The Secrets of The Sighted (Golden Trio Era) {3}

I Love You

"I think I have enough going on, without tryna beat Celestina Warbeck in a music award category." Mikayla mumbles in admittance, as Fred rolls his eyes, "it'll be a fun break, let you relax for one night." Fred bargain, Mikayla's heart sunk to her stomach as the realisation that Fred wanted her to do this and wanted to go to biggest British wizard music festival of the year. "They haven't even contacted me about it, they know I'm in school and won't be able to buy tickets since I'm a minor." Mikayla came up with excuses, "Mia, it's more than 3 months away, I'm sure they'll be in contact with you about it soon, they'll send you a letter or something." Mikayla nods in agreement with Fred's unarguable point, "I just hope they do it discreetly." The blonde prays as Carmella arrives at the table, juggling two Italian dishes.

The couple thanked her before digging into their meal with no more talk about the WWN or it's music awards. They returned to talking about Fred's work, Mikayla loved how passionate Fred became when speaking about the shop, their new inventions and also told Mikayla that the Ryan's returned to the store as Oliver and Andrew wanted to try out the new stuff. Fred told Mikayla about how George and Angelina went on a double date with Lee and Alicia, and how he's promised to go on a triple date during her Christmas holidays, Mikayla agreed to the triple date.

Mikayla caught Fred up with the fact Snape was the DADA professor and who was on the new Gryffindor Quidditch team. "Our beaters aren't as good as you and George, but they still quite good." Mikayla concluded her story and Fred smiled thanking her for her compliment on his quidditch abilities. Fred asked Mikayla how is she going to fix her relationships with her friends whom she's been pushing away lately. Mikayla shrugged, "we're gonna talk tonight after I finish tutoring Neville. I just don't know how I'll explain to them why I was pushing them away." Fred leansm back in his chair, pulling a face that resembled one of Ron's, "how about you pretend I'm them." Fred offers, Mikayla smiles nodding, she puts herself in the mindset of talking to her friends. "M, what been going on with you lately?" Fred asked using the nickname her friends call her to further portray his brother. Mikayla sighed taking a deep breath before looking into Fred's eyes.

Before she could even stop herself, she began to speak, telling Fred about her nightmares getting worse and how she's seeing people she cares about dying in front of her. "I don't want more blood on my hands. Two is enough." Mikayla concluded, she hadn't realised that tears had spilled down her cheeks or that her hands was shaking in fear until Fred moved to sit on the same side of the booth as her. He wiped her tears, kissed her stained cheeks and cradled her hands, guiding them to stillness. "Who's blood is on your hands?" Freddie asked the blonde in a whisper, he had an idea on what she was talking about but decided that he wanted her to say it, so he could point out how ridiculous she was being for blaming herself. "Cedric's and my dad's." Mikayla whispered, her voice croaking from the lump in her throat that kept her from full on sobbing.

Fred took her chin, raising it up so that she was looking into his eyes, "Mia, Cedric and Sirius are not your fault, their blood is not on your hands. You tried to save them, you didn't kill them or cause them to be killed." Fred pulled Mikayla into a tight hug, squeezing her as tight as he could without hurting her. "I'm sorry I ruined our date..." the blonde mumbled, her lip quivering as she tried to stop herself from crying. "You didn't ruin it, love. Now, stop holding it back, cry, for as long as you need because I don't want you to bottle it up around me." Fred pulled Mikayla into another hug, and Mikayla crumbled, trembling in Fred's arms as his chest muffled her shaky sobs. It broke Fred's heart seeing Mikayla this broken and upset, he wanted nothing more than to stop her crying and make her laugh. Fred knew Mikayla has been bottling up her emotions and needed to let them out, every last tear. Fred was happy that it was his sweater that was collecting her tears, absorbing her sadness and helping her, even if it's just a little, to heal from all the trauma she's already faced.

At this very moment he vowed that this was his mission, to love this broken girl and hold her hand as she puts herself back together, it had to be her who did it. She couldn't complete her puzzle if someone else was taking away some of the pieces in an attempt to help, she just needed someone in her corner, cheering her on and being there to catch her when she needed something to hold onto. Mikayla was the strongest person he has ever known, but just as she had told Eva, the bravest thing you can do is show your emotions. Fred lightly played with her hair as she sobbed, the other patrons sent sympathetic looks and he was glad that he was blocking Mikayla from seeing them. "Don't worry love, you will survive this, and I'm right here if you need anything." Fred whispered, kissing the top of Mikayla's head as he continued to comfort her. He whispered to Carmella if she could bring over a jug of water and two glasses, knowing Mikayla will be a little dehydrated from crying.

Eventually Mikayla sobs turned into sniffles, her sniffles mixed with deep calm breaths. Mikayla finally looked up at Fred, "thank you for letting me do that." She whispered to him, her voice all scratchy from crying so much. Fred grabbed one of the glasses of water from the table, Mikayla moved to cuddle into Fred's side as she accepted his offering. "What did I do to deserve you?" Mikayla asked Fred after she gulp down more than half of her water, Fred chuckled lightly as he told her that she wore him down over time. Mikayla snorted, a burst of giggles erupted from her lips, and it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Mikayla set the glass down, looking up at Fred and cupping his cheeks with her hands. "I love you," she whispers, pulling Fred into a warm passionate kiss, that was a little salty from her tears. "And I love you." Fred whispers against Mikayla's lips once they broke apart. Mikayla's lips curled into a smile, her lips grazing Fred's as she looked him in the eyes. She sighed contently, resting her forehead against Fred's, who grinned at her. "Come on love, date isn't over yet."