Finn's pov

"So does your producer have bathroom troubles or am I the only one who noticed it?" Y/n giggles.
"Oh no that man, has some issues-" I chuckle.
Y/n started cracking up-
"But he gets shit done, an amazing producer." I say.
After our laughs faded away, we both felt that awkward tension again. A while passed and we both were avoiding making eye contact, suddenly it just hit me. I can't hide in the shadows like this, how will I ever learn to express myself again if I don't at least try.
"I know we're both sitting here waiting for one of us to say something to end the tension that's been between us for a while, so I'll do the part of ending it once and for all-" I say.
Y/n looks at me ready to listen.
"To answer your question, I do care about you Y/n." When those words came out her eyes widened.
"I can't explain it, when I'm with you I feel something. It's like this happiness-" I sigh kinda smiling. By her facial expression I could see she was speechless, which is okay.
"You-" Before I could finish I was interrupted by my producer coming back in the room-

"Alright I'm back! Let's continue running trails, and then we can work on your next songs lyrics maybe if we have some time." He smiles coming back in completely clueless we were having a kinda serious conversation.
The rest of the day she seemed confused, unsure of what to do or say. I get it, I feel the same way- but it's different. I don't know how to tell her how I feel, or what to even do about my feelings. But one things for sure, I'm done trying to push it away. If I really want something more to come out of these emotions, I need to put my part in. Make the first step.

Hours later..

My producer definitely ruined the moment Y/n and I were having, but we did our jobs and got the song done. It was perfect. I left happy about it which is what is supposed to make me satisfied with my music. Then I had one problem left, the car ride back home was quiet again- I wish I could know what is going on in that pretty mind of hers. But when we got to the mansion, we got off and went into the house without saying a word. When I put my keys down on the kitchen counter I felt her standing behind me. So I turned around and looked at her-
"You don't care about me, your just think you do because you live with me." Y/n says.
"I think that's bullshit." I scoff kinda smiling.
"It makes sense, Your trying to write love songs now, and I'm the first person you see everyday" She explains.
"How could it be that if what I feel is real?" I ask.
"I-I don't know! But you need to stop caring! Or stop thinking you care!" Y/n says with a freaked out tone.
"Why doll?" I ask.
"Your going to make a mistake." She sighs.
"How will I make a mistake?" I ask.
"I'm a huge mess, you know that Wolfhard." Y/n says continuing to deny the whole situation.
"Y/n, stop." I say grabbing her cheek.
She stopped and looked up at me.
"How could you care about me?! I'm not famous or a model, I haven't achieved nothing in my life-" I cut her off.
"That makes you ten times better than everyone else and that doesn't mean anything ." I say.
"But-" I stopped her again.
"I'm falling hard for you doll." I say looking her in her eyes and grabbing both her hands.
Y/n stopped and looked down at our hands interlocking.

Y/n pov

Not in a million years did I think a famous musician would be telling me he's falling for me. I mean how did I get this hottie to fall for me!? A normal person- it's hard to process everything he's saying to me. How can I even trust what he's saying? He's been a jerk to me before, he sleeps with so many women, and suddenly he wanted to change once he met me. As I looked down at his fingers interlocking with mine I felt speechless. Full of questions, but I don't want to be answered. On the back of my mind it's itching me not to trust his word, but I couldn't be with him even if I wanted to. In a couple more weeks I'm gone from living with him forever, then he's leaving on tour next month. There's too much shit in the way, yet I'm still standing here letting our hands interlock.
"Honestly Wolfhard, I do find you very attractive- but I don't know how I feel." I say backing away.
"I understand, let's just take it slow?" He asks leaning his lower back on the counter with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Take what slow?" I ask.
"Us-" Finn says.
"There is no us till you know I feel the same way too." I say.
"Then how do you feel?" He asks.
"I don't know-" I sigh.
"Okay, take ur time- sleep on it. I'm going to go work on more song lyrics." Finn kinda smiles about to walk past me but stop in front of me.

I stood there quietly,
"Goodnight Doll." Finn says kissing my cheek then walking past me.
My spine tingled, his lips we're so gentle and soft on my cheek. I need to get my shit together, what do I feel towards him? There are moments where I feel a certain way towards him- but that doesn't mean I like him. It's a human thing to be attracted to someone and not feel anything. I continued to think as I went upstairs to my room- then hopped into bed. There was this moment where I felt like I was being absolutely stupid. I've never felt love, or this emotion towards anyone- I know I feel the same way for him. But I'm afraid of it.

The next morning..

I woke up to the smell of cooked breakfast, who the hell cooks in this house besides me? Curiously I put on my bunny slippers and went downstairs to the kitchen-
"Breakfast is served." Finn says from the dining room-
I turn my head and see him sitting at the table, he set it up nice for us. Ugh I hate that word, us. There is no us!
"You really didn't have to." I sigh sitting down across from him.
"I wanted to, you work too hard." Finn kinda smiles sitting down and starting to eat too.
"Thank you, I really appreciate this." I kinda smiled but stopped myself from smiling too much. Nobody has made me breakfast in years, like my mother would ever cook for me. It meant a lot, more than he'll ever know.
"Of course, anything for you." He smirks.
"Stop-" I mumble.
"What?" Finn asks confused.
"Stop flirting with me." I sigh.
"How else could I show you what I feel is real Y/n?" He asks.
By this time we both had finished eating-
"You think it's real." I say picking up the plates and taking them to the sink to wash them.
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