𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Treehouse | F.W. x Reader

"Freddie, where are we going?" You asked as your best friend led you out of the Burrow and started to head to the forest.

"Trust me princess, you'll love it." He said with a playful smile.

You gave him a skeptical look, "Fred Weasley, if this is a prank. I will bury your dead body in the Atlantic."

He laughed despite of the threat, "Don't worry, you don't have to bury any dead bodies."

Pushing away some bushes, you looked up and saw a treehouse.

Fred smiled at his ability to make you speechless,

"Shall we mi'lady?"

He brought you up to the treehouse, the two of you sitting down by the balcony.

"Your dad built this?" You asked, looking at him.

Fred nodded, "It was first built for Bill and Charlie. Then, it kind off became a Weasley sibling rite of passage."

"The view from here is actually amazing." You mused, looking up at the night sky that twinkled with stars.

"Yeah," he agreed, "that's why if I need to think about something – I come here."

You wanted to ask him something, but the words died in your throat before you could even find the courage to utter them.

Why were you so afraid? Maybe because you dreaded the answer.

But you did not need to say anything as Fred broke the silence, "You are actually the second girl I brought up here."

You raised a brow at him, "Second girl?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Mum was the first one. I spent a lot of time here when I was younger to the point that my mum would have to go up here just to get me to come down."

You started laughing so hard, "You might've annoyed her so much that she had to get you herself."

He playfully scoffed, "I'm glad you find it so funny."

"That's because it is."

Fred heaved a contented sigh, "You know what I'm thinking about?"

Your heart started hammering against your chest, "What?"

He looked at you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm looking at you and my heart loves the view."

You couldn't believe what he just said, you had to subtly pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming.

"Really?" That was the only word you could utter at that moment.

"Is it so hard to believe?" He chuckled.

"Maybe?"

"Why?" He asked.

You shrugged, looking at the stars, "Maybe it's hard to believe that someone like you would want to be more than friends with someone like me."

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "Then start believing it then."

"You know you haven't even asked me yet." You teased.

He teasingly rolled his eyes at you, "Will you be my girlfriend then?"

"Is that a steering wheel?" You said, running inside the treehouse, purposely avoiding his question.

"Hey!" Fred called out, running after you, "Answer my question first!"