Finn Wolfhard Imagines

66 - things change

I just wanted to sleep. My eyelids were heavy, desperate to shut temporarily. My feet were dragging across the sidewalk, tripping a few times.

I look ahead and my feet stop in their spot. What did I have to bump into him now of all times?

But wait ... what's that?

A stream of blood rollings down the side of his face as I look onto the road and see damaged cars surrounded by ambulances wheeling people to the back and police cars and officers who are questioning other people. On his lap, a child sat crying. Finn shushing the child, shaking his leg.

"Finn?" I unintentionally let out but it was loud enough for him to here.

Despite the situation, he still manages to put on a smile, "oh hey Y/N."

I rush over to his side, "what happened?"

"A car crash. I don't know who's child this is. But he ran onto the road and I tried to stop it. The driver swerved and hit the tree and the cars behind lost control and it just caused a whole mess. Now the child won't stop crying."

"It's because you have boney ass legs," I hold my hands out and the child mirrors my actions as I lift him into my arms, grasping him against my chest as he suddenly rests his head on my shoulder and suddenly, from what I expect, fell asleep, "...or maybe he was just tired," I interlock eye contact with Finn and the stream of blood catches my eye.

I remove the jacket slung over my shoulder bag and wipe the blood off with one hand while the other cradles the child. He looks at me in confusion.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you hate me?"

"Trust me Wolfhard, I still do but ... um ... I guess some thing's change."

He places his hand over mine as I stop wiping and stare into his eyes, "you're cute when you don't want to admit things aloud, you know," my heart rattles against my ribcage, my cheeks a slight shade of pink, "go on Y/N, just say you love me."

And there was the egotistic ass we all know and love.

I roll my eyes and turn around the moment I felt a slight smile creep onto my face.