- @bulldog-finn -
Harley knocked on the door of her ex-boyfriend’s bedroom, a small smile on her face as she held a carton of cookie dough ice cream and boxes of candies and chocolates in her arms. “Hi, honey.” She says softly, her blue eyes looking at him. It kind of hurt her heart to be there with him, but it didn’t matter, she wasn’t important. Finn was important and to her, he always would be.
There was a fresh bandage over Finn’s eyebrow and a newly formed black eye. He looked up at the blonde before sitting up and going over to hug her. His body ached, having a couple broken ribs which was probably obvious as you often found the boy shirtless in his room or when he was alone. “I’m so-so-so… so-sorry.” He said softly as he pulled her into a together hug, wincing slightly.
There was a frown that instantly took her features as she looked him over thoroughly. Seeing him hurt, both physically and emotionally, made her literally want to run someone over with her car. She carefully hugs him back, not wanting to exert too much pressure onto him. “Don’t say sorry, baby. It’s okay.” Harley whispered, closing her eyes as she took in the moment of being in his arms again.
He nodded against he body, which was warm instead of cold like a person would think she would be. Maybe it was because she was such a cold person, yet she probably gave him one of the warmest hugs that he had recieved in a long while. Well besides his mothers. “O-o-o-o…. okay.”
There was only around three people who was deserving of her genuine kindness and love, Finn being one of them. Besides them, no one deserved it and they probably never would. After a moment, she pulls away, raising up the ice cream and the candies. “Got you some treats.” She hummed before setting them down on the nightstand.
A small smile graced his features but it quickly turned into a wince when the pain from his cut lip. He walked over to his dresser and did his best to pull on a tank top before grabbing his notepad. Sitting on the bed her scribbled out words, the fast handwriting being pretty decent since he had a lot of practice in the past. Right now he’d prefer not to talk and instead wait for a few more months of speach therapy to go by. ‘Thank you!!’
She looks down at the notepad, her small smile becoming bigger as she reads the two words. “You’re welcome.” The blonde stood at the foot of his bed, not daring to sit down unless he wanted her to. Harley looked over at his face again, crossing her arms as she did so. “Who’s work is this?” She asks, her tone becoming a bit more rough than the sweet one that she had put on for him.
He watched her hesitate but he was quick to pat his bed for her to sit down. It was no secret that Finn liked human contact, despite his bad experience growing up, so he wanted everything he could now. Taking the negatives and making them into positives is usually what Finn was best at but in this situation that was getting really hard to do. ‘Got jumped after practice.’ He showed it to the blonde with a small, painful shrug.
Harley read the words, slightly crinkling her nose as she looked back up at him. She studied his face carefully again, shaking her head moments after. “I don’t buy it.” She shrugged, a brow still raised. The Bulldogs were constantly around him and she knew that he wouldn’t have been alone after practice. It didn’t add up. Plus, she had the tendency to sniff out bullshit.
