Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Twenty

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I walked into the kitchen to get my morning insulin.

Everyone were seated at the table. August's friends had stayed the night, and Fred was still here, so he probably didn't know that August knew.

I didn't know why my brother was so calm, or why he was punishing me and not Fred. That was the whole reason I wanted it a secret. I was scared he'd kill Fred, but he had only yelled at me, and now he wouldn't even look at me as I entered the kitchen.

I noticed the takeaway bags on the island, and I walked over, but they were all empty.

"You didn't order me breakfast?" I asked and turned towards the table. August was the only one looking at me as he bit into his breakfast burrito.

"August asked you if you wanted anything." Harvey said with a slightly confused expression. "Said you weren't hungry."

I stared at August who acted like I didn't exist.

He had not asked if I wanted anything. He was still punishing me.

Everyone but him looked at me, and they seemed confused, and it made me anxious. I felt vulnerable. As if I could start crying again at any time.

My eyes searched fro Max, but he wasn't here I suddenly realised. The chair next to Flynn was empty.

"He's in my room." Flynn told me, knowing who I was looking for.

"Thanks." I muttered.

I walked over to the medicine cabinet, grabbed an alcohol wipe before finding one of the insulin pens.

Then I left the kitchen and walked back upstairs. I knocked on Flynn's door before opening it.

Max was getting dressed. His hair was wet and he was looking for a t-shirt when he turned at the sound of the door.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled. "What's up?"

"He didn't order me breakfast." I said, shutting the door behind me, and Max watched me with his eyes as I walked over and sat on the ottoman.

I ripped open the alcohol wipe and cleaned a spot on my stomach, letting it dry before I gave myself as many units of insulin as I'd need.

"He didn't?" Max frowned, pulling on one of Flynn's black sleeveless shirts.

I shook my head, keeping the needle of the pen in my stomach for a moment before removing it.

"He told the others that he asked me and I simply wasn't hungry."

"Seriously? What a twat."

"It doesn't matter. He told me he could never hate me, and he hates me." I said. "He told me he could never hate me, while he knew about Fred and I. Was he just waiting for the right time so he could scream at me?"

Max walked over and sat next to me, nudging me with his shoulder.

"Do you want to go out and grab some breakfast bagels?"

I shrugged.

"Can't we just order and eat alone without them?"

"Of course." Max smiled. "I'll go find the phone. You just want your usual."

I nodded and thanked him quietly before he left the room to walk downstairs.

I sighed and leaned back against the wall behind me, my eyes roaming my brother's bedroom.

I sat there for about five minutes before I decided to leave the room and make my way back down to the kitchen.

I ignored everyone as I walked over to Max who was on the phone, ordering me my favourite bagel.

Flynn got out of his seat and walked over, placing a half bagel in front of Max. They usually shared because neither of them could eat an entire bagel.

But I could, because I was always fucking hungry.

When Max hung up, he looked at me, a soft smile on his face.

"You want to go sit outside?"

I nodded, and Flynn moved closer.

"You gonna eat out by the pool?" He asked. "Can I join?"

I sighed, but then I nodded because I'd actually like to have Flynn's company as well. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

Max and I led the way outside and Flynn followed us.

I got comfortable on a lounge chair, staring up at the sky while Max decided to sit on the ground, and Flynn sat down on the edge of the pool, his bare legs slipping into the water.

"Why'd you tell August you weren't hungry, just to have Max order you a bagel?" Flynn asked and looked at me, confusion written all over his face.

"I never told August I wasn't hungry, because he never asked me."

Flynn only looked even more confused now. He frowned and looked at Max for a short second before looking at me again.

"What's going on?" He asked. "What's up with you? And August?"

"Nothing." I muttered. "Can we not talk about it? I don't want to talk about feelings and shit. I don't want to talk about any issues there is. I just want to be out here, and wait for my bagel."

Flynn looked at Max again before looking up at the sky.

I leaned back on the lounge chair, folding my arms over my chest as I shut my eyes.

"Max what are you doing?" I heard Flynn laugh, followed by Max's giggles.

I opened one eye, seeing Max practically hang onto Flynn from behind, covering his neck in kisses.

I mentally threw up, and then closed my eye again, but as they continued to giggle, I pulled myself to my feet and walked away.

"Mavis!" Max called. "Hey! I'm sorry! We'll keep our hands off each other!"

But I kept walking to the patio on the side of the house, sitting down in the armchair. I pulled my legs up to my chest, staring at the house.

I sat there for a moment before the door to the patio opened. I looked at Fred who walked out, closing the door behind him.

He placed himself right in front of the doors, pushing his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly, walking over to sit on the sofa closest to me.

"He knows." I said in a whisper, my eyes filling with tears. "And he hates me."

Fred inhaled sharply when he realised I was talking about August finding out about us.

"How'd he find out?"

"Through my notebook. I uses it as a diary sometimes and I accidentally left it on the sofa about a week ago and—"

"A week?" Fred's eyes widened as he looked at me. "He's known for a week?"

I nodded.

"And I'm the one he hates." I said. "You'll always be his best friend, and even though I'm his sister, I'm the only one he hates."

Fred leaned over to grab my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine.

"He doesn't hate you." He assured me. "C'mere."

He tugged me towards him, and I stood up, moving over. He pulled me down into his lap, snuggling me against his chest.

Right now I just didn't care.

August already knew, so who cared if everyone else knew too?