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Jul 2 2018, 05:08 PM
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Things were weird, but there was no way in hell that Finley was going to miss Pride. He went every year, and as an out and proud athlete it was a bit of a requirement, not that he minded very much. It was the added bonus that the competitive rugby season was over with his team winning the championship, and now it was time to rest...aka train and play friendly matches here and there which gave him some time to relax. Since his and Oliver’s falling out...to say that he was a depressed mess would be an understatement. He’d spent a lot of time in Brighton with his family, or holed up in his house before Yvette showed up to help distract him, whether it meant watching stupid movies, eating pizza while getting high, or going out clubbing, he was getting out of the house a bit more, which is probably what allowed them to go to Pride so easily. <p>
”Guess who got our flasks refilled,” he chimed, bumping shoulders with Yvette before handing hers over, taking a swig out of his, ”I think it’s tequila? I think--I don’t know. Huge Saracens fans, what was I supposed to do, turn down free booze?” It wasn’t uncommon for him to get stopped to take pictures and talk sports with people--it was a lot easier than having to talk about his personal life anymore which had involved him having a strict ‘no comment’ front. ”And I think I’m giving up on trying to keep my nipples covered anymore, this shirt has a mind of it’s own.”


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Apr 24 2018, 02:28 PM
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Finley wasn’t sure what time it was when his phone rang, waking him from sleep far sooner than he had intended to be up...but he pulled himself to a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with one hand whilst reaching around for his phone with the other. He managed a quick glance at the caller ID before answering with a quiet (and likely very tired sounding) ”Hey Ollie.” Their conversation was brief and Finley found himself out of bed, splashing some cold water on his face, pulling a hoodie on and grabbing his keys, as if he were running very, very late for something and not that he was going to go over to...well. Oliver’s house to console him. It was hard to put a label on what they were--and Finley was more...fine that they didn’t have one as the whole thing made him bashful, and especially since Oliver had just gotten back from touring a real conversation about the matter was...impending, but not currently dire. It didn’t take long for him to get to Oliver’s apartment, and even less time for him to get inside after a quiet knock. <p>
Finley’s reaction was almost immediate--he wrapped his arms around the other male, pulling him close against him in a warm embrace and holding him there for a few moments. ”Hey, I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, ”I’m here now, you’re safe, I promise.” While Finley wasn’t particularly accustomed to being racked with nightmares and the like, so he could only imagine how awful they could be, and of course he was going to be there for Oliver. It was a no-brainer. He would do the same for any of his friends, but with Oliver he didn’t have to consider it, as it was becoming blatantly obvious that he was absolutely smitten with him, and Finley couldn’t care less, and even went as far as to press a chaste kiss to his forehead and pulling him tightly against him.


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This wasn’t the first concert of Oliver’s that Finley had attended. The first one he had brought his nieces and nephew and it was likely the most exciting thing he’d done in ages, but this one? There was something different about attending the concert alone. He still had an amazing time--he didn’t have to worry about keeping track of four kids who could get trampled on or lost (his sisters would never forgive him), but regardless there was almost something more nerve-wracking about going alone. Maybe it was because Finley had been so entranced and smitten at the first concert, but had to keep track of other people...this time he was alone, and he could basically feel his stomach in knots as he was led back to where Oliver’s dressing room was (thanks to his VIP pass). <p>
With a light knock on the door, Finley slowly pushed the door open and entered, ”Hey there, rockstar,” he greeted with a grin, ”I hope it’s okay I didn’t bring the rest of your fanclub today--you just get me.” He immediately found himself hugging Oliver as fast as he could get across the room to him--almost as if he hadn’t seen Oliver for years rather than a couple weeks. Their schedules were so busy right now, and Finley was just glad he was able to sneak away for the evening and not have to worry about getting up supremely early--it was a travel day, anyway. ”You did wonderfully, as expected.”
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Finley was well aware of the fact that Christmas was fast approaching, which also meant that Oliver was going to be embarking on his tour (which Finley was supremely excited for him), which meant they would be seeing even less of each other. This made him take upon the task of trying to hang out with Oliver every available moment they could, which involved countless movie days/nights amongst everything else. Today was meant to be one of those days, but the Hodges sisters had other thoughts...kind of. See, they liked to do their Christmas shopping in London for having more variety of stores...plus they could leave Finley’s nieces and nephew with him so they could shop in peace...which is what led to the current predicament. <p>

The three nieces and one nephew had decided Finley needd to decorate for Christmas, and oh, Finley had a friend? He had to help too, which is how the whole mess began, and Finley finally got them to settle down a bit to decorate the tree and watch a movie, leaving Oliver and Finley to hide in the kitchen waiting for cookies to finish baking and cocoa for the kids, ”I am so sorry again,” Finley frowned, ”I know they can be a handful, and they have no sense of personal space--that’s not really something that kids in my family figure out until like...teenaged years if then,” Finley rambled, ”And I’m sorry they are crashing our day--I don’t see them as much as I’d like and I can’t really say no to my sisters…” he frowned, hoping that Oliver wasn’t too upset or overwhelmed by the circumstances, ”Also, I’m sorry you’ve got tinsel everywhere,” as if to prove that, Finley brushed a few stray strands of it from Oliver’s shoulder, letting it flutter to the floor. He’d worry about cleaning later...after the kiddos left.

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FInley was someone who could tolerate the public appearances when he had to, and now that his rugby season had began, they were fewer and far between. As such, now that the season had begun it was harder for him to hang out with Oliver as much as he wanted to between the two’s schedules, and when they were able to hang out, it wasn’t uncommon for Finley to duck out early or end up falling asleep. The season was exhausting, at least the sport itself was, which made it a little more tricky for him to do things like stay up late and make a lot of plans all the time because he simply wanted to use his free time to rest as much as possible. Tonight was different, however, and he was nursing a hangover from Howl’s Costume Party the night before which was fine, but here Finley was attending the Black and White Ball with Oliver. <p>

It was fine, things were good, they’d posed for a picture or two before heading around exploring. He’d never really had the chance to come before, as Finley was either out of town or too tired, but he wasn’t going to shut down an opportunity to hang out with Oliver if he could help it. Sure, he was smitten, and was pretty sure his crush was no more subtle than an elephant in a laundromat, but he also genuinely enjoyed spending time with Ollie. However, Finley was also aware that Oliver wasn’t such a fan of huge crowds and the like, and found himself thankful they found a balcony that was pretty empty. It overlooked a garden that Finley was sure they’d never find, but regardless. ”Thank God,” Finley exhaled, finding himself leaning on the railing, ”I needed the mental break from taking all this in--this stuff is crazy--I don’t even know how I would try to think up some of this.” Of course, Finley was rambling, as he often did, ”You’re doing alright though?


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