𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Under Pressure|Fred Weasley

WARNING: self harm, blood, depression, drinking.

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You and Fred used to be in a relationship but he broke up with you because of the unplesant events currently happening in his life.
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"I don't understand you, first you're all lovey dovey on me then turn into like a fucking Dementor. I can't keep up with this same shit over and over again, Fred. This isn't healthy anymore."

"Then leave. Isn't that what you've always wanted to do? I know you wanted to end this relationship, oh wait, is it even a relationship is the question." Fred laughs bitterly and drank the firewiskey straight from the bottle.

"What did I ever do for you to say these?" My voice cracked, tears filled my eyes.

"I did nothing but fucking show you how much I appreciate you, how much I care for you, how much I fucking love you- you asshole." My throat hitches as I fell on the floor.

"What happened to us Fred, we weren't like this before. Why the sudden change?" I slowly look up, meeting his bloodshot hazel eyes.

"Life. Life decided to punch me in the face. Mum and Dad are devorced, Charlie and his family are back home because they were raided in their own house and is now afraid to go back to Romania, Fleur had a miscarriage and Bill doesn't wanna leave her so he works from home, Percy is in the hospital in a deep coma-don't know when he's going to wake up-" he slowly stands up and walk towards me.

"Ron and Hermione disappeared out of thin air and Ginny is currently in a critical condition while pregnant with Harry's child. Lastly, me and George had a huge fight because we thought that one of us is looking after the shop that is now under construction cause there was an explosion that almost cost the whole place to turn into ashes." His words is like knifes cutting through my skin.

"And I don't have the patience to deal with your bullshit, so if you want to leave-then leave." His hand around my throat is cold, almost like he was dead.

I couldn't form a single word. Hearing him say about his condition made me feel guilty but he shouldn't act like this towards me.

He could've at least a bit more gentle and calm, but knowing that Fred can be bipolar its impossible for him to control his feelings especially when he's intoxicated with alcohol.

Everything happened so quickly, Fred's body fell on the floor while holding on his cheek and his eyes darkens.

"Fuck you Weasley." I stood up and made my way out when an arm pulls me back and shuts the door, pinning me against it harshly.

"I know you always like it rough but this one's different." His hand tightens around my jaw.

His eyes filled with nothing but rage, sadness and regret. Fred raised his other and and I flinched, thinking that he'll hit me then the room fell into silence.

"Did you think that I'll hit you?" his voice is raspy, I nod not wanting to look at him.

He slowly let go of me and backed away, my eyes followed every move he makes.

"Go, just go" he turns his head away and opened the door. I wanted to hold him in my arms but it for the best to distance myself.