Rare; Fionn Whitehead

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@oblivion.heart
i was busy thinking bout boys, i was busy dreaming bout boys, head is spinning thinking bout boys 💛🌙👽

@lovemesomeharry: how. are. you. so. cute?

@harrystylesupdates_: love you girl x

@tttttarget: are you and fionn dating?

@haroldsttyless: literally envy you girl, wish i was friends with fionn 😩❤

@pizzzaismyspiritanimal: i feel sorry for you, if i was that ugly I'd kill myself

@haroldsttyless: @pizzzaismyspiritanimal that's low bitch

@fionnwofficial liked your tweet

@lovemesomeharry: @pizzzaismyspiritanimal go fuck yourself

@fionnwofficial: i want to meet youu 😩💛

@fionnwofficial: @pizzzaismyspiritanimal I'm sorry but please leave if you're gonna leave hate comments on my girls post, thank you 😊

@haroldsttyless: omfggg he called her "my girl" I'm dEaD

@wtfisupkyle: i ship filice

@oblivion.heart: @fionnwofficial 💛💛

Alice could feel herself smile as she turned off her phone. Fionn had stood up for her, which was something not many people actually did for her. This did not help with pushing her feelings away though, in fact, that twitter post was about. Fionn had been on her mind for what felt like forever, and he just wouldn't leave. This scared her though, developing feelings scared her more than anything else in the world and it made her wish she could just see him as a friend. Not even long ago her life only evolved around Harry Styles, and fangirling about him. But now it's like that phase never even happened. Any person she had ever fangirled about in the past, now only existed in her faint memory. Alice is completely and utterly falling for Fionn, and it's scaring the absolute shit out of her.

Alice had decided to go to that vintage themed cafe she adored so much, she just couldn't get enough of that place. While she packed all of her stuff into her bag, she heard her phone vibrate. Hoping it was him, Alice practically leapt to her phone and unlocked it. But of course, it was just another twitter fanfiction. She knew that they didn't have to talk everyday, but she secretly wished they would. She loved the sound of his voice, how deep yet soothing it was, the cute British accent her had, how it sounded like a lullaby and each time she heard it she would feel calm. 

While she locked the front door behind her, she put her earplugs into her ears and scrolled through her playlists, choosing to listen to her 'favourite songs' playlist. Alice shivered as she walked to the cafe, it was cold out and mid Winter, but she didn't mind, she adored Winter.