Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 16 - "But that's another story for another time."

Finn eyes scanned the note. He re read it, before gripping it tighter with his hands and looking up at me. His face had hardened, eyes dark, jaw firm.
His eyes met mine. "How long have you had this?"
"I found it today, in my mailbox," I replied, quietly.
"Did you check you mailbox yesterday?" Finn was holding in his anger, presumably to help me stay calm.
"No," I whispered, afraid that if I talked any louder I would set him off.
Finn closed his eyes, scrunched up the note in his hands and angrily chucked it to the side. It disappeared somewhere under the sofa. I jumped when I heard a loud scream, and my gaze went back to Finn. He had turned around, walking away from him, hands resting on the hair on the back of his head, tugging at the dusty hair.
"Finn-" I started, but another strangled scream came out his mouth, followed by him violently hitting the wall with his fist. He staggered backwards, falling to his knees and leaning back against the low wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. I dropped my rucksack, silently walked over to him, and kneeled down facing him.
"Finn, what's wrong? Who knows about me?" I asked.
He opened his eyes, gold flecks invisible, emerald irises glowing in the moonlight.
"I don't know, Fray," he said monotonously.
"Yes you do, but you just won't tell me," I pressed.
"Fray, there are some things that you don't need to know-"
"Like what?! Like the fact that some psychopathic drug dealer is sending me threats to my home, which means he knows where I fucking live Finn," I stood up. "And you know, I am kinda freaking out a bit, because I don't know what's going to happen next, what if, what if there's some guy ransacking my apartment, huh? Or what it they've found out about my family! About, my brother! What happens then, Finn, what happens then?!" I finished. My eyes were watery, and Finn stood up, and walked towards me.
"Hey, hey it's okay, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, Fray," he said, pushing down my hood and gently brushing away the tears that fell. I realised that this was the first time Finn had seen me cry. His face showed concern, but his eyes defeated him, sympathy filling them. God, why did I have to be so fucking emotional this week?
"No ones gonna hurt you whilst I'm around," he said, cupping my face with one hand, and holding my waist with the other.
I know he still hadn't told me about the note, and I know I was meant to be mad at him, but I still couldn't resist leaning into to his to touch and resting my head against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around me, his lips brushing my forehead, before planting a soft kiss there.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, forgetting everything that had been going on.
That was, until my ringtone pierced through the room.
"Baby, Baby, Baby ohhhh like," I fished out my phone from my pocket. Stupid Lara setting my ringtone.
"Seriously, Justin Bieber?" He said, smirking.
"Justin Bieber is amazing," I retorted, checking the caller ID.
It was Liam. "Sorry, I should take this," I said, turning round and answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Fray! Hey, what's up? Sorry I didn't call for a couple of days, I've been, busy," he said.
"Don't worry, I've been quite caught up lately as well."
"I might come down in a couple
of weeks, someone I know is in London, and she wanted to meet up," he said, before he realised what had come out his mouth.
"She? Do you have a lady friend that I don't know about Liam Payne?" I said, smiling.
"I can see you grinning," he said.
I laughed. "Stop trying to steer away from the subject.
"Her name's Sophia, you should meet her, you'll like her," he offered.
"I'm not sure, I have high expectations when it comes to my older brothers girlfriends," I sniggered.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" He challenged.
"She has to... Have a great sense of humour, be sociable, she has to have a good taste in music," I added.
"Enough Ivy, I know you are going to love her, now stop testing me," he chuckled.
"You're the one who asked," I smiled.
"I give up, I really do..." He said.
There was a moment in which I laughed, and then asked, "when are you coming down?"
"Maybe, at the end of the month," he said.
"Liam, that's in two weeks, not a couple, where are you staying?"
"Technically speaking a couple is two, so I'm right, you're wrong, and we're back to where we started," he said.
"Answer the question Liam," I rolled my eyes.
"I was gonna stay with her, she's studying fashion at uni," he said. "She has an apartment."
"Oh okay, I was gonna offer that you could stay with me, but you know... If you wanna stay with your lady friend then that's fine by me" I said.
"Oh my God Ivy, girlfriend, just say girlfriend, I hate you so much," I could hear him smiling.
"No you don't, you love me," I grinned.
"I'll see you soon, I'm hanging up now because I'm sick of this conversation."
"You do that," I said, before the call ended. I smiled, putting my phone back in my pocket and turning around.
Finn was in the kitchen, walking over towards the fridge.
"Who was that?" He said, opening the door.
"My brother, Liam," I replied.
After accepting his offer of a beer, I snapped it open, taking a gulp of the drink.
"What did he say?"
"He was just talking to me about coming down to London, to see his, girlfriend," I said.
"Did you tell him about me?" His asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"No, he wouldn't approve of me finding another guy after I had broken up with my ex a little over a week before," the words slipped out my mouth before I could stop them.
"You had a boyfriend before me?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Yes, thank you very much I did, but he was a total dooche and I'm never talking to him again," I said, rather angrily.
"Why? What did he do?" He said.
We walked round to the sofa, and I plopped down on it, Finn sitting next to me.
"Okay, picture this, I've just come back up from London to see my boyfriend. I've been in London for a while now, looking for apartments, and so I'm really looking forward to seeing him." I was now sitting cross legged on the sofa, facing Finn. The alcohol was getting to my head, and I was waving my hands about, the deep swishing of my drink clearly hearable. Finn took another swig of his drink
"So I'm walking to his apartment, all happy and jolly cause I finally get to see my boyfriend after ages, and I walk in to see him about to fuck this chic," I explain.
Finn looked like he was about to say something, but I stopped him.
"Oh no, we're not done yet, so I storm out, and I tell myself, don't cry Fray, don't cry, and I walk to the train station, and I kept telling myself that he was running after me, and he was going to realised what he was doing, and come after me, but, but he never did. And you know what is so stupid, I actually thought that I loved him, I actually thought that I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him. And the worst thing is, I thought he loved me back, God I was such an idiot." I finished my rant. I had slowed down by now, and was fiddling with my bottle.
Finn noticed my quietness, and shuffled towards me, also crossing his legs on the sofa. He placed his middle and fore finger under my chin, titling my head up.
"I know what he did to you, Fray, but I want you to know I will never hurt you like that," he said, looking my dead in the eye. His fingers brushed my cheek, below my eye.
"Hashtag Twilight quote," I smirked.
"Why did you have to ruin our moment?" He said.
"We were having a moment? Oh sorry, okay," I said, pretending to snap back into it.
"But Edward, I don't want you to go, so your brother almost sucked the life and soul out of me, no biggie," I said sarcastically.
"I swear you'll be the death of me, Fray," he said.
I giggled.
"How did you know what time I finished?" I asked curiously.
"I found out," he answered.
"How?" I repeated.
"Just, through, contacts," he said.
I sighed, "I'm never gonna get anything out of you."
He grinned.
A few hours passed, and we just talked. Talked gibberish. Discussed movies, books, celebrities. It quite entertaining to watch a drunk Finn attempting to impersonate Angelina Jolie's pout if you ask me.
"No, Finn, she doesn't actually pout, her lips are just so full," I explained, trailing off.
"I have a theory for that," he said, getting closer. I raised my eyebrows.
"And what is that?"
"So basically, she snogs Brad, forever before she goes out, and it gets her lips really puffy," he said.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, we should try it," he leaned it closed, grinning.
I quickly swung round, bare feet planting on the ground and shook my head.
"Maybe another time," I mumbled. I stood, walking to my rucksack, and unzipped it. I searched through it for a while, until I noticed I hadn't packed my pjs.
"Shit," I cursed.
"What?"
"I forgot my pyjamas," I said.
"That's fine, you can just borrow some of my clothes," he said. He stood up, and took my hand, leading me to the other end of the penthouse, where I supposed the bedrooms were. I managed to grab my bag before he pulled me away though.
He opened the door at the end, and inside was his room.
A large modernised four poster bed sat against the wall, neatly made. A bedside table with a couple of books and a clock on it. A window with a seat and cushion at the fare side, opening up to a balcony. But what stuck me the most, was the big wall next to the door. Hundreds of framed photos hung on the wall, all closely packed together so that not one nook or cranny was exposed.
"Wow," I said.
"C'mon, we can look at them later," he said, leading me through another door in his room. It was a walk in wardrobe.
"Really? Do you really need a walk in wardrobe?" I said, jealousy filling me.
"You'd be surprised at all the clothes I have," he said.
"Whatever," I scoffed.
"I think someone's a little jealous," he said, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs. He then pulled out a shirt from another.
He gave them to me, and pointed me to the bathroom, which was next to the wardrobe.
I changed quickly, Finn's big tshirt drowning me. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, hoping my breath would smell a tad nicer after the beer.
I walked out, through the wardrobe into his room. He had his back to me, and was shirtless, clad only in a pair of plaid sleep trousers. There was another tattoo just below the back of his neck, but I didn't get a chance to look at it properly before he turned around.
"You can sleep in here," he said, directly me to a guest bedroom opposite his. How many rooms did he have?
"Okay," I said, dropping my bag on the floor. He walked towards me, smiling. I was able to make out a tattoo on the inside of his right arm, just above his elbow. It was the letters ELH it bold writing.
I brushed my thumb over it. "Initials?" I asked.
"My sister's," he said, looking down at me. I nodded, fascinated by the tattoo.
"How long have you had it?" I asked.
"A year or so, she means a lot to me, I hardly see her," he explained.
"Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo," he asked.
"Actually, I have one," I said.
"What?"
"But that's another story for another time." I yawned, "I think I'm gonna go to sleep," I said.
"Okay," he said. I looked up at him. I couldn't resist. I leaned up on my tip toes and gave him a sweet short kiss before he walked out smiling.
"Sweet dreams, Beautiful" he said, before closing the door.

Hey guys!
How's life going? Slightly longer chapter today because I didn't update yesterday! I may have been writing and I maybe have fallen asleep whilst I was writing and I may have woken up in the middle of the night because I rolled over my phone and it really hurt.
Or I may have not.
What do you think of Finn's tattoo? It's not full punk, so don't imagine all the punk edits of Jack and Finn and Harry and Zayn when you read this. Zayn and Harry are what they usually look like.
Question: Favourite day of the week? Mines Friday, obvi.
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Tara xoxox