𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Welcome to New York | x!American Reader

Summary: One month later, it was Fred's turn to visit New York 

A/N: Here is the sequel to the fic "Miss Americana and Her London Boy".

It has been a month since you first came to London.

You and Fred had definitely kept in touch with each other, there wasn't a day that passed where you didn't have at least one call from your British boyfriend.

"I miss you." You could practically see Fred pouting through his voice.

You giggled, "You practically say that everyday."

"Because it's true!" He said, causing you to laugh.

"Really?" You teased, "You miss so much that you would tell me everyday."

"If I could tell you every minute, then I would."

You couldn't manage to suppress your smile, leaning your head against the headboard of your bed, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Fred confirmed, "But, I just have to suffer a few more days. My flight to New York is on Friday."

You giggled, your heart already melting into a puddle of goo at the hands of Fred Weasley, "I see that you've been counting the days."

"Darling, I've been counting down the days the minute you hopped on the plane back to London." Fred admitted.

"I can't wait to see you again."

"Same here."

"Well," You drawled, "I wish that I could talk to you all day, but, I have to help my sister go shopping for stuff she'll need when she moves into her dorm next week."

"Okay." Fred said, "I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you too."

There was an empty feeling in the air once you hung up the phone. Tucking your phone in your pocket, you heaved a sigh. You couldn't wait for Friday.

"When's your boyfriend coming?" Emma, your sister, asked - ever since you told her, she never stopped teasing you and she was very excited to meet him.

You smiled, "He said that his flight is on Friday - why do you want to meet him so badly?"

"Because," She drawled with a small smile, "I want to assess whether he's good enough for you."

"I can assure you - he is."

"I want to decide that for myself."

You laughed, fondly shaking your head at her, "Whatever you want."

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It was Wednesday morning - two days before you could be able to run into your boyfriend's arms again.

You and Emma were seated by the kitchen table, eating your breakfast while a book rested beside your cereal bowl and Emma scrolled through her phone.

The doorbell suddenly rang, you were about to stand and see who it is but Emma beat you to it,

"I'll go check who it is."

You heard the door swing open as Emma asked, "Who are you?"

You couldn't hear the answer of the person she was talking to, but it made her exclaim, "Oh my gosh! You're him?"

Curiosity had finally gotten the best of you, getting up from the kitchen table - you made your way to the door and you couldn't believe the sight in front of you.

Fred stood at the door, a huge grin adorning his handsome face and his hair messed up just like the day when you first met, "Hi Darling."

You couldn't say anything, but rather ran up to him and jump into his arms.