(Katie Bell Fanfic) Finn Marsh is certain her life is about to get back on track. So, she still occasionally has bouts of tears when she thinks about her ex-fiancé and is in no condition to date again. And sometimes wants to quit her job or throw so...
Not long after, Oliver carried a snoring Finn into her room, Katie just behind him. She quickly ran over and pulled down the comforter as Oliver laid her down and then tucked her in. Katie couldn't help but look around the room. It was airy and very much Finn, though she couldn't help but chuckle at the piles of clothing strung about.
The two then quickly made their way out of the bedroom with Katie shutting the door behind her.
"Thanks for this," Katie said, looking at Oliver.
"Don't mention it," Oliver replied with a smile. "Couldn't very well leave you two to fend for yourselves. What kind of Gryffindor would I be?"
Katie chuckled as she started for the kitchen, intending to get a bottle of water for herself and possibly for Oliver if he wanted to stick around.
When she turned to ask him, she found him staring at Finn's door with a soft expression on his face. Well, that was interesting.
"You want some water?" she asked. Oliver started a bit and turned to look at her.
"I'm fine. Should get back before my flat is destroyed," he said. Katie nodded and walked over, hugging him.
"Again, thanks," she said.
"Again - don't mention it," he said with a chuckle.
He then pulled out his wand and disappeared with a pop. Sighing, Katie went and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and then went to her room.
She was going to need plenty of rest if she was going to deal with a very hungover Finn tomorrow.
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Finn groaned as the sunlight pouring through her window hit her eyes and caused the pounding in her head to intensify. She rolled over to face her bathroom, burrowing deeper into the comforter. She then opened her eyes, noticing that she was in her room. How did she get here? Oh, god, she had blacked out at the party, hadn't she?
Rolling onto her back, she stared at the ceiling as she tried to piece together what had happened. She remembered lying on a bed. But not her bed. It smelled good. Then hearing voices in the hallway. Something about operate? No, that was strange.
She went through her memories of the party. The large, fancy-looking flat. Meeting Katie's friends. The moving photograph. Then Oliver.
Finn gasped as she shot up in the bed, then grimaced as her head pounded.
Fucking hell. She had thrown up all over Katie's hot best friend. Just after he had asked her out. There was no way he'd go out with her now. Finn fell back on her bed, wondering if she could just stay there for the rest of her life. She couldn't face Katie after last night. There was no way she'd take her around her friends anymore. Not that she wanted to face any of them again after the embarrassment of throwing up at the party. Or what she said. What had she said? Katie must have had to help her home. She would need to make it up to her.
