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I knew he was crossing lines with me that he hadn’t ever crossed with girls. He was getting personal, intimate in a way other than sex. You can always see how people look at you, you can remember the first time your eyes met. The stare is pretty empty, it's flat but still a bit alive. Now it felt like he was seeing me, it felt like he was reading me and taking in my words. Focus was always given to me, attention, and his eyes seemed full now.
He was drawing me often for his piece, trying to find the right balance, or something artistic. I happily agreed to stare at him, for as long as he wanted. I still wanted to know about the locker, so, now that I won the battle of the gallery, it was time to start the war of locker 161. I suppose I very well could have let it go, but in an odd way that locker did bring us together. It was a part of him, somehow, it held something, much more meaningful than my books and bag.
“Want to come to my place?” he asked as we walked down the halls. His hand was laced with mine, it made me so happy. I knew people stared and thought it was odd, but I didn’t care. I never thought I'd be into public displays, but this was a simple show of care. It made me feel steady, comfortable. I hoped I had given him the very same.
“I’d love to.”
"I'm pretty sure I cleaned it." he gave me a warm smile.
"I don't mind either way," I nudged him a bit and we headed out, another day done.
He drove to his house, him driving his something i could gaze at all day. We arrived and I curled up on his bed. He was in his kitchen. I loved the scent of his sheets, the lilacs haven’t bloomed just yet, it only smelled of Harry. It was oddly warm, which I enjoyed so much. He came in, shutting the door behind him.
“Cozy?” he smiled, climbing on top of me. I nodded shyly, the question working its way out of my lips. Already, he could read my eyes so well and saw something on my mind. “Finley, you okay?”
“I need you to tell me why you'd always go to my locker, please.”
He stilled. “I don’t want to.”
“Please,” I sat up, holding the back of his neck with my hands. I gently touched the nape of his neck; it was so warm and soft. “Harry I love being your girlfriend. You’re supposed to share with me, I won’t say anything. You know I have no one to tell.”
“You won’t believe me. I don’t understand it myself.”
“Of course I’ll believe you. Harry,"
He groaned and got up, digging through his desk. He had a letter in his hand, and sat in bed with me.
‘So, after my dad died, my nasty aunt came and lived here till I was fifteen, then she left. I’ve been living alone ever since. Before my dad killed himself he handled everything, he had the funeral planed, and paid for. He paid off the house, his car, my truck, all of it, and left me extra money. I never, ever went into his bedroom, no one ever did. One night I was very depressed, it was actually this past summer. I was lying in his bed and tucked my hand under his pillow, finding a letter to me.” I nodded, rubbing his thigh gently. “My dad ruled the high school, the same school we go to. He had locker 161.”
“Basically, the letter was,” he rubbed his face. ‘You take it. I’m getting some air.” He left me with the letter, and walked out of the house. I hoped I wasn't crossing a personal line, it made me not want to open it. I didn't want to crash personal intimacy between he and his father. Yet this was something that seemed to nag at him, in an unhealthy way. My goal was to make him happy if I could, and try to help him find peace. So I took a breath, and opened it.
You are my little man, but I hope to God you become nothing like me. I’m sorry that I am leaving you behind, it does break my heart. If you could only see a fraction of the pain, and hurt that is within my heart, I think you would understand my leaving. I can’t walk on this earth knowing what I know, I just can’t. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it does to me. It will to you too, very soon.
I’m sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I am sorry for leaving you like the coward I am. I didn’t have much of a choice. We all have our monsters Harry, and one day you will see that I was my own.
Do you remember when you were little, and we went on treasure hunts? I left you my ultimate treasure, the thing that I desperately wanted you to have. I have it hidden away some place safe. It’s unexpected to say the least.
I want you to go on this little hunt, and as you search, you will know more of me, and learn more from me. You will learn the things that I you to know were some of the favorite parts of my life and some of the worst. I hope you do this. Your first clue is on the back of this page.
I love you
I flipped over the letter, seeing the number 161 at the top corner of the page, and the address of the high school. I got up, and walked outside of the house, seeing Harry sitting on his back porch. His body read sad, defeated, at the same time it held a perpetual tension, over his father I'm sure. I walked behind him, giving his shoulders a squeeze, kissing his cheek, and I sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into my throat.
“Why couldn’t he have just told me the answer? I’ve stared at that locker, 161, for months now. I see nothing. I just want to fucking know what this stupid treasure hunt is.”
“Well,’ I combed through his hair. “How about I help you? I can give you a nice, fresh pair of eyes.”
“You want to help me follow the clues that my dead dad left me?” he nearly laughed.
“I want to help you discover whatever he wanted you to know.”
“I promised myself I’d never stop,” he took out his necklace, the one he always had on. “This was my dads,” it was a trinket, a little small compass. “I think about him every single day. I want to know, I want to know what he’s talking about.”
"I can't imagine not knowing after all this time."
"That letter," he huffed. "Love dad," He shook his head.
"I don't want to get into that, please Fin."
"I'm sorry," I tugged at his hair. "I think things happen for a reason, and I think that things seem foggy but become very clear."
He frowned. "I'm worried it'll always be foggy, that I'll never understand."
"Don't be worried, don't. Everything has an answer."
"Why are you so positive right now?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I want to be helpful."
"I don't want you to feel like you have be dragged into this-"
"You're not doing that." I gazed into his beautiful eyes. "Harry, I'm here. I have your back, and tomorrow we start searching." I gave him the softest kiss and laid my head on his chest, knowing I had to do all I could for him.
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Locker 161 // au (Completed- Editing)Fanfiction
Can a dark mystery bring two people together, or will truth rip them apart? Finley Aims is a new student, she is a blank slate based on how she was raised in an isolated environment with her parents, who are bright research scientists. She tries to...