eyes, a piercing light blue, and they searched the warehouse before landing right on me.
"Who's this?" Jimmy said. He stepped closer, and Zayn moved his position to square Jimmy, completely blocking him from me.
"Quite warm out today, Jimmy, isn't it a bit hot to be wearing a beanie and a jumper?" Zayn tried to change the subject.
"I thought you already had a girl, Zayn? Some singer chic, down at that bar?"
Zayn's jaw clenched at that comment, his fists shaking. Jimmy was pushing his limits, and I swore I could see a smug grin forming on his face.
"She's not mine," Zayn said quietly.
"Oh!" Jimmy swung round to face Harry. "So the womaniser finally settled for one girl!" He said in Harry's face.
"Wrong again, Jimmy," Harry's low voice echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off various stacks.
It was then that I noticed his angelic figure standing in the dark background, near the door of the warehouse. Finn had somehow sneakily walked in, without any of us noticing, and I felt a great weight being lifted off of me.
Jimmy raised his eyebrows, and then realisation hit him. He turned round to look at me again, and snorted. "You're telling me that Finn Harries has a girlfriend? Pathetic? Who is she really? Some slut you picked up off the street? You taking it in turns? I'll pay you." The words hurt.
All of a sudden Finn was walking towards us. Heads whipped round as the others finally noticed he was there, and in a matter of seconds Finn had Jimmy pushed up against the wall, his right forearm sideways against his chest. "Don't you fucking dare talk about her like that!" He boomed, in between shoving Jimmy's body against the wall.
"C'mon mate, you can't keep her all to yourself, whores are to share." Jimmy slurred, smiling.
That set it off for Finn. He swung his arm back, punching Jimmy square in the jaw, before throwing him to the ground, and kicking his gut.
"Do something," I said to Zayn. "He's going to kill him." He still stayed where he was. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and ran forwards, tugging on Finn's arm, pulling him away from Jimmy, but he simply looked round and Harry, and gestured towards me. Harry started to walk over to me. "No, Finn, please, Finn stop! You're going to kill him." Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and I felt myself being pulled backwards. "Finn stop! He wasn't thinking straight!" I struggled in Harry's arms, fighting to get out, whilst Zayn walked over to Finn, who was still standing still, but not listening to me. "Finn PLEASE! Please listen to me! PLEASE!" I shrieked.
"WHAT! WHAT FRAY! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, HUH?" He shouted turning to look at me, eyes bulging. Harry let me go, backing up. "THIS IS WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING! I beat the shit out if people, and leave them almost dead on the street! Every night since I met you I've done that! These cuts, he pointed to his knuckles, are from punching, and hitting, and boxing people till they're bleeding, and sore, and bruised! And there's nothing! NOTHING! That will ever make me change that Fray! This is who I am! Some dick over here insulted you! And this is me teaching him a lesson, and yes! Maybe he was asking for it! And maybe he was trying to wind me up! And if he was, he succeeded, but at the moment, I really don't fucking care. So if you don't mind, will you please shut that mouth of yours so I can finish what I've started." And with that, he turned around, but kept his head to the side, so he could still see me through his peripheral vision.
I gulped, tears brimming my eyes. This was the side of Finn I hadn't experienced before, his dark side. And I didn't like it.
A few moments passed, before I built up the courage to say something. "Well then you're going to have to choose between beating up some idiot, and me." And then, I ran.