Finn Wolfhard Imagines (Book 2)

Secret Crush(2) - Finn

PART 2 MOTHA FUCKAS

Recap: You secretly CRUSHING, practically in love with your brother's best friend, Finn. You hangs hang out all day with your brother Malcolm and in the evening you decided to fo to your room. You left your phone by accident and Finn grabbed it, secretly looking through it because he's worried about you. He ended up hitting the text app and saw the nickname which admit that you're in love with him.

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Your P.O.V

Everything was blocked out as I watch Finn lips moved. I bit my lip, gazing up at his eyes now. "Y/n..." He says loudly, getting my attention.

"Hm-yeah?"

"You left your phone outside, I came to give you it." My eyes widen as he hands me my phone.

"Oh-thanks! I didn't realised it." He nods, looking uncomfortable. His hand was on my door knob but he didn't move an inch. There was something in his eyes, something he wants to say. He even open his lips slightly before closing it. "Is there anything you want to say?" I mentioned.

"No, not at all. I'm gonna be going now-so uh...bye." Finn closed the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

A week later, Finn's been acting strange. He would always talk to me but his body language, it was really off. Like he knew something I don't. Like he  wanted to tell me but couldn't.

Homecoming is coming up and I still don't have a date. It's a week away and I really want to ask Finn, yet I'm too chicken. It was a weekend, the sun starting to go down when I heard voices from across the hall. I automatically knew Finn was here and I look in my mirror. There you could see my door wide open, Finn sitting on Malcolm's bed. But he was staring right at me. When I met his eyes he quickly looked away.

I bit my lower lip, hearing another Male's voice. "Y/n, I'm here!" I completely forgot. I invited to new boy over today, Timothée Chalamet. He's pretty cool and he's in all my classes.

"Hey Timothée!" I smiled, letting him in my room.

"Not so fast!" Malcolm yells, stopping us. "Who the hell is pretty boy?"

"My friend Timothée." I mumbled. "We're just hanging out to watch a movie." He let's out a throaty laugh, shaking his head. "Nope, if y'all wanna watch a movie. Y'all gotta be in my room!"

"We'll watch in the living room."

"Nope, come on!" I glared at him, grabbing Timothée's wrist. "Sorry about him." I grumbled to him.

"It's all good!" He laughs.

I stop in my tracks, suddenly remembering. "Actually we got permission from mom."

"Quit lying."

"No, call her. She told me it's fine that I can have Timothée in my room."

"Quit bullshittng. There's no way mom would let you have a boy in your room while she forbids me."

"It's because she trusts me more. Now bye!"

"LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN!" I heard mom yell from downstairs. I rolled my eyes, leaving it open a crack. Malcolm did his own doing and open it wide. Timothée was on the edge of my bed, looking around. "This place ain't bad." He smile.

"It's alright." I respond. During the movie he moved halfway through it, laying next to me. He came a week ago and he's been pretty cool. Lots of girls are drooling over him but he doesn't pay them mind, he told me at school today that I'm the only one he considers a friend. Malcolm didn't leave like him and Finn have planned, they stayed put in his room. I could feel their eyes on me and Malcolm glaring at him. Finn, he just had a blank expression. "I really hate this white chick." Timothée groans as the girl was running from the killer and tripped over thin air.

I burst out laughing. "You're white too so shut up. Must be some kind of joke because it's always the white girl making dumb decisions. Kind of racist, offensive, lot of opinions. But it's funny as hell."

"Couldn't agree more."

"Yeah, hey I'm gonna make some popcorn." I said, getting up. "You want anything else?"

"Yes, any junk food you want." He winks. I laughed, making my way to the kitchen.

Downstairs while I was waiting for the popcorn I chewed on a twizzler. "Hey."

"JESUS!" I screamed, almost pissing my pants. I turn to see Finn standing a foot away from me. "You trying to kill me?"

He gave me a genuine smile. "No, I just...wanted to come say hi."

"Well hi...."

"Also I wanted to talk."

"About what?" My heart was racing now as I waited for him to reply.

"Well, about us." Oh dear god. Don't tell me someone found out I liked him and told him. When he saw my expression he quickly talked, kind of ranting. "It's not anything bad...at least I don't know - I'm not exactly sure. I mean - it - just don't get mad."

"Mad? Mad about what?"

"I...forget it."

"Finn." I warned, hearing the microwave go off. Great, now I'm sure I burnt it. "What is it?"

He sighs. "Please don't kill me."

"Just let it out!" I snapped. "It can't be that freaking bad, Finn. "Unless you like went through my phone and found something you shouldn't have." I laughed. That was until I saw his facial expression. "My god Finn! I can't believe you would do something like that? When was it? Why did it go through my phone!"

"I was just worried about you!" He confessed. "You were off the day we went for pizza last week. I'm sorry."

As much as I wanted to throat punch him, my anger vanished when he confessed he was worried about me. "You were worried about me?" I couldn't control my lips tugging upwards.

"Yeah, I just wanted to know if anyone was like harassing you or something, so I could beat their ass."

"Finn!" I laughed. "You can't even throw a punch!"

"I know..." He smiles before going serious. "But I just wanted to ask one question." I gulped, millions of thoughts running through my head as he approached me. So much that it wasn't until my back was pressed against the counter and his chest against mine that he spoke. "Are you in love with me?"