Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

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.Grimmy's POV

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(( Ten minutes prior ))

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My palm grazed the frail tops of the straw packets as I reached over them, ducking my hand under the napkin dispenser.

By now, the loud sound of chatter surrounding me had turned into a monotone drawl, only emphasizing the fact that I was still waiting for our food and Harry was still waiting for me. But I mean, I get it. It's a new cafe and it's lunch time.

I sighed softly when I pulled out a small stack of sheepishly decorated napkins, placing them into my other hand so I could get some straws as well. However this time, my actions were cut short by the movement of black material in my peripheral.

I immediately looked up, eyeing the open patio through the thick archway in front of me, my eyes squinting when they located the suited man. He was running down the sidewalk, luging a medium sized box, many papers, and a scroll-like tube in his full hands.

I pulled my eyes away awkwardly when the man's head turned towards me for a slight moment, before he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Grimmy?!" A voice gasped, and my breath caught in my throat. I looked back up to meet the man's wide eyes.

It was only then that I realized whom this uptight businessman was, and believe me, he definitely isn't one.

Finlay.

My lips parted, but no sound came out. He spun on his heels and jogged over to me, his hands barely holding onto his abundance of things.

"Thank god you're here! I was supposed to be off, but they switched my presentation meeting to today at one instead of tomorrow," His voice was panicked and shaky, as my eyes scanned over his appearance. From up close, I was only assured as to why I hadn't recognized him at first.

His hair was now neatly pulled back, with no pieces dangling into his eyes, and his usually exposed shoulders were now tamed in a stiff looking suit. His eyes were sleep-ridden and rimmed with red, his cheeks flushed as well, as his breath came out in small breathless pants. It was odd seeing him sober.

"Long story short, my car wouldn't start and my meeting is going to start in ten minutes. Clearly running was not the best decision,"

"I can drive you,"

I paused just as he did, a slight panic rising in my stomach.

A part of me was slightly okay with my sudden outburst, considering the food would only be ready in about 10 minutes anyway and I was sure I would be back by then. I mean, if he decided to run instead of calling a cab, especially with all of that stuff, the building must be pretty close.

But, then there was the other part of me that was shouting out curse words and smacking myself.

Why did I offer?

He taunts me about Harry all the time, and he was happy when Harry got arrested. Plus, I was supposed to be eating lunch with Harry right now. I should have just walked away after he called out my name.

Be nice, Grimmy.

"Would you really?" Finlay gawked, loosing his grip on the box for a slight moment before messily catching it. I laughed lightly, almost dryly actually, and then nodded.