𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 ❥ FACK || [COMPLETED]

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

(Just to let you know, Chapters will come out every week from now on, but on random days. And they won't be as long as they were when I first started off this book. But I hope you Enjoy!!💗)

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WEDNESDAY - ON SET - 11 AM

Finn and Jack ended up siting there for about half an hour until Andy finally came back — face to face with the two boys cuddled together on the floor, Finns eyes and cheeks puffy and red from crying.

"Hello?" He joked with a laugh.

"Hey." Jack forced a smile.

Finn only waved.

Confusion hitting hard, Andy ignored the situation in front of him and hoisted the two of them up, leading them out of the room and back to the others.

When everyone took sight of Finn and Jack, they started smiling and giggling, like annoying little kids.

Confused, Finn and Jack decided to just ignore them and walk on. As they were about to sit down, they had only just realized their hands still connected, and they instantly pulled away from each other, splitting up and sitting on either side of the room.

"Awe." Sophia pouted playfully.

Jack hushed her quiet. Embarrassed and frustrated.

"Sorry not sorry!" She teased.

Jack rolled his eyes, but Finn buried his face deeper into his knees, his grip on his jeans tightening and the heat in his face rising — his face so red it was too obvious that he was flustered as hell.

"Can we just get on with it?" Jack huffed, crossing his arms and slumping low into his chair.

"Of course?" Andy agreed - still confused but not questioning anything.

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FINNS HOTEL ROOM - 7:12 PM

Finn laid on his bed; hands behind his head and legs crossed over each other as he stared at the ceiling.

Originally, he wanted to sleep early. But due to his new-found insomnia, he decided it was best to not irritate himself by trying and failing.

He didn't want to talk to anyone. Not after today. Not after having to spend his afternoon embarrassed and enraged at himself. Not after having to spend all of today with Jack - the one person he actually wanted to just ignore.

When the sound of the door squeaking open caught his attention, he was quick to sit up and steady himself by gripping his hands on the sheets, his eye sight making his vision wobble but his body staying in perfect place.

Sophia smiled at the sight of Finn and his curly hair. It was long, longer than she would've liked it to be, but knowing that it was going to be cut (for the show) gave her closure.

"Hey, Finn." She smiled, quietly closing the door and slumping against it.

"Hi."

They were silent for a moment. Finn found the silence awkward, but Sophia just smiled in comfort. She didn't mind the quiet between them, especially when she knew it was with Finn.

"So, I know you're not very talkative," She pushed her body up from the door and started making her way towards him. "But I'd really love it if you came down and joined us for dinner tonight. You've been closing yourself in your room any chance you can get."

Finn only grunted, anxiety running through him.

Should I go? Would it make her sad if I didn't? I really don't want to though. I don't want to look at anyone. I just want silence. To be alone. To not have to worry about anyone or anything. But she's so kind to me, too kind at that. Why can't life just be how I want it to be? Why can't I live it the way I want? No. Don't say that. You're being over-dramatic. God! Just give me an answer brain. Please. Just an answer. Any answer. Yes or no!

"Sure."

It just came out. He didn't even get to make any decision, it just spilled from his mouth. Her face - that smile she was making, it made him say it.

"Thank you!" She jumped happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him close.

Finn didn't mind the hugging. Actually, it made him calm down. Sophia was one of the only people here who was still her old self - her old cheery self. And it made Finn feel comfort in being here. Knowing he was here with someone like their old self made him relax, his shoulders not tensing as much whenever he was around everyone.

And even though he noticed this, he still couldn't help but feel scared. The sickness in his tummy making him want to cry.

Sophia gently grabbed his hand. "Come on then! No need to dress up or anything, we can just go down like this."

Finn actually ended up smiling. For the first time in a long time, he made a genuine smile. It wasn't a fake smile; not the smile he made for the cameras. It was a smile that made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Sophia would get him through all of this.