heartbreaker ► wolfhard

three

[ swoon - beach weather ]

[ mud • dled | adjective | to be mentally confused or in a state of disorder ]

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you were awoken to the sounds of laughing. you rolled over on the bed that jack had given to you and ayla, to find your best friend missing. you sighed and rubbed your eyes lazily, to tired to shield them from the sun. you didn't pay any attention to what you were wearing, which was some sleep shorts and an oversized t shirt. the most you could manage was to open the door and follow the direction of the laughter.

"oh my god! you're hair is so long."

"it's too shaggy. you should cut it."

"nah. it's part of the whole rocker aesthetic. plus, it's not as long as it was when i was filming IT a couple years back."

"finn wolfhard i swear to god if you ever even think about growing your hair out like that again i'll cut it off in the middle of your sle-"

"hey guys." you said, your voice raspy and dry.

"hey n/n." ayla smiled and looked from you to finn.

oh my god. finn. finn wolfhard. finn fucking wolfhard.

"y/n this is finn." malcom introduced you and you raised your eyebrows.

"y-yeah. i'm y/n. hi." you stumbled on your words, which probably made you look like an idiot. but how could you not? he was even more attractive in person. he stuck his hand out and you took it, shaking it weakly. he nodded and gave you a small smile that made your heart melt.

"finn, meet y/n. the newest member of the band." finn's easygoing grin dropped and his hand fell dead in yours.

"what?" he asked coldly, eying jackson. ayla crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

"she's joining the band. singing lead with you for the tour, remember?" she spoke slowly and apprehensively. finn stood up from the bar stool he was previously sitting on.

"no, actually. i don't remember. no one asked me. or even told me!" he raised his voice and surveyed the group. "and on the first day of tour? i can't believe you guys!"

"well, we're telling you now. y/n is coming with."

"um no. i'm not singing lead with some thirteen year old girl." he scoffed and crossed his arms as well. you took a step closer to him and put your hands on your hips.

"i'm fifteen. and i'm sorry that they didn't 'warn' you i was going to be coming on tour, but this isn't exactly the warm welcome i was hoping for, finn." you defended and looked up at him, crossly.

"this is ridiculous-"

"no! you're being ridiculous! you're acting like a five year old! why are you being such a spoiled brat?" jack cut in.

"does anyone care that i'm in the band? i thought we made decisions together."

"we do! but you weren't here. you haven't been at practice in three months!" ayla pointed out, looking just as pissed as finn did.

"i can't help it! i have a career! don't you guys understand that?"

"yeah, we get it. you're too busy for us." malcom said angrily, although he looked more sad than mad.

"that's not what i'm saying! i'm saying that you guys can't just go around making executive . . . decisions," he gestured to you. "without asking me!" you turned on your heel and rushed i tot he room you and ayla slept in last night. you popped the handle and packed what little you'd taken out of your suitcase. you could hear malcom calling your name, but you didn't pay attention to it. you clearly weren't wanted here. and you couldn't spend six months being treated like a problem. malcom called your name again, louder this time. you didn't answer; just kept packing your things. malcom rushed into the room and you turned, suitcase in hand, towards the door.

"y/n wait," he pleaded. you continued to ignore him and hurried towards the door. you passed ayla, jack and finn, who were still arguing in the kitchen, and reached for the door handle. malcom grabbed your shoulders and turned you so that you were facing him and you could just see the other three ex-band mates around the corner.

"y/n i know this isn't what you expected. i didn't think this would happen; i'm sorry. but you have to stay. please. we need you. finn needs you too; he just refuses to admit it." you sighed and caught finn's glare. although he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment. you couldn't look break from his dark stare. he was striking really. and being star struck made it very difficult to be beyond pissed with someone. you're such a sucker. you'll do anything for anyone, just to keep them happy.

you couldn't believe you actually had to spend six straight months with finn. finn wolfhard. finn fucking wolfhard.

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