Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 48 - Reconciliations

I wake up to the sound of a cabinet door slamming.  I roll over and immediately fall onto the floor.  What is going on?  I open my eyes and nearly vomit from the intensity of the pain that shoots through my head.

"Morning."  My heart stops at the sound of his voice.  What is George doing here?  The I realize that it's the other way around, and I am the one not where I'm supposed to be.

"Hi."  My voice comes out raspy and dry.  I don't try to move from my position on the floor.

"Drink."  I feel him push a cold bottle in my hand and do as he says.  Whatever it is tastes disgusting, but I feel better almost instantly.

"Thanks.  What was that?"  I cautiously open my eyes, relieved when it doesn't feel like I'm being stabbed through my face.

"Hangover draught.  Fred's been going through a lot recently."  He takes the bottle back and returns to the kitchen.  I pick myself up off of the floor and follow, making sure I maintain some space.

"Sorry I showed up last night.  I was drunk, and Vivian said make dumb choices.  Which I did.  I'm sorry."  I am so embarrassed by my behavior.  I can't believe I showed up at his doorstep wasted.

"It's fine.  I started it by showing up at your game yesterday.  Besides, you're sweet when you're drunk."  A ghost of a smile flickers across his features.  I try to remember the details from last night, but come up blank.

"Oh.  That's good I guess."  I shove my hands into my shorts pockets.  "So you came to my game?"

"Yeah.  You played well.  Congrats on the win."  He washes out the vial and stores it away before handing me a plate with a bagel.  "Eat."

"Thanks.  Why did you come?"  I take a bite of the food, chewing as he thinks of what to say.

"I think we need to talk.  I was going to catch you after, but you practically ran out to avoid your mom."

"Sorry about that.  I didn't want to deal with her."  I take another bite.  He grabs a plate for himself and leads us to a small table.  We sit and continue the conversation.

"Fred told me everything he knows from his side.  He said it was unfair to hold it against you because you didn't know how I felt.  Or how you felt for that matter."  He chuckles at that last line, but I'm not sure why.

"I'm sorry, we hurt you.  That was never the intention."  I know that technically Fred and I didn't do anything wrong by hooking up initially.  No one had developed feelings, and no one would have cared.  But then George got hurt, and lied to.

"I know."  He runs a hand through his hair.  "It's just so.... Inconvenient."

"Inconvenient?"  That is not a word I was expecting him to use.

"Yes.  Inconvenient.  If that hadn't happened, I would have asked you out months ago.  Things would have gone smoothly.  We would have spent the spring and summer going on cute dates and kissing during breaks at work.  And you could have told me you loved me when you weren't drunk and passing out on my couch."

"I..." I told him I loved him?  He wanted all of that for us?  Why is he telling me all of this?  "So now what?"

"I don't know."  His brown eyes are sad as they look into mine.

"Do you still have feelings for me?"  I dare to ask. 

"Hazel."  He looks away, dramatically staring out the window.

"George.  I need to know, if we have a chance or not?  Is this all something you can get past?"  I feel bad for pushing, but I can't help myself.  I need to know.