Chapter 16 - Finny

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He was right on time the following morning.

“Do you want me to drive you?” My mom smiled, peering out the window.

“Yup, I’m just fine.” I grabbed my backpack.

“Hmm… so clearly,” she sipped her coffee. “You’re good with learning other languages.” She winked at me and I flushed, knowing what she meant. 

I walked out, tugging on my teal jacket and got into his truck.

“Did you look your parents in the eye?”

“Nope, not at all.”

He laughed and started driving. He glanced down. “Shit.”


“I think I left my sketch pad back home with my outline for my new piece. Is it in the back?” I looked, shaking my head. “I have to run home.” He muttered. He spun the wheel, looking tense.

‘Is that a b-big deal?” I asked. He didn’t respond. He pulled up in front of a small looking house that was older; it reminded me of a little log cabin.

“Be right back.’ He walked inside, and then returned a beat later. He tossed the sketch pad in the back, and sped to school, silent. My heart was racing, my whole energy was affected by him. We arrived for school and got out, walking along side each other with that silence. “Forget where I live, okay?”

‘Oh, okay?” I was so confused by his statement. He left me in the lobby, baffled.

I spent my day zoning in and out. It was so hard focus. I kept wondering about why he said to forget where he lived, who cares if I knew? It was just strange. What did he think? That’d I’d start stalking him?

I met up with him yet again, thankful he’d still bring me back home. I was a bit fearful he’d just ditch me, since he seemed so angry this morning.

“T-Thanks for taking me home.” I said as he drove. He nodded. “Are you mad that you took me this m-morning?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because you seem c-crabbier than usual. I figured it was because I know w-where you live now. I’m not a creep; I’m not going to s-show up at your house.”

“That’s not why I’m crabby, I’ve never been called crabby before by the way.”

“No? Shocking.” I mumbled. He glanced at me with a smirk; I saw just the smallest traces of dimples. “S-Sorry.”

‘It’s fine,” he pulled up in front of my house. “I’ll see you later.”



I looked at him. “Thanks for d-driving me home. I’d…” I trailed off, shaking my head. I got out of the car. He followed me out.

‘What were you going to say?”

“Nothing,” I opened my front door.

“That’s very frustrating to not finish your sentences. It pisses me off actually.”

“Mood change, w-why do you seem so mad?”

“I,” he stopped talking.

I scowled. “L-Look who can’t form a s-sentence now?”

“Finley!” my mom cheered. “Who is this?”

“This is Harry Styles. This is my mom.”

“Lillian, it’s nice to meet a friend of Finny’s.”

“Finny?” he smirked at me. “Nice to meet you too,”

“Mom,” I grumbled. “Harry was just leaving.”

“Oh no he wasn’t,” she smiled. “Come inside for dinner,”

“It’s early,” I said quickly.

“It’s never too early for a good dinner. I won’t take no as an answer.”

“Thank you,” he said after a moment, stepping inside. I sighed, screaming internally. He walked behind me as we headed to the dining room. “Finny?” he said again in a low whisper.

“Oh s-shut up,” I smacked him gently. He had a seat after shaking my dad’s hand, it was strange at first but my parents were way too chatty to let it be a dinner of forks hitting the plates. They asked about the town, and told him of their research. I don’t think he was interested but I appreciated that he listened attentively.

“That was great, thank you.”

“No problem Harry,” My dad smiled. “It’s nice to meet someone Finny hangs out with. I haven’t seen that Taylor boy around that your mom told me about.”

“He got busy.” I mumbled. Harry went stiff a bit.

“Ah, well, that’s understandable. I have to go type up a few papers. Nice meeting you.”

“You too,”

My mom cleaned up, booting us to the living room. I sat next to him. “S-Sorry about that.”

“You didn’t tell them what he did?”

“What who did?”

“Taylor, he attacked you. I thought you would have at least told them.”

“I didn’t t-tell anyone.”

His fists balled. “Why the hell wouldn’t you tell? He is a bastard. Who knows what he would have done to you Finley.”

“I… he made it c-clear how much power his family has. T-There was no point. I’m the new girl; it would have l-looked like I wanted a-attention. I would have been m-mocked horribly, tortured, and he would have looked like the b-big man. I told him to stay the h-hell a-away from me.” He looked so mad. ‘W-Why are you angry?”

“The image of your face, horrified on the ground, shaking, crying, is burned into my brain. Of course I’m not happy about it.”


“Yeah, oh,”

‘Why do you c-care?” I whispered. “You don’t really e-even talk to me that much.”

“I talk to you more than anyone.”

I smiled. “That’s s-sad.”

‘Yeah,” he laughed. “It is.” He stared at me with a warm smile, after a moment he broke eye contact. “I better go.”

“All right, sorry for them k-kidnapping you.”

“It was nice,” he got up and I walked him to the door. “See you around Finny.”

I glared. “That better not be in a m-mocking tone.”

“No mocking whatsoever.”

He strolled off, leaving me with a big smile.

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