Ever since that night at Zayn’s, where kisses filled in where words stuck in their throats, Finn wasn’t sure where he stood. They hadn’t properly hung out together since, though idle conversation in the hall and discrete and tender brushes of hands were a common occurrence between the two. Finn was tired of being the one waiting, he was usually the one to take charge, to be the forward one in these situation. Since Zayn had kissed him first, he found that piece of confidence that had stored itself away from use. So once the idea had arose on where to go out Finn couldn’t deny the opportunity and had scrapped together the courage to ask Zayn out to the local pub, he hadn’t wanted it to be too extreme but now he worried the gesture was too casual to be considered a date. Finn dressed methodically, though only mildly nervous. He’d gone through his wardrobe at least once entirely, unsure as to what would be considered proper attire. Though deciding it would be in his best interest to not pull out his hair in anxiety, he settled on a pair of dark wash jeans a white v neck and a denim jacket, his hair styled just slightly more than usual. The brit couldn’t help that every time he shut his eyes he could only see a pair of amber eyes behind his lids. That every time he’d head off to one of his lectures and see anyone with even a remote semblance to Zayns style in hair would cause Finns head to turn sharply. And the thing was, he wasn’t even afraid to admit these things to himself. Zayn had reciprocated his admittance of feelings for Finn and although Finn in turn was having trouble wrapping his head around it still, he wouldn’t question it. Slipping his wallet in his back pocket Finn gives himself a quick once over in the mirror. Deciding he looks decent enough to be seen with the beautiful boy next door he squashes down any remaining nerves before heading to said beautiful boys door. Tapping his knuckles on the wooden door Finn bites down on a smile that wants to rise as he waits, and once the wait is done with he feels his breath leave his lungs as though it had never been there to begin. “You look, you look incredible.” Finn can’t even find it in himself to blush because its one of the most accurate things that has ever passed his lips.
