This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Fifteen

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

"Hey Zell, you okay?"

"Yeah! Just zoned off."

It's all because of you that Wyatt hates you. You're not good enough. Tom was right.

Yeah, I had gotten over the breakup with Wyatt. At least I thought I did, until intrusive thoughts kept creeping into the back of my head.

Of course, the gang had take my mind off of most of it, which was helpful, but st the end of the day, I just wanted to be alone.

So when it was finally time to go home with my aunt and uncle, the last person I said goodbye to was George.

His long arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me close as he rested the bottom of his CV in on the top of my head.

"I'm going to miss you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

"I'm gonna miss you too he said, smiling as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, making my green eyes sparkle at his touch and a rosy pink creep up on my cheeks.

"See you next year."