Finn Wolfhard Imagines

93 - FBI love pt.2

Well it seems my desk-neighbour was right; I should've dated him when I had the chance. It was honestly magical ... at the start. Then the honeymoon phase ended and all the reasons why I didn't wanna make a move started flooding back.

Our second year into dating, the office gifted us a weekend on a couples getaway. Well, not only was it because it was our two year anniversary but because the office felt some bad blood between Finn and I because he was always working and I mean every girlfriend wants just a tad attention from time to time but its impossible with a boyfriend who is a workaholic.

...

So .. settled into the cute little cottage in the mountains. The first night going smoothly; spa date, dinner by the beach and then.

rring rring rring

"Hey, I thought we said cell phones off," I said, enjoying the last few sips of my mocktail.

"Sorry baby, its the office," he excuses himself and answers the call.

It always is the office.

"Hey, Wolfhard speaking. Tomorrow morning? Um .. I'm- no I completely understand, I'll be there sir."

He's gotta be joking. I never got angry and if I did, it was once in a full moon and right now I'm bloody pissed. I throw the napkin from my lap onto my unfinished dinner and storm off towards the cottage. Might as well pack his stuff up for him.

He takes a while to catch up and once he did, his suitcase was on the bed and all his clothes were on the bed and being the nice, caring girlfriend I was I neatly help him pack them into the bag.

"What are you doing?" He asks as if its the most important question to ask me right now as if it wasn't obvious.

"You're a detective Finn, you can put two and two together," rolling my eyes at him.

"Hey, talk to me," he tries to reach out to me but right now, I would accidentally hurt him like he's hurting me in this very moment.

But, after all, I'm still human so hurting badly like this leads to my emotional self making a slight appearance. Finn, catches on immediately.

"Hey-"

"Urgh!" I chuck the t-shirt roughly across the room and press my palms against my eyes to hide the tears. I was not used to crying, especially a boy.

"Y/N-"

"You said that I'd get to have you for the weekend. No disturbances, no work related calls. Just us. We haven't had that in ages Finn. Why can't you just tell them you can't go?"

"Because it's my job Y/N, it's important," he tries to consolidate me but it only makes me madder when he says those words as well as reach for a hug to reassure me but I push his arms away.

"And I'm not?!"

Stop crying. Stop crying.

I wipe my tears away and rush out the room, expecting him to follow me. To apologise, to do something, anything. But nothing. I silently creep back towards the room and see him staring down at the ground, replaying my words in his head. After a moment, he starts to put his clothes in his bag.