Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 28 - Angel

And then you'd laugh at me

And be asking me, if I'm gonna be home next week

And you'd lie with me, till I fall asleep...

I turned around quickly to stop Liam from seeing me. What was Liam doing here? And why was he with Jimmy?

"That's your brother?" Jack repeated what I had said in an amusing manner. I felt a sense of lightheadedness, the simple 180 turn making me lose my step as I leant my hand against the wall.

"Yes, it is," I answered, my breathing faltering, my fingers curling and uncurling against the plain wallpaper.

"Are you okay?" Finn said, coming round to face me.

"Is he looking, is he looking at us?" I asked quickly, scanning the room for a toilet.

"No, you're fine, they're going into the ballroom," he said, looking at someone behind me.

I smirked at the word 'ballroom' falling from Finn's lips. He noddes his head to Jack and Ella, and I heard them shuffling away as well. I closed my eyes, steadying my breathing. What was happening? Why was I getting so dramatic about this?

"We can leave, if you want to," He offered. Focus. Focus. Focus on something.

I grabbed his hand, brushing the pads of my thumbs over his knuckles. "No," I had not realised just how quiet my voice was. "It's fine."

"When you said your brother was Liam, I didn't know," He stuttered, trying to think of something to say.

"No, it's not your fault, how could you know? I'm just surprised, and a bit overwhelmed. I'll just hide from him," I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded my head, still feeling slightly dizzy. Finn took my hand in his, taking a glance at me before leading us to the door. I pulled on his hand, stopping. "Does he work for Jimmy?" I asked.

He looked down, stroking my hands. "I think you know the answer to that question, Fray."

I shut my eyes, squezzing them tightly and trying to forget who I had just seen. Liam, my brother Liam. A drug dealer? "What does he do?"

"He's another supplier, good friends with Jimmy. Look, if you want to go, we can." He said.

I smiled at him, shaking my head. He won't see you, I told myself.

"I like your tattoo by the way." I looked up at him. I'd forgotten that wearing my hair up and a low back dress would expose the usually hidden ink on the back of my neck. I'd got it done when I was 17, with permission from Liam. Two swallows, flying away from each other, the claws of both of their feet hanging on to the stringed handle of a dreamcatcher.

"When you tell me about yours, I'll tell you about mine," I said, walking towards the entrance with him. Ushers opened the double doors for us, one nodding at Finn. I didn't question it as I had become used to it.

The doors opened to a grand cirular ballroom, filled with masked figures. To one side, an open bar, as well as men in waistcoats and bow ties scattered among the guests. The contrast of their crisp white shirts stood out against the vary of colours in the crowd. On the other side, an open band played live music, whilst a tall lady dressed in black sung and swayed along. I stared at her, watching the way she movement to the beat of the song, encaptured by the melody.

"Surprised? Not as sophisticated as you thought?" Finn teased, noticing my reaction.

Most of the guests were on the dancefloor, others ordering drinks and some chatting on a balcony surrounding the hall, giving a perfect view to everything that was going on. Finn took my hand, pulling me torwards the edge of the dancefloor. A small group was there, and I almost immediately recognised Harry's mad chesnut curls.