A Coincidence||Fionn Whitehead

13

A/n- I haven't made edits in ages and I'm getting back into the swing of things. 🐬☺️

Climbing off of the boats, Tom and Barry made their way over to the rest of the lads whilst Dotty went off in the opposite direction, a phone call she had to take. Both the boys were clinging to their coats, freezing and their legs numb from the cold air. Gratefully they took the coffees that Aneurin was offering them, Aneurin holding into the one he had made for Dotty.

Harry nodded his direction of the girl who looked stressed on the phone, "Is she okay?" He asked.

Barry shrugged whilst Tom replied, "Just some business with one of her friends. She's trying to stay out of it but it seems that she's being pulled into it." The blonde said running a hand through his hair, glancing at the girl who was approached by her father. Chris spoke to her for a brief moment and patted her on the shoulder, kissing her head and leaving her again. "Truth is, I think this isn't the first time it's happened."

"I would ask, but it's her business." Fionn said. "She does know that she can talk to us right. We might have only met a couple of weeks ago but it doesn't mean she can confide in us." The others nodded in agreement just as Dotty joined them.

"So you two,"she pointed at Tom (GC) and Barry, "have to get out of your costumes and give them back to the department and yeah, I don't know what else, Dad just told me to tell you that. I'll catch you guys later." She smiled and went to walk away but Tom stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

"I have work to do." She replied and ran off down the beach and up onto the car park by a van where she was helping unload some items, talking aimlessly to another crew member. She was passing back and forth with different props and items putting them places and taking things away.

"She really doesn't stop, does she?"

"Well it is her job, Jack."

* * *

Fionn:
How can you not like fruit cake?

Dotty:
I just don't. I don't like most fruit and mixing it with cake is awful! I don't understand how people like it.

Fionn:
Lil' odd one over here. It's okay, Dotty, I can forget this one thing.

Dotty:
...

Fionn:
I won't hold you against your terrible thoughts on a glorious type of cake. But if you tell me that you don't like the colour yellow then it's a goodbye from me.

Dotty:
I like yellow, orange is better though.

Fionn:
Ooooh, I don't know about that. Yellow wins by far!

Dotty:
Whatever you say. 🐬

Fionn:
What's with the dolphin? 🐬

Dotty:
Because you are a Dol-Fionn!!! 😂😂

Fionn:
Ha. Ha. Hilarious but I ⚫️ think you should become a comedian.

Dotty:
And from the looks of things, neither should you.

Fionn:
I'm hurt.

Dotty:
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!

Fionn:
Calm down! I was kidding. (I should be a comedian)

Dotty:
:/

Fionn:
:-)

Dotty:
Who puts noses on their smiling faces? It's just wrong!

Fionn:
I do! It's not wrong, it's fabulous.

Dotty:
It's really not. But you know who is fabulous?

Fionn:
Let me guess...you?

Dotty:
Nope! Niall Horan, he's the bomb! And Ed Sheeran....I love them❤️

Fionn:
Damn, I thought you would have played the usual card.

Dotty:
I don't think I'm fabulous. I don't think I'm awful. I think I am just Dotty•••••••••••

Fionn:
Do you now? I think you're not 'just Dotty', no one is like you, whose dad is a director and who  goes from working in McDonalds to film sets? Nobody does. You're more than simply Dotty.

Dotty:
That's sweet. Thanks. I think you're cool and different, you remind me of someone but I can't put my finger on it.

Fionn:
Me?

Dotty:
Probably, haha.

* * *

Fionn finished texting Dotty just as the 'other' Dotty came bundling over with a bag in her hand, a large grin on her face. He leaned back in his seat, amused at the girl who seemed very excited. "Guess what I've got!" She sung, waving the bag.

"What?"

"Guess!"

"A bag of potatoes?" Fionn shrugged. Dotty shook her head, her hair whipping her in her face. "A bag of mystery?"

"Nope!" She smirked popping the 'p', "But did you know bags O' mystery is Victorian slang for  sausages. There's a fun fact for you! Do you give up?"

Fionn nodded, laughing slightly, sipping his water awaiting the girl to show him. She grinned even wider before opening it to show him. "What is it?" He asked peaking into the large bag.

Little did he know that Harry was filming them as she pulled the bag over Fionn's body. This made him exclaim in shock, "it's a bag o' Fionn!" Dotty giggled and let go of the bag as Fionn tugged it over his head and dropped it onto the floor. He stared at the girl in shock, his mouth agape. Dotty stood laughing at him before her face changed to fear as Fionn stood up slowly looking as if he was a cat about to pounce on its prey. Perhaps he was going to laugh it off?

Incorrect.

Dotty broke off into a run, out of the tents, towards the car park, diving in and around the parked vans. Fionn was behind her, and went the opposite way when she rounded a van. They came to a stand still as neither moved, waiting to see what the other would do. As soon as one of them moved an inch the other would too. The pair had large smiles on their faces as they watched each other carefully. "I'll will get you back, Dotty."

"Sure you will." Dotty challenged, Fionn raised his eyebrows and Dotty screamed and ran off once again. Fionn skidded after her, laughs tumbling from his lips, his hair waving in the wind as the sea air ran through it. Dotty couldn't stop giggling and eventually collapsed onto the sand, Fionn on top of her, encasing her body into his arms and squeezing her tightly.

His fingers moved slowly at first, but later picked up the pace as they laced her body with tickles. "Fionn-stop!" She cried.

He didn't.

"F-Fionn please!"

"That sound so wrong!"

"Oh shut it Harry!"

"Make me Fionn!"