Feb 19, 2018
THE BOI IS ALIVE OMLLLL
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THE BOI IS ALIVE OMLLLL
Honestly Harry in real life is like a hundred times more beautiful than he is in pictures and I’m not exaggerating one bit. And he always responded to the people calling and asking for a picture which was so nice of him he really tried and take his time for the fans waiting.
It physically hurts
Fionn is so done with Harry’s shit 😂😂
Fionn Whitehead Fanfiction: The Lights ❤️
Hey guys!! Here’s another Fionn Whitehead fanfic! I have a lot of series and short fanfics coming out in the next few weeks!! Hope you enjoy!!
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The orange and yellow leaves slowly fall from the trees above us. The wind whirls the leaves around us, making mini tornadoes throughout the park. Women on their daily runs pass us as we stroll down this bitterly cold fall day. The smell of hot dogs soon fill my nostrils as I approach a hot dog stand. Looking to my right, I see the long line of traffic building up with each car that comes along. And to my left, the trees inspire, the leaves allow the imagination to flow, and the sounds of nature cleanse the soul. Behind me, I see him. Taking pictures of me as I walk down the park’s path. I’ve never seen it this peaceful here.
“Oh would you stop, silly!” I exclaim as he takes another picture.
Fionn, phone in hand, continues taking pictures of me as I scold him.
“I’ve got to capture you in all your beauty,” Fionn says with a smile.
He walks closer to me and wraps his arms around me. I fix his glasses, making them straight as can be. He chuckles at my action and releases his grip around my body.
“So, what do you have planned for today?”
“What’d you mean?” he asks.
“You made me leave the warm, cozy apartment for a reason, didn’t you?”
“Oh… All will be revealed later.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. My hair blows in the wind and into my face. Fionn looks over to me and removes the hair from my face. He stops walking and slowly caresses my cheek and pulls me closer to him, wrapping one arm around my waist.
“People are staring,” I whisper
“And?” he says, kissing me before I can respond.
His lips are chapped from the bitterly cold weather, but they get softer as we continue. He runs his tongue against mine. My body feels warm, like a bolt of electricity has run through me. He brings both hands up to my face and cups my cheeks. I can feel my face getting redder and redder by the second. Our eyes meet and he pulls back, but plants a little kiss on my lips.
I take two steps back and look around at the people who have been watching us this whole time.
“What… Why’d you do that,” I question.
He shrugs, “I don’t know… I guess it just felt right.”
I ignore the weird feeling in my stomach about what just happened. Why do I have this weird feeling? Fionn and I kiss all the time, but this time it was different. It just felt different. Maybe it was where we were or how unlike him it was. I mean, we’ve been dating for four months, but pda, I guess, was never really something we did. We always made fun of it, and whenever we saw it we’d just make a joke about it. But, why does it feel weird? Did I not like it?
We continue walking through the park. The sound of my boots click and clack with every step I take on the pavement. The birds fly around each other playfully, trying to get to the food first.
“Are we close?” I complain. “My feet hurt.”
“Just a little bit more, Princess,” he says, sarcasm clearly in his voice.
“I don’t appreciate the sass, my Prince Charming.”
“Prince Charming not king?”
“No, kings are old and wise.”
After what seems like ages of walking through the park and part of the city, we end up in front of an old building.
“This is it,” he says sighing.
I nod as he leads the way into it. The room’s walls are red with paintings of maturing plastered over them. Flowers in vases are on every table and there’s not a dying one. Fionn continues walking further into the room, until we reach a door.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers into my ear. His warm breathe sends shivers down my body.
I oblige and close my eyes. He grabs me by the wrist, and I hear him open the door.
“You can open them now.”
I’m greeted with a room with brown walls with lights draped from them. The room smells like old coffee, like Starbucks before it’s workers have even gotten there. As if the coffee has seeped into the walls and into the wooden floorboards, leaving traces of ground coffee on the floor and blending in like dirt. The room is warm too. Like there’s a air vent everywhere you walk, despite none in sight. Pictures of Fionn and I have been tapped to the walls and memories of these moments fill my mind.
Above the pictures, lights are draped. Giving the room a welcoming feeling… Wait… Those lights look awfully familiar. I take a few steps closer to them and hold them in my hand. One of the lights flicker as I do this.
“These… These are the lights that were in our room when we first moved in, but I took them down because they started to burn out,” I say in a hush voice.
He nods.
Those lights have seen more than anyone could see in a life time. They saw me at my worst moment. When I lost my job, when my Mom died, and when Fionn and I took our break. Those lights were the only constant thing in my life. I never turned them off, unless I was going to bed. Whenever I came home from work or something, they always greeted me with their bright, radiant glow. They always made me happy, even when everything was so wrong. However, they also have seen every amazing thing that’s happened to me. Every smile, every beautiful dream, and every last kiss shared with Fionn. They’ve even given me hope… To shine as bright as they do, even with the lights off.
“Fionn, what is… What is this?” I ask.
“Us.”
I start looking at the pictures on the left wall.
“It’s the party we met at,” I think out loud.
“Yeah, it is.” he says with a laugh.
In the picture, Fionn is standing next to Harry, and I’m photobombing them by jumping in the background.
“Look at my fucking face!” I exclaim.
He laughs before saying, “And you were so drunk by the end of the night. I couldn’t believe someone could ever drink that much!”
“Yeah, and then you and Harry drove me to some hotel because neither of you believed me when I told you my address.”
“You were drunk! You can’t possible think we’d believe you when your drunk,” he exclaims. “And then, we stayed with you in the hotel. Which was kinda weird cause there were only two beds, so H and I had to sleep in the same bed.”
“Oooooh, so you and Harry now? You even call him H? Wow, so scandalous.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want, but not many people can say they’ve slept with Harry Styles, now can they?”
“Guess not,” I giggle.
We walk over to the next picture. It’s when I visited Harry and Fionn on set of their movie. It’s one of those cringey ass selfies with a dog face filter. I stuck my tongue, Fionn had a grrr fance, and Harry just smiled.
“I can’t believe you saved that one. It was so bad and cringey.”
“But look at you. You look absolutely beautiful.”
“Don’t I always,” I joke, doing an obnoxious hair flip.
“You really do,” he says in a deep, serious voice.
I roll my eyes as we continue walking down the line of pictures, when it all comes to an end.
Fionn pulls his phone out of his pocket, “I wanted to include this one, but I didn’t have time to develop it, since I just took it.”
I shake my head, “That is unacceptable Mr. Whitehead! That is absolutely unacceptable.”
“I’m so sorry your majesty.”
“Yeah, you should be.”
“Oh, and one last thing,” he says, rummaging through one of the pockets of his jacket. He pulls out a small box and my heart stops. He takes a deep breathe before walking towards me. Inches apart, he hands me the box.
“I know how much you’ve missed me, and I can’t promise I’ll be around everyday with my stupidly busy schedule… But I can promise you that apart of me will be,” he says.
I open the box to see a necklace. A smile covers my face as I delicately touch it with my fingertips. It’s a small silver infinity sign with a gold heart around it with diamonds. It’s absolutely beautiful.
“Thank you,” is all I can manage to get out of me. “It’s beautiful, Fionn. It really is.”
“A beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.”
He grabs the box from my hands and takes the necklace out. He unhooks it and ushers me for to turn around. I move my hair, so he can put it on easier. I hear the little click of the chain hook onto the other part and put my hair back down. Turing around to face him, he grabs me close, and I rest my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around him.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, Fionn.”
I squeeze him tightly and bring my face to his. He leans in and places a sweet kiss on my lips.
I turn my head and face the lights. The lights that have seen everything. The lights that have made more of a difference in my life than anyone else…
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