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imagine two pt two | fw | heather
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finn rushed back into the living room, plopping himself down on the couch. his mind was spiraling with all these different thoughts and emotions. do i love her? no. there's no way.. we're best friends. best friends don't love each other in that way. but.. he was cut off by his thoughts as a pair of fingers snapped him out of his daze. he looked up and there she was. the girl who just admitted her feelings for him to his mom. the girl that he — might — feel that way about too. but grace—
"hey dinner is ready. mary told me to come get y- woah are you okay?" she asked. she took notice of his shaking figure and inhaled. "you're shaking. finn are you okay? what's wrong?" she kneeled down in front of him. finn took one look at her and knew he couldn't do this. it was all too much too fast so, he ran. as he got upstairs he slammed his door shut and paced around his room. soon enough, a very worried y/n bursted through the door. "finn look at me" she walked up to him and placed her hands on either side of his face, making him look at her. "what's wrong?" she asked.
it was an unexplainable feeling, one that he hadn't felt until that moment but he knew. he knew. "i love you" he mumbled. somehow y/n also knew. sure it was three words they so carelessly threw around at each other daily but they both knew that this time, it meant something different. it meant something deeper.
as they were both about to lean in to kiss, finn gently shook his head. "i can't" he whispered. both foreheads were leaning on each other's as they held hands. y/n sadly nodded. "i get it" she mumbled feeling the tears threaten to spill. finn took notice of this and quickly corrected himself, "i mean, i can't kiss you until i tell grace. it wouldn't be fair to her" y/n understandably nodded. she would also be hurt if the tables were flipped. "i'll tell her when she gets back from carolina. dumping her through text seems a little harsh" he whispered. y/n gently nodded her head again as he placed a sly kiss on her forehead.
