Dear Fred, Love Y/n

I'm not ready

'Haven't you got ready yet dear?!' Molly questioned as she walked into the kitchen. You'd been putting it off all day because as soon as you were ready, it made it real. You had been cleaning up from breakfast so you didn't have to do it when you got home later on because you felt the responsibility to since you made it in the first place. You shook your head at her and she smiled. 'I can take over love, go and get yourself ready!' She added. You smiled before putting the towel down that you were using to clean the dishes with and headed upstairs.

You walked into George's room and saw him sat down on his bed in his suit, tying his shoe laces. He looked up at you and smiled before asking you to tie them. You smiled and nodded as you walked over and did them. You were both making small talk about what you were wearing until you stood up and really looked at him. Fred and George had matching suits that they always wore in the store but they had their names sewed into them and they wore a different colour vest. George was red and Fred was green but today, George was wearing green and had Fred's name tag on showing that he was wearing Fred's suit.

Your fingers grazed over the top of the name tag as your eyes brimmed with tears. He slowly cupped your face and used this thumb to wipe the few tears that had fallen down your cheeks. 'You ok?' He asked smiling, trying to hide the fact that his voice was breaking. You nodded as you started to cry harder. He laughed gently as he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back while he let a few tears fall down his own cheeks.

'You should probably get dressed.' He said pulling away. You nodded agreeing with him, as you wiped your face and walked into the bathroom to change. You walked out in a blue dress that was covered in flowers that Fred always loved you in. The new theme for the wedding was to wear colour so you thought it was fitting. George walked over and hugged you because he knew that you refused to even look at that dress for weeks so putting it on meant a lot to both of you. He asked if you were ready before walking downstairs holding your hand, refusing to let go.

'Is everyone ready?' Arthur asked stood in the living room. How could anyone really be ready? There was no way in which you could exactly prepare for what was coming but you couldn't not go. This could be the peace you needed to put him to rest. Not that the memory of him wouldn't be there but just knowing that he can rest now. George squeezed your hand as you walked out and loaded into the car. The decor there was full of small talk about different things such as the weather and the outfits you were all wearing.

After a few minutes of driving, Arthur finally pulled up outside of the church. You were planning on changing the location but it was too late since you changed the whole plan just last night. You all went and sat down waiting for the church to fill with people. There was a really strange atmosphere because it was just so quite. Like there was this fire inside of all of you but you all acted like their wasn't. After a while it started to make you feel uncomfortable.

'You alright?' George whispered in your ear, after he moved your hair behind your ear. You smiled and looked at him. 'No, but I'm fine.' He frowned not knowing what you meant but he didn't have time to question you because Arthur had walked to the front of the church and silenced everyone. This was it. The moment you didn't want to ever happen was here. You wasn't ready.