Finn and I went down in the kitchen where his mother and his father was sitting. His father holding onto a glass of vodka as he looked up at us, clearly not sober.

"Finn," he said as he nodded at his son, before he placed his eyes in mine. "And you are?" he asked, tilting his head to the left as he burped lowly. That was just gross.

"Aurelia,"I said, giving him a weak smile. " Aurelia," he repeated, nodding his head. "Please sit down." I did as he said, so did Finn.

"David," Katherine coughed. "We have guests," she said as he just looked at her, raising his eyebrow. "So?" he asked, lightly frustrated. His mother winced. Finn leaned closer to me.

"You just have to excuse him," he whispered as he sat back. I slightly nodded. After David had supplied himself, Finn and I did. "So.." David started, his eyes glued on me. "Are you and Finn dating?" he asked.

I shook my head no. "No, we're just friends," I said as I smiled lightly. "Well, you must be special to him. Finn never brings girls over. He hardly brings anyone over, except those idiotic friends of his," he said.

Finn coughed.

"Dad," he mumbled. I

I furrowed my eyebrows at what David just said. Finn never brought girls home? Another thing I'd never would have thought about Finn . But I kind of understood why, if his father was like this every day, I would never bring anyone to my place either if my father was drunk almost 24/7.

We ate, barely speaking at all. Only when Finns dad asked me different questions, and I answered them, smiling lightly at him the whole time. As the dinner was over, I coughed lightly.

"I should get home. It's getting pretty late, and I'm sure my dad is wondering where I am," I said as I stood up. "Thank you for letting me stay here, the food tasted amazing," I said as I looked over at Katherine, smiling at her. She smiled back. "No problem, Aurelia.You can feel free to come on a visit whenever you want to," she said.

Finn stood up too. "I'll follow her outside," he said. I smiled at him. "See you later, mr. and mrs. Wolfhard," I said, nodding at them before I walked with Finn upstairs to pack my bags.

Finn closed the door after us, and he looked at me with a serious look in his gorgeous brown eyes. Scratching his neck. "Listen, I'm sorry about my dad's behaviour," Finn said as he watched me pack my stuff. I looked up at him. "You don't have to be sorry, Finn," I said. "He is the reason you wanted me to leave, right?" I asked him as I looked at him.

"Yeah," he said as he nodded. "He has a big drinking issue. He has been an alcoholic since I was little. That's why I never bring anyone home, except my 'idiotic friends' we've known each other since we were little," he explained as he looked down in the ground.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Don't be. It's not your fault," I said. I closed my bag and hung it on my shoulder. "Promise me one thing though, Bambi," he said as he looked up at me, meeting my gaze. "Don't tell anyone about this." "I promise I won't," I said, giving him a weak smile. He smiled gratefully at me. "Thank you."

Finn and I went downstairs, where I put on my shoes and my jacket. When I was done, we walked outside, and he closed the door behind us. Looking at me, biting his lip softly. He looked so perfect standing in front of me, it was unbelievable. "I had a great time today," he admitted as he smiled at me.

"Me too," I said, returning a smile. "I guess I'll see you tommorow, then," he said. "See you tomorrow then," I smiled. We just stood there in a second, both wondering if we were going to hug or not. But I stopped myself, taking a step backwards. "Bye, Finn ," I said, turning around to walk away.

Leaving him there, speachless.

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Okay, so the things about Finns father is NOT TRUE. I just came up with them to make the fanfic a little more interesting! Anyways, thakn y'all for reading.