CHAPTER 18:
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Finn’s POV
The second Cinnie spotted me in her doorway, her face brightened and she leapt into my arms.
I heard her heavy, nervous breathing as her head lay on my shoulder, and I could tell she was caught off guard.
When she pulled back, she excitedly asked, “Why are you here? I mean, not that I mind, but I just wasn’t expecting you.
She was babbling, and I noticed she had a slightly worried look on her face. What had been going on?
She reached for both my hands, and looked up at me with her beautiful green orbs, and asked me again, “Why are you here?”
I smirked, “I just thought I’d surprise my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?”
She smiled, moving in to kiss me.
“Not at all,” she whispered as she gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, another boy around our age walked towards the door. He had shabby dirty blonde hair, a toned body, and piercing blue eyes. He was looking around, probably looking for someone.
He popped his head out of the door and I could see him through the doorway, “Cinnie?”
Cinnie whipped her head around and a worried look came over her face once again.
“Hey Nate!” she spoke with a strained voice, “sorry to leave you. Finn here decided to show up on my doorstep and surprise me.”
“Charming,” he answered in a sarcastic voice.
I didn’t like this guy already. He obviously looked pissed that he didn’t have Cinnie all to himself, but maybe I should give him a chance. I wasn’t one to judge and they seemed to be good friends.
“I actually just landed a couple hours ago. I travelled here by jet” I explained.
Cinnie hugged me and whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Nate awkwardly coughed in the background and Cinnie finally remembered she had a guest.
Flustered, she turned around and released from the hug.
“Could I call you some other time, Nate?”
“Sure, whatever,” he said looking pissed off. He grabbed his wallet and stormed through the door, almost shoving me completely out of the way.
Once he was out of sight, I ask, “What was his problem?”
Cinnie blushes and realizes I saw her looking embarrassed.
“Cin, what’s going on?”
She looks away and bites her lip, “Okay, I know we promised to be honest, so I’m just going to say it,” she pauses before continuing, “I think Nate may have been trying to make a move on me.”
What?! Did I just hear that correctly?
My jaw drops, “That asshat! I thought there was something off, especially when I arrived and surprised you and everything, but I never thought-”
“He tried to kiss me.” She says this in a low tone as if it’s her fault. Why is she feeling guilty?
“He WHAT?!” my voice raises, “Cin, you can’t see him anymore. Promise me you won’t.”
Still in the doorway, Cinnie looks up at me curiously.
“Finn, you can’t ask me to do that. Nate is my friend,” she continues in a lower tone as she stresses the last word.
My voice raises even higher, “I’m your boyfriend. What authority does he have?!”
“He was my first!” Cinnie bursts, and her tone finally raises. She immediately covers her face.
“First boyfriend? First kiss? First what, Cinnie?”
She talks quietly again, as if she wishes no one would hear this, even me.
“The first.. The first boy I slept with.”
I breathe heavily, and can’t believe what I have just heard. I mean, of course I knew she wasn’t a virgin. She was Cinnie Westbrook, any boy would kill to even have a date with her. I was with her when she hooked up with Byron, and God knows how many other boys she had done other things with. But she was mine, and I didn’t expect for her to still be close to the boy she lost her virginity to. She was mine now.
“But you didn’t kiss right? Nothing happened?”
“No… but…”
I raise my voice again, “But what?!"
Cinnie bit her lip again, and I could see tears forming in her eyes, “Finn, please stop yelling at me.”
“Just tell me,” I whisper, tears forming in my own.
“We easily could have kissed if you hadn’t interrupted.”
"I interrupted?! Are you serious right now, Cinnie?!”
Cinnie looked down and was definitely crying now. She quickly wiped the tears off her face, and opened her mouth to speak, but I couldn’t listen anymore. I had left my family on the holidays and planned this whole surprise for her while she was busy hanging out and almost kissing the first guy she’d fucked.
I couldn’t think straight. I turned around and half ran to the elevator so I could get the hell out of this building. I paused before entering the elevator, and yelled, “Not that you care, but I got you this before I left. I hope you fucking like it.”
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Cinnie’s POV
I slammed the door behind me and ran to my room, my emotions clouding my senses. I barely made it to my bed before I started weeping uncontrollably.
I curled into a ball and just let it all out. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known hanging out with Nate couldn’t have ended well. Old sparks can always cause a flame.
I cried for what seemed like hours, but when I checked my phone with no notifications, it turned out to be only forty minutes of misery.
I lay in my bed until I realized the gift Finn had left me was still lying outside my door. I slowly got up and made my way to the door, then reached to pick up the little blue box.
I close the door again, and head back to my room. I blow my nose and wipe away some more tears before slowly opening the box. A note lays on top of a beautiful gold necklace in the shape of a key.
Sometimes the most thoughtful gifts come in the smallest boxes. You hold the key to my heart, and I thought it was time everyone (including you) knew that. Merry Christmas, Finn xx
My eyes watered a new set of tears, and I realized how badly I had messed up. I reached for my phone and typed a frantic message.
You hold the key to my heart, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. Call me so we can talk. I miss you. Cinnie xxx
I reread the text, making sure it was the right thing to say to a probable emotionally unstable Finn.
I held my breath for a couple seconds and clicked send. Now I would wait.
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