Finn Wolfhard Imagines

89 - comparison to the ex

I flew home to surprise Finn for his birthday because I promised him I'd celebrate it every year no matter what. He would be finished at 8pm with filming because he said so himself, giving him 30 minutes to get home.

8:30pm on the dot, all his favourite foods were set on the dining table. I smile in satisfaction. Good job Y/N.

I sat at the dining table and waited. Any second now.

But ... 8:30pm turned to 9pm turned to 11pm then into midnight.

I whipped out my phone and dialled all his friends: Gaten, Caleb, Malcolm, Ayla, Jack and even called his mom but all of them said the same thing, "haven't heard from him since he left set at 8." So where the hell was he?

I'm just gonna call him. Fuck the surprise. One phone call going to voicemail led into 10 then into 50.

Then a couple hours turned into a whole night. The sun began to rise and my eyelids were so heavy.

Suddenly, the lock clicks open. FINALLY.

I get up from the dining room and stomp to the door, there he stood looking at my suitcases confusedly. His hair was really disheveled and his top was buttoned unevenly. He never was one to drink so what else could've happened.

"Welcome home," his eyes meet mine, shock was all I saw, "I mean, I was suppose to say that to you last night but you didn't come home so ..."

"Y/N, you're here."

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"I thought you were still in Paris."

"I should be but I made a promise to you, to always celebrate your birthday. Every year. I fly back in approximately 24 hours."

An instant flash of guilt washed over his face, "I thought you forgot. I'm sorry."

"So ... where'd you go last night?" I ask, obviously pissed but pure curiosity.

He gives a short laugh, "I was out with Gaten and the boys," a flat out lie.

My blood begins to seriously boil, "did you seriously just lie to me?" My eyebrows furrow.

He's caught off guard, "and you're seriously questioning me? On my birthday. I don't see you for weeks and you're accusing me."

"I'm not accusing, I know you're lying. I called Gaten and Caleb and Jack and Malcolm. They didn't know where you went after you left set at 8. So, I will ask you one last time before I seriously lose my mind. Finn, where did you go last night?" I say, each word slow and easy for him to understand.

He sighs tiredly, "honestly, sometimes I wish you were Millie," he mutters but I heard it. Loud and clear. Tears rush to my eyes and my blood boils at an extreme rate where it became uncontrollable. I completely lost my shit the moment I heard her name.

He finally realises what he said and breaths out heavily, "Y/N ... I'm sorry--" he runs his fingers through his hair and for a split second his shirt dips revealing a trail of purple bruises down his chest. Hickeys.

I bit down on my lip to stop the tears from falling. You're actually serious!

I stomp up the stairs and swing our bedroom door so hard that the door slams into the wall. I hear his footsteps following.

I head to the closet first and grab all the suitcases that could fit all of my things. I've had enough of this.

I grab all my clothes that were hanging and just chuck them into the suitcase, he stands at the doorway, "what are you doing?"

"Don't you dare talk to me right now. I'm leaving, we're done. We're soo done."

"Y/N..."

I face him dead on, my finger pointed at him, "do not patronise me, Wolfhard or I swear to god I will do something I will regret."

My facial expressions soften, "you slept with her, Finn. You chose her, after everything she's done," I choke up on my words and end up having a tear fall down my cheek, "I was there for you. Every time she broke up with you, I was there. Not her, me. But I guess I was never enough, was I? Or else you wouldn't have done what you did last night," he becomes completely speechless. I go back to packing, stuffing all my zip up my suitcase. I have too many things, I can't take it all with me today. I groan in frustration and carry it downstairs with the rest of my belongings.

"Y/N ... wait--"

"I'll have someone come collect all of my things. I don't want a single call from you or a text to say how sorry you are. If you do, I'm pressing charges. We're done."

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A/N: A bit extreme aye?