𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | f. w

xxvii. all is well

chapter twenty-seven
ALL IS WELL

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Fred's pov

» » I WOKE UP with a feeling of dread washing over me. If it wasn't for the fact that I had grown quite accustomed to feeling this particular way in the last couple of years, I would be alarmed, but I wasn't. My head was killing me, and my heart was beating rapidly within the comforts of my chest, but I always knew—in the back of my head—that it was because of her. In the end, it had all to do with the girl I'd loved since I was a boy.

Edith Harlowe Gannon was the first woman I ever loved, besides my mother and sister Ginny. She was the first woman to ever call me out on my bullshit, to get my heart racing, and the first woman to ever make me see the world differently. She was the love of my lonely life, the one person who could change everything. The one person who could just as much light up my world as she could tear it apart.

Sitting up in bed, I realised just how carefree I'd been the night before. My bulging head and dry mouth could very well attest to that.

God, why do I always end up drinking so goddamn much? I thought to myself as I tried to get my eyes used to the light seeping in through the bedroom window.

Then I remembered. The memories of the night before hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"I love you, Fred Weasley".

We'd fought. During the Christmas Eve party, after all of us had a bit too much to drink, the others left to have a smoke, leaving me alone in the living room with Edith. Perhaps it was the liquor talking, or my feelings getting the best of me finally, but the night ended with me practically begging her for an explanation. I needed to know the real reason why she left all those years ago. I needed to know why she decided it was for the best to leave me at a time when I needed her the most.

So she told me.

I just wasn't expecting her to finally confess her feelings for me.

She'd been to adamant at keeping those to herself, that I'd become quite used to the idea of never truly knowing the full her. I guess I had lost hope somewhere down the line of knowing her, and it almost seemed to be normality. I'd share pretty much all of my deepest thoughts and feelings with her, and she'd hide. Lock all those parts of herself away, those parts that I longed to know. I stopped believing she'd change, and that's when she finally told me.

She loved me.

Me.

Edith Harlowe Gannon loved Fred Gideon Weasley. Finally, I wasn't the only one with my heart on the front line.

After having heard those words leave her delicate lips, I couldn't help but let out a heavy breath I didn't know I had been holding. I wiped the tears left on my face, holding her tiny frame close to my body as we both succumbed to a dreamless sleep.

The following morning, things seemed to have gone back to being somewhat awkward between the two of us. The others — with the exception of Ravi who'd gone back to his bedroom — had gone  back to their respective flats, leaving me asleep in the arms of the one person I never wanted to live without. Before I had the chance to apologise for my drunken behaviour the night before, I found myself waking up to an empty makeshift bed/sofa.