Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 18 - "I like the glasses."

I woke to the smell of pancakes and cinnamon wafting through my room. My eyes opened, to reveal an empty bed. I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
I remembered not packing a pair of contacts, and groaned. How was I going to be able to see now?
Luckily though, after rummaging through my back, I found my glasses, in the bottom of the front pocket. How they had got there I did not know.
I followed the smell, my feet dragging my along. Rays of sunlight burst though the roofed windows, illuminating the room, bouncing against the French windows, creating a natural effect. The radio was on, and as I turned to the kitchen I heard Finn humming along to the tune, standing next to the stove. He turned to a plate that was sat on the counter, slipped another pancake onto the stack, and pushed the plate towards a chair. I walked towards it, hoisting myself up. In front of me was a bottle of maple syrup, cut up strawberries and bananas, and a tub of Nutella.
Finn turned of the gas and looked round, noticing me for the first time.
"You were quiet," he said, but u had me startled him whatsoever. He raised his eyebrows at me. "Glasses?"
I looked down, pushing my tortoiseshell hockeys further up my nose.
"Yes, turns out I don't have the best vision in the world... I wear contacts most of the time," I explained.
"You shouldn't, I like the glasses," he said, whilst coming round to sit next to me. "You can eat you know."
"Oh, right," I smiled, before reaching over to the pancake plate, picking one up and placing it on my plate. I smothered it with Nutella before scattering various banana pieces onto it. I picked up my knife and fork, and cut a piece, ensuring I had a decent amount of banana and Nutella.
It was so good.
The daring chocolate paste sweetened my mouth, whilst the softness of the banana balanced the tastes, creating a equilibrium.
"These are amazing, Finn! Where did you learn to cook like this?" I asked, in between taking mouthfuls, and sips of a glass of orange juice which had magically founds its way to my place.
"My mum taught Jack and I, when we were younger, her recipe, not mine," he said, eating his with syrup and sugar.
"That's a lot a sugar, Finn, that's not good for your teeth," I pointed out.
"Says the girl who has a inch thick layer of Nutella on her pancake and about 500 pieces of banana," he snorted.
"That's different, I need to energy," I said.
"And why is that?" He smirked, already knowing the answer.
"Shut up," I said, pushing his arm.
Our banterous chat filled the penthouse throughout the rest of the meal, and I proceeded to have another pancake with Nutella and strawberries, and then one with just Nutella on its own. Finn wouldn't stop chucking at me for a couple of minutes, and I glared at him before realising it was because I had a chocolate tache.
I narrowed my eyes at him and walked to the kitchen to grab a piece of kitchen towel whilst he doubled over, breaking out into fits of laughter, leaving forwards.
I wiped my tache. "You're so immature, Finn," I said.
"I'm immature! I'm immature says the mature lady who was playing 21 questions with my friends?" He confronted.
"I was simply agreeing their offer, seeing as we had nothing better to do, and how do you know about that?" I said, turning around.
Finn shrugged, before picking up the plates and showing them in the sink, turning on the tap.
"I'll do the dishes, seeing as you made breakfast," I walked towards the sink, but Finn turned round, blocking me.
"Nope, I'm doing the dishes, you go get changed," he ordered.
"No Finn, that's not fair on you," I said.
"I don't care, I'm doing the dishes."
"Wow, I've actually never heard a man turn down my offer of doing the dishes," I smiled.
"That's because you've never been in a relationship with a gentleman, you've only been with, and I quote, a total dooche," he sniggered.
"Don't remind me of Mark," I said, sighing, and turning around.
"I'll never hurt you-" Finn started his Jacob voice.
"If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I will personally come and stab you with that kitchen knife," I said. I heard him laugh.
I walked into the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth thoroughly. I unpacked my rucksack, spraying some deodorant and chucking on my fairly clean tank top from yesterday, my shorts, and the jumper I had packed. I then picked up my toiletries bag and headed back to the bathroom. I applied a little concealer over my spots and under my baggy eyes, and then added a layer or two of mascara, and a spritz of perfume. I propped my glasses back up on my nose, and stuffed everything else into my bag. Checking the time on my phone, I noticed I had forgotten to charge in yesterday. I turned it off, deciding in would be better to save it for later.
I walked out of the room, checking behind me for anything, before proceeding to the living room. Finn wasn't in this area, and so I walked towards the dining area, my curiosity taking over me. The tall blinds were closed, blocking all sight of the room except for the small archway in the middle, allowing people to pass through. A dark brown mahogany table, matching the blinds, sat in the middle, it's longness reminding me much of the long pathway down the centre of the penthouse, separating the kitchen from the living room. Chairs opposing each other were placing around the table, and a stripy contemporary rug lay beneath them. To the left was an area I had not seen, and it looked like conservatory leading out to a balcony. There was another window seat, but this one took up the whole of the wall. I walked towards it, and I caught sight of another door, to the left of the window seat. The window in the door was blacked out, and by the looks of it it led all the way down to the kitchen, like a thin submarine like room on the edge of the penthouse, extending across the length of the rooms.
I wondered what was in there, before turning around to walk back. But another sight caught my eye. Opposite where I was standing, on the other side of the wall, was a long staircase. It was much like a fire escape staircase, cool metal leaving gaps in between steps, creating steepness, giving it an eerie outside feel. After walking over to it, I placed my hand on the banister, wondering where it led to.
"I have rooms upstairs as well," Finn said.
I jumped, turning round, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Uh, how long have you been watching me?" I asked.
"Long enough to see you checking out my apartment," he smirked.
"I was just looking."
"Be my guest, I like it, it means you're getting used to the place," he said.
I turned around, still on the staircase. "Where does this lead to?" I murmured.
"To the roof, but if you take a right at the too it takes you to some other rooms I refurbished, made a small gym, office, you know, that kind of stuff," he said, and I began to question how rich he actually was.
Finn was about to overtake me, when I quickly stopped him, shouting no. He looked at me quizzically, before grinning.
"What?" He questioned.
"It's unlucky to cross people on the stairs," I said.
"Is it now?" He responded by easing his eyebrows, and placing a foot on my step.
"Don't you dare," I said.
"Or what?"
"I'll slap you with a wet fish."
"You've already used that one, and the one about the kitchen knife," he sniggered.
"What about the one with the chainsaw, and the-" but before I could finish Finn had races off passes me up the stairs.
"Your luck! Not mine!" I shouted, running after him. He got to the top, where a white door stood, and flung it open, revealing a concrete floor. I walked outside, through the door which he was holding open for me. The bright sunlight instantly hit me, making me squint as I looked around. The glass roof lay in the middle of the roof, the flooring surrounding it. I was able to make out the different areas through the glass.
I looked up around the roof, and awed at the view.
The beautiful city of London was quiet, the occasionally beep of a horn every now and then. I could see the millennium wheel, and the shard, among many other monuments, the early morning sunlight reflecting on them, creating a gleaming effect which lit up the whole city.
The view was quite breathtaking, I could only dream about what it was like at night.

Hey guys!!!
What's going onnnn?
What do you think is in Finn's mysterious room oooooooooooohh maybe it's a paranormal spirit that's being held captive I don't even know anymore I give up...
Sorry I've been watching a lot of horror movies and we're reading Jane Eyre in English so...
Question: Favourite song at the moment? Mines Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys go check it out its PERF.
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