Fillie- a love story

Laced fingers

Millie's pov

I woke up to silence. I opened my eyes to look around, to see that I was in Finns room. I looked to the side of me to see Finn, on his phone. He must've heard me start to shuffle around, so he turned off his phone and laid on his side towards me.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" He asked me, with concern in his eyes.

"Uh, yeah." I said, and sat up, running a hand through my hair.

"Well, I brought you to my house after we went to the cops about what happened. Hopefully you don't mind, you just fell asleep and I didn't want your mom to catch me carrying you to your room." He said, and I smiled.

"It's fine." I said, and stood up. I felt him take my hand, standing up too. I grabbed his other one, and intertwined our fingers together. I looked up at him and smiled, and put my head in his chest. We let go of our locked hands, and I hugged him. He hugged me back, resting his chin on top of my head.

"I never loved anyone like I love you, Millie. Please never leave me, I need you in my life." I heard him say, and I smiled.

"I don't plan on leaving." I backed out of the hug, and saw him smile. I looked up to him as he was looking down at me, and he leaned in.

His lips were placed against mine, and I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He was kissing soft and slow, and I liked it.

I stood on my tip toes and put my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to me. I felt the presence of his hand on my hip, and another one on my back.

After a while, I leaned back from the kiss. I made eye contact with him, our faces close enough for our noses to touch. I smiled, and he did too, before I went back into the kiss, harder.

Finn did too, and I stopped myself from smiling. I felt him move forwards, making me take steps backwards. After a few steps I ended up falling on my back against the bed, with Finn still on top of me, since we aren't stopping.

I felt his lips leave mine, then I felt them again down on my neck.

"Finn." I whispered, enough for him to hear me.

"Yeah?" He asked, stopping.

"Come on, we need to get ready." I said, and he groaned. I laughed, and he got off of me. I stood up and looked around.

"Can I use your bathroom to shower?" I asked, and he nodded.

"I'll be showering in the hallways bathroom." He said, and I nodded, and he winked at me. I laughed, and walked into his bathroom.

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I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was getting longer, long enough to be lower than shoulder length. It stuck to my body, because it was wet. I wrapped a towel around my body, and then walked out to grab one of Finns shirts.

I walk out, and at the same time, I see Finn walk into his room, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower waist.

I widened my eyes, and he did too. We are literally standing here, naked.

He has muscles, which I've seen before. It's not like we haven't seen this before, right? It's just a towel that's there instead of clothes.

And can easily fall off.

No, Millie.

"Um, I-uh-um-"

Finn stopped what he was saying, and I saw his face get red.

I just smiled and looked down, not wanting to look at him anymore, too distracting.

"I can leave.." he said, and I looked up at him again.

"Okay." I said, and we both laughed. He closed the door, and I was alone.

I walked over to his closet and found a hoodie I could wear, and a pair of his adidas sweatpants.

I got dressed and then I opened the door, to see Finn still standing there. He looked at me, then looked me up and down.

"You look cute in my clothes." He said, and I smiled.

"Speaking of clothes, you should get some on." I said, and he smirked at me.

"Eh." He said, and we laughed. I took his hand and pulled him inside the room, and then turned around.

"Open the door when you're done." I said, and left his room. I was looking outside of it, the hallway. There were pictures of him and Nick, his older brother that is in college. There were some of his parents too. After a while, I heard the door open, and I looked at him. He was wearing a white T-shirt and adidas sweatpants, and I smiled.

"We are matching." He said, and I laughed a little.

"Copier." I said, as he took my hand, pulling me back into the room.

"Those are my clothes, so basically you're the copier." Finn said, and I smiled.

"Okay." I said, kissing his cheek.

"You missed." He said, puckering his lips out for me to kiss.

"No I didn't." I said, and he looked at me. I laughed and ran out of the room, downstairs. He chased after me, and eventually caught up to me, bringing us down onto the living room floor. He was on top of me, pinning me down.

"Yeah you did." He said, and my smile grew.

"Yeah you did" I said, mocking him and his American accent.

"Are you mocking me?" He asked, and he smiled. I felt his grip tighten on my wrists he was pinning down next to my head, and his curly hair bounced a little.

"Are you mocking me?" I said again, mocking his American accent.

"Stop mocking me." He said, and I smiled.

"Make me." I said, and he smiled.

"Well, since you're so desperate." He said, and placed his lips against mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss back, smiling in the kiss.

He pulled out of the kiss, and I lifted my head off the ground to kiss him again, but he moved his head back farther so I couldn't.

"Wow," he said, then leaned down to whisper in my ear, our chests touching now, "so desperate." He finished, and I got butterflies.

He didn't move his head, instead I felt him place little kisses right underneath my ear.

I started giggling, because it was ticking me, and I heard him let out a low laugh.

As he continued to place kisses down my neck, his hands let go of my wrists, and slid them up to my hands, lacing ours together.

"I'm not desperate, you are." I said, and he stopped kissing my neck to look up at me.

"You're right." He whispered, and I smiled. I turned my head to the side and looked at our hands together, next to my head, fingers laced together. I felt Finns curly hair against my cheek and jaw, and realized he was kissing my neck that I exposed.

He stopped, and I felt his head laying against my shoulder. I smiled, and didn't turn my head away from our hands. I felt his head move down to my collarbone, so his head is laying on my chest, facing our hands also. We were looking at them for a while, until he let go. He used his finger to trace along the palm of my hand, and I smiled.

"I love you, Millie." He said, his voice deepened.

"I love you too." I said, and I felt his smile present, along with mine.

But only some endings, have a happy one.

Lol you're welcome for that last sentence, are they gonna have a happy ending??