I Must Be Dreaming.... But That's Cliche

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I woke up a few hours after but did not open my eyes. I felt my pillow breathing, up and down. Wait, pillows don't breath. Am I sleeping on my dog again? I open my eyes and look up. I see the peaceful sleeping face of Finn. I realize I was sleeping on his chest and our arms were wrapped in each other. I just laid back on his chest and appreciated his presence. His aroma was so intoxicating, in a good way. He was wearing this black sweatshirt with long sleeves. It was very comfortable. We just stayed there in a tangle of bodies. Until I realized how late it probably was. I slowly try to pull Finn's arm around my waist but ultimately failed. He stirred and slowly woke up.

"Huh? What th-Millie? he says to me still half asleep.

"I'm sorry," I get up from the couch, "it's getting late."

"Oh, okay." he gets up and wipes his face trying to get the sleepiness out of his system. He then rolled up his sleeve.

I don't know why, but when he rolled up his sleeve, he seemed 10 times more attractive.

I'm a boy writing in a girl's POV. So I don't know if this is a hundred percent true but you gotta admit, it is sexy as all hell.

 So I don't know if this is a hundred percent true but you gotta admit, it is sexy as all hell

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"I should walk you back to your hotel. It gets pretty dangerous at night time." he offers.

"Is that an excuse to be with me more?" I accuse him.

"Maaaaaaaaybe." he says with a smirk.

He was getting ready and was about to get out the door when I remembered something. I had this in the back of my mind at the beginning of the 'hangout'.

"Uh, Finn? I need to ask you something." he back tracks and goes in front of me. "What is it? Just ask away."

"Well-uh. I-um." Just spit it out Millie!

"Do you like Emmy?" I blurt out with my eyes closed, hoping he says something good.

"Why do you think I like her?" he asks me with all seriousness.

"Because, you know, the scenes you did with her, the kiss and the dance." I say, regretting what I said.

"Millie, that's all acting. I never liked her or all the scenes. Interviews might say it but I don't like her. She keeps flirting with me constantly but I just ignore her. She's really annoying and I personally don't like her as a person."

I sigh a breath of relief.

"Why do you ask?"

My face must've dropped because he just started laughing. "It's fine Millie, I understand. But I have a question for you," his face full of seriousness again, "do you like Izzat?"

The question hit me like a brick. I was not ready to answer that. Do I? I mean I had some feelings for him I think. But I don't think he likes me back. Screw it.

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