Fool Me Once (Book One) - Fred Weasley

Jack

TW. MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE DRINKING AND DRUG ABUSE

I woke up the following morning to a small bit of sunlight creeping through the curtains in the twins room. 

I must have fallen asleep at some point, I had tried my best to stay awake, to make sure that Freddie was going to be okay. 

Alot of what he said had struck my heart last night, he was right, it wasnt fair. Us not getting to meet Angel wasnt fair. But him, acting like this, that isnt fair either. 

I needed him yesterday and he ended up going and getting drunk and high with some guy named Jack. Who even is Jack?

'Princess?' I was pulled out of my thoughts by Freds raspy and cracked voice. 

'What time is it?' he asked me. 'Its eight thirty Freddie' 

He looked up at me and smiled a goofy grin. 'What?' I asked him, still trying to think of the right words to use in order to talk about what he had done yesterday. 'You said last night' he told me with a smirk. 'That we get to make  a baby this morning' he finished, snaking his hand around my waist. 

'Freddie' I warned him, 'Not now, we need to talk now' 

He jumped out of the bed and looked at me. 'The fuck' he shouted. 'What, whats so wrong with me that we cant have sex right now?' 

I just looked at him with a look of complete shock and confusion on my face. 'Freddie, arent you even-' I stopped and swallowed ' Arent you even the smallest bit sorry about what happened yesterday?' He looked at me, angry. I havent seen Fred angry in along time, but right now he was furious. And if im honest, it scared me a little bit. 

'No Im not fucking sorry, because yesterday. I felt better yesterday than I have in a long, long time Aaliyah. And I dont fucking like that fact that your trying to control me'

'Control you? Fred when have I ever tried to control you.' I was standing now, the two of us at opposite sides of the bed, shoting accross it at each other. 

'All the time. Are you feeling okay Freddie? Are youy stressed? Do you feel like you need to drink? Do you want to go talk to Poppy? Minnie? I have no control over my entire life'

'Freddie, thats not controlling you. Thats wanting to make sure that you are okay. Because I love you.'

'How do I know that you love me? Huh? How do I know that your not just with me out of pity? How do I know this isnt some sick joke?'

'Freddie, what the hell?' 

'What, not liking what you hear? Does the truth hurt Aaliyah? Would it hurt more if I said that I loved you as a joke. Just to get you made fun of. Just to make you hurt? What if I told you I never loved you? What would you do then?' 

'Fred' I breathed, trying my hardest not to cry.

'Im going out' he said picking up his jacket and shoes from yesterday off the floor. 

'What do you mean youre going out? Fred we have to talk about this? Do you even care about what you just said to me?' 

He shook his head and laughed before he unlocked the door and stood in the doorway. 'Why would I care about what I said about you? I dont even fucking care about you' he said before slamming the door. 

And it was then that I broke, and collapsed into a heap on the bed, crying my eyes out until they stung. 'He doesnt mean it' I kept repeating in my head. 'Hes still drunk, there is still drugs in his system. He doesnt mean it' 

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FREDS POV 

'What the fuck have I just done' I shouted at nobody in particular as I made my way to the Hogs Head again.