𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Commit | F.W. x Reader

Summary: Y/N has commitment issues, and after a fight with Fred, she thinks back to the night her parents called it quits.

Warning/s: divorce

"Hello sweetheart!" My boyfriend greeted as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hi Freddie!" I returned the greeting, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He started pressing soft kisses all over my face, "What're you doing?"

"Reading." I said, stating the obvious, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Fred chuckled, "Our kids are going to be so smart, just like you."

I looked at him, "Kids? Our kids?"

"Yeah." He answered nonchalantly, "Look, I know we're just in our seventh year. But sometimes, I can't help but think about the future - our future. You know, when we're married and we have a bunch of amazing kids running around."

I let myself absorb the thought, kids with Fred? Well, I would be lying if I said that it wasn't an amazing thought but what if we dream about these things and then one of us won't be able to commit.

"Hey," Fred suddenly said, pulling me out of my train of thought, "remember, it's okay to be vulnerable. You don't have to put up walls around yourself and your emotions. I'll always be here for you."

Always be here? How sure is he?

I gave my boyfriend a reassuring smile before returning my attention to the book I was reading.
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I was waiting for Fred to come back from detention in his dorm, absent-mindedly flipping through my Charms book.

I then heard the door close, signaling that Fred had come back. I walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his torso, "How was detention?"

"Boring." He answered, "As usual."

"How about you?" He then asked, "How's your day?"

I shrugged, "As always: it was fine."

Fred suddenly scoffed, pulling away, "Fine? It's always fine."

I raised a brow at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that: I'm your boyfriend but you find it so hard to open up to me about what you're feeling." He snapped.

"Freddie," I said, trying to calm him down, "you know that's not the case."

"Then what is?" He asked, "What is the case? You barely talk about the future of our relationship and when you do, it sounds like I'm not in it! We've been dating for 6 months and I don't know what to think anymore! I have no idea what happened to you for you to have these issues! But, I am so sick of it!"

I sniffed, tasting the saltiness of my own tears, "I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry if I have difficulty opening up to you! I'm sorry if I can't be the perfect girlfriend for you!"

After that, I stormed out of the room and headed to my dorm, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it.

Flashbacks of that night started coming back.

"You made a commitment!" Mum shouted, "You just can't turn your back on that!"

"I can!" Dad argued, "And I will!"

"Mummy? Are you and daddy fighting?" Five year old me asked, oblivious to what was about to happen.

She knelt down to my height, brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face, "No sweetie, we're not. Everything's going to be okay."

Dad scoffed, "Stop lying to her." Before kneeling down in front of me, "Honey, you know how much I love you. But daddy has to leave."

I looked up at him, "When are you coming back?"

"I won't."

A small knock was heard on the door, "Sweetheart, open the door. Can we please talk?"

I stood up and opened the door, "You have five minutes."

Fred took a deep breath, "I am so sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have called you out like that. And I shouldn't have made you feel like you weren't the most perfect girlfriend. I have just been so stressed lately and I lashed out on you. From now on, I'll help you work it out to the best of my abilities."

I flung my arms around him, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, "Thank you. And I forgive you."