Even If.

"You'd love me? Even if it's not you who I choose?" I whispered to him.
"Even if," he swore.

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"Okay, how about this; morning person or night owl?" Finn asked me.

"Is 'insomniac' an answer?" I replied.

"Why not?" He laughed.

"Then I choose that," I smiled back.

"Really?" He contemplated, looking at me with a scrunched face, as if to see if I wore my insomnia like a sweater.

"Is that so hard to see?" I laughed with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually, no," he admitted.

"What about you?"

"Night owl. I'm not sure I could classify myself as an insomniac just yet, though if I had the time, I probably would be," he answered.

"Explain."

"I always have appointments and things to do with Jack starting at 10 in the morning, every morning-," he sighed.

"So you have to sleep normally," I finished.

"Exactly. Youtubing is fun and all, but I just wish I would've had more of a say in what I was roping myself into. Just because I appeared in that one video, I got tied into it, you know?"

"If you could go back and change it, would you?" I questioned.

"Not for the world," Finn smiled, looking forward.

"Really? Why?"

"I've met so many amazing people and have had so many amazing opportunities. If I wouldn't have done YouTube, I wouldn't be with you right now, which kind of makes everything worth it," he said, which made me blush.

When I looked up, I could see Big Ben.

"We made it!" I changed the subject.

"I can't believe you've lived in London for almost a week, and you haven't had the time to pretend to be a tourist," he shook his head.

"Pretend to be a tourist?"

"Yeah, come on," he said and grabbed my hand. I couldn't help but chuckle at his child like enthusiasm.

Finn taught me how to be a tourist. Really, all you have to do is get super excited about silly little things.

"Oh, look! It's a bike! Lets take a picture," Finn said with sarcasm and snapped a picture.

"Look at this, Finny! A piece of litter! Take one of that too!" I replied, trying to keep a straight face. He laughed and took one of that too.

"Wait," he stopped.

"What?"

"Did you just call me Finny?"

"Um, yeah," I blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed. I was going to say that I like it," he assured me.

"Good. Maybe I'll change that to your name in my phone," I laughed.

We went along, hand in hand, checking out all that London has to offer, making sure we asked people to take pictures of us every major stop we had.

He took me along The Houses of Parliament, spouting little bits of history about it as we went along, which I loved. We took selfies in front of Big Ben (which coincidentally is the name of the bell, not the tower), strolled through Westminster Abbey, tried to make the guards move at Buckingham Palace, and took an ice cream break at St. James' Park.

He took my hand in his as we walked down the rolling hills, licking our ice cream cones.

"Ooh, this is perfect. Let's sit here," I smiled and led us toward a bench with a Camperdown Elm tree hanging over it beautifully, overlooking the scenery of the park. The children playing tag below us, the flowers around us, the rolling hills in front of us.

"Okay, time for another picture," I laughed and picked up my phone. Finn exaggeratively licked his ice cream and I stuck my tongue out while I snapped the picture of us. When we looked at it, we started laughing.

"Documentation is necessary," he said, mocking me.

"Mark my words, Finnegan, one day you are going to want all these pictures and I just might give them to you... But then again I might not," I teased.

"And people think you're so innocent."

"I guess they don't really know me," I laughed.

"Apparently not."

"You know how they say pictures are worth a thousand words?" I asked him as I laid my head down on the crook of his neck.

"Yeah..." He replied, unsure of where I was going with this.

"I think it's so insane, the idea of pictures. I mean, you literally can freeze a moment in time, and look back on it whenever you please. But what you can't capture is the feelings you get in each picture. That's where the words come into play. Words can be used to describe any feeling you can have so beautifully. If they made a camera that could literally capture some of the emotions from a single picture, I'd buy it, no questions asked."

"You have really thought about this, haven't you?" he laughed.

"Oh, all the time," I rolled my eyes.

"Have I ever told you that your Cheshire accent is cute?" He asked.

"I don't recall you mentioning it," I replied playfully.

"Well it is," he chuckled.

"I happen to like your London accent as well."

"Why thank you."

"It's quite posh. Quite "high end" if I do say so myself," I teased.

"Your accent sounds a lot like a hillbilly's," he said in all seriousness. I feigned offense and hit him on the arm.

"I'm only kidding," he laughed, "it actually sounds quite fun and easygoing. A lot like you"

"Aw shucks, Harries, you make me blush."

Man, I love our playful banter. We could literally go at it all day.

"You ready to go?" He smiled.

"Yep," I said, popping the 'p'.

"I'll go throw this away for you," he said and grabbed my rubbish.

"Why thank you," I laughed.

"Don't miss me too much," he teased, walking away.

"I'll try," I winked. He walked away, shaking his head while smiling at the ground.

I couldn't help smiling. He's so dang cute.

Everything's just so comfortable with Finn. I feel like I've known him forever when we tease each other and joke around, yet he can switch to a serious, amazing listener in a second, like he has a switch in his head that goes from funny to serious and he has no problem flipping it, meanwhile, he's adorable no matter what he does. Whenever I look at him, I feel my heart melt and I can't help smiling. I feel like holding his hand and talking all day long over a cup of tea at a cute little cafe.

And all I can think about is kissing him. How his lips would feel against mine, in a beautiful, romantic kiss, and-

Whoa, slow down there Speedy. You're only on your first date.

Then there's Jack, I thought. With Jack, it's different. When I'm with Jack, I feel mischeivous, unpredictable, even. I feel like anything is possible with him by my side. I feel like he would do anything for me; like we own the world.

I suddenly felt a hand on top of mine, snapping me out of my thoughts, making me jump a little.

"What were you doing?" He said curiously, slightly raising an eyebrow.

"Just lost in thought," I admitted, feeling my cheeks slowly fluster.

Ugh, why does he make me blush so much?

"What were you thinking about?" He asked.

"I'll tell you if you tell me what you're thinking," I negotiated.

"Deal. Now tell me," he said.

"I was thinking about you," I said sheepishly.

"Did I just make Elizabeth Stark blush?" He teased. I nudged him playfully and he laughed. "What were you thinking about me?"

Kissing you.

"I like talking to you. Like a lot," I decided was a better answer than, I just really want to kiss you right now. I could swear I saw his eyes light up.

"I like to talk to you too," he replied adorably.

"What were you thinking?" I ask him and lie my head on his shoulder.

"I'm not sure if I want to tell you.." He said sarcastically.

"Hey! I told you!" I said and hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"You really like hitting me, don't you?" He laughed.

"You love it. Now spill."

"I think that you're insanely cute."

"How so?" I blushed.

"It's kind of indescribable. When I figure out how to put it, I'll tell you."

"I'm counting on it," I grinned.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the bench. Before we left though, his hand stayed clasped in mine as he twirled me around like a father would to a little girl and it was so adorable, I couldn't help but laugh as we were walking away.

"So, I've heard you do Zumba," Finn stated as we walked with a cheeky grin on his face. I groaned and facepalmed.

"Jack told you?" I groaned, but couldn't hide a little chuckle.

"He didn't have to," Finn hinted.

"He did not," I gasped.

"He did."

"How many views does it have?"

"700,000 and still counting."

"I presume you've watched it then?" I said embarrassedly.

"I couldn't help myself," he admitted.

"What did you think of it?"

"Quite cheeky, to say the least," he laughed.

"He posted it to your new vlog channel?" I asked. Fin nodded in reply.

"I think I have to watch this," I said and dug my phone out of my pocket with my free hand, not wanting to break the grasp with Finn with the other.

I clicked on the YouTube app and went to JacksGap2 on my subscriptions. Sure enough, it was the latest video. I clicked on it and waited for it to load. As it loaded, I looked over at Finn hesitantly, and he wore an anxious grin. I rolled my eyes and looked back to the now loaded video. It's a shot of Jack filming his self.

"So I went to pick up Beth and I found this," he laughed and turned the camera around. Sure enough, it was a clear as day shot of me flailing around in an attempt to dance. Finn burst out laughing once he saw me blush a deep crimson. I kept watching until I turned around and discovered Jack filming, and then I put my phone back away.

Finn was still laughing.

"It's not that funny!" I defended. Finn raised an eyebrow and I started laughing too.

"Maybe it is kind of funny..." I admitted.

We settled back into a walk and started talking normally again about other subjects, as I was trying to repress the painful memory of the video I had just watched.

"Wait, where are we going?" I asked.

"Want to go check out the shops in Soho?" he asked. I replied with a definete yes.

"Then that's where we're going," he smiled.
 

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