Y/n pov

"You can't fix what's already perfect, honestly the songs catchy-" I say reading the lines again.
"But you said I should be more soft-" Finn sighs.
"Yeah but this song is already your style- there's no point in fixing it. You need to start fresh!" I smile grabbing the notebook.
"Oh no I wrote a song today, that's my limit." He says sitting down on the couch putting his arms on the top.
"Well I guess you don't want my help then." I shrug walking away- I turned around and saw him watching me walk away.
"Wait-" Finn says.
I stopped in place and heard him get up,
"For what?" I ask facing away from him crossing my arms. I was only trying to help but Wolfhard has too much pride asking for help. So I stayed facing away until I felt his hand on my shoulder- I turned around,
"Please, I can't do it without you." Finn says.
I sighed and softly smiled,
He kinda smiled too-
"Nah!" I tease.
"You are unbelievable!" He groans smacking his hand onto his face.
"Oh shut up Wolfhard! I'm teasing you!" I laugh.
"I hate you sometimes." Finn says.
"Come on-" I chuckle grabbing his arm and sitting down on the floor by the table.

"We're sitting on the floor why?" Finn sighs.
"You have to change positions, be in different areas to get your mind flowing with ideas- for your lyrics." I explain.
"That's the most bullshit thing I've ever heard." He laughs.
"Ugh, come on try this." I say laying upside down on the couch, my hair was flowing down and Finn was upside down.
"You just gave me another reason to think your a child." He says tilting his head to look at me.
"I'm almost eighteen! Now hurry and lay down next to me!" I yell.
Finn smirked,
"Not like that Wolfhard!" I yell.
He started to laugh,
"You look so stupid." Finn says.
"Do you want my help or not?" I ask patting the cough besides me.
Finn sighed, then laid down next to me upside down-
"Now what?" He asks.
"Think- what does love mean to you?" I ask.
There was a moment of silence.
"Fuck love- for all I care love is just a distraction, a complete waste of time." He says without hesitation.
Geez, he's going to be harder to crack than I thought.
"And that's your problem-" I sigh sitting back up,
"What is?" He asks sitting up too.
"You really feel the way about love? Why? How? You can't write a song about love when you hate it." I say.

Finn faced away from me, and didn't say anything. Shit- did I upset him?
"Finn?" I ask.
Nothing-
I grabbed his hand and he immediately moved his hand away from me,
"That's enough for today Doll, you go on and relax- I know you worked hard today." He says.
"-Hey, come on I want to help." I say scooting closer and grabbing his hand again. Suddenly he faced me so closely- our faces were almost touching. I looked into his eyes, and saw only pain.
"I already told you." He says madly.
I sighed-
"Alright." I say standing up.
But before I left I turned around and saw him sitting there emotionless, which is the most clear way of showing pain. So I thought of a way to kinda help- god I hope I don't regret this.

Finn's pov

Love is a tough subject, I feel like I never received it in such a long time. The last person to show me love was my mother- but she's no longer a part of my life. It made me frustrated that I couldn't figure out a way to write about love. So I sent Y/n away- but she surprised me. I felt her pull me in for a hug. She was standing and my head was on her lower stomach- her arms wrapped around my neck. A hug? After being so rude to her? Her hug was firm, comforting. So eventually I wrapped my arms back around her waist gently. I tried to show I wasn't enjoying the hug too much, even though it was the best affection I'd received in so long. Y/n pulled away and sighed-
"It seemed like you needed it." She softly smiles. I looked at her kinda smiling too- Then watched her walk away into her room. I sighed and grabbed the paper with the song I wrote on it- but I thought about the hug again. I smiled, my cheeks are on fire, she sure is something.

Two days later..

After our hug, it seemed Doll was giving me space. She still cooked me meals but didn't join me to eat together- something was off about her today. After cooking me breakfast, she didn't tell me goodbye- she usually does. But I just left to the recording studio to show my producer my new song. Which he loved like I knew he would. When I arrived home, I didn't see Y/n in the living room watching TV. After her daily tasks she usually watches that cringe bachelorette show, don't ask me why I pay attention to what she does. Oddly today she just locked herself in her room, it was tempting to knock to see what was up. I just let her be, that's when Millie called me.

*Phone call*

"Hey Mil." I answer.
"Hey, do you think you could check up on Y/n for me?" She asks.
"What why?" I ask.
"She hasn't been replying to me all day, she isn't acting weird?" Millie asks.
"Well- I guess she kinda is." I sigh.
"I have a feeling about why she is." She sighs.
"Why?" I ask.
"I think today is her birthday-" Millie says.
"What!? Today?" I gasp.
"I said I think! The other day I called her asking if we were celebrating with a party- and she said she didn't want a party. That this year she wasn't in the mood for it." She explains.
"I'll take care of it." I say.
"Huh? Even if today is her birthday- it's already eight pm." Millie sighs.
"Don't worry about it Mil, goodnight she'll talk to you tomorrow." I say.
"Alright, don't do nothing stupid!"

*End of call*

Immediately I marched upstairs to her room and knocked on the door-
"Doll!" I yell.
"What!?" She yells.
I honestly like how she reply's when I call her that :)
"Could you come out please?" I ask.
"Wolfhard- I'm not feeling too good, I just want to be alone." Y/n says,
"Over my dead body." I mumble.
There's no way I'm letting her have a birthday like this- I don't let it happen.
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Okay so I'm not allowed to have acrylic nails at work, but my ass made an appointment with my nail lady- hope I get fired ;)