"You've got some nerve, George Weasley!" My voice is starting to rise and I can feel anger bubbling up inside. "You've no right to have a go at me." Fred, George, and I had never argued a single day in our friendship. And until now, George and I hadn't had many arguments in our relationship. But this one took the cake.
"This isn't just our business, Mirabella; this is our dream." George yells back. This all started because I had missed a few days of work at the shop. At first, it was fine. George checked in on me to make sure I was alright but then after a few days of it happening again and again, he blew up at me. "You need to take it more seriously." I glared back at George, almost dumbfounded that he would even say that to me.
"Take this more seriously? I dropped out of school for this - for you!"
"I never asked you to do that." George's voice is raised now as well, getting higher as his temper boils over. I see Fred as he walks into the room, staring at the two of us with shock written all over his face.
"Woah, what's this about?" George shoots Fred a look, telling him to stay out of it. "Never mind..." Fred slinks away to another room, probably eavesdropping.
"You haven't shown up in days. You come home late and you reek of alcohol. But every time I ask, every time I check in, you say you're fine. What could possibly be more important than being here with us, with me?" Being the hotheaded woman that I am, I glared back at George, walking towards our loft. George stalks after me, both of us unhappy with where this argument is going.
"I have things to take care of, George. I don't have to tell you every single detail of my life!" Once we reach our loft, George slams the door behind him, making me turn back to glare at him again but he's already shooting daggers at me. For a second it's silent as we think about the words that just came from my mouth. I used to tell him everything. I knew that I had just hurt him and my glare fell for a second as regret settled in my stomach.
"What changed, Mirabella? Is there someone else...?" As soon as the words fell from his lips, I got defensive again.
"How could you even think that, George? I have loved you longer than I have loved anyone else and I would think that after all of these years, you would know me well enough to never even bother to ask me that awful question!" He shook his head.
"You don't talk to me, Mira. What else am I supposed to think? I've barely seen you these last few days. You barely say a word. You're pushing me away." I saw the tears build up in his eyes and I couldn't take the distance anymore. But I didn't think he wanted touch right now, so I backed away, both of us close to tears.
"I can't. I can't talk to you, George. It's too much." I ran both hands through my hair, lightly tugging at the roots. I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I knew what I had done. I had pushed him away - me. He had tried so hard to be there for me every step of the way but I could see how it was affecting him. It was all my fault.
"What? What's too much, love?" His voice quieted as he looked at me. I knew he wanted to hold me but he could tell that I was hesitant. He was too. He was scared about what I was going to say next.
"I didn't cheat on you, George. I would never do that. You mean so much to me. But I've been bringing you down for months now. I haven't been your girlfriend; I've been a problem, a burden." I knew he was about to open his mouth and argue that I wasn't. "You have to admit how difficult it has been waking up every single night in the middle of the night to take care of me. I can see you George. You're tired. You're exhausted. We haven't been intimate in weeks. And then I got the letter and I figured it would be easier to take care of it on my own." George furrowed his eyebrows.
"What letter? What's going on?" I sighed as I moved to the kitchen counter where we had a basket for mail. I picked up the thick letter, handing it to him.
"It's a list. A list of everything that I have to do for my father." George looks up from the letter and he sees me as I take a deep breath, trying to get through this without crying. "I had to register his death to get his death certificate. And they needed me to get the certificate so that I could get his will and so I could go over it and see what he left me and what I have to do. Uncle Remus was in charge of the burial, because he didn't want me to worry about it but I had to take care of all of this by myself because I'm the last living relative my father had." I felt the hot tears run down my face. "I couldn't be a burden to you. I didn't want to be the reason you were exhausted." He pulled me close, resting his face into the crook of my neck. My arms wrap around his as we sink to the ground, me sobbing into George's t-shirt. But he just held me tightly and didn't say a word. I almost wish that he did say something, so I wouldn't be sitting here waiting for him, not knowing what he's thinking or what he'll say. But instead he says nothing, holding me. Just holding me. When the silence finally breaks, he's the one to break it.
"I love you. But you need to get this through your thick head right now." He pulls me away from him and makes me look him in the eye. "You are not a burden. You are not a problem. I worry more about you when you don't communicate than when you do. I want to be there for you when you wake up in the middle of the night after a nightmare. I want to be there for you when you need to cry. I'm not with you only for the good. I'm here for the bad and the sad and any time that you need me." When I don't say anything, he narrows his eyes. "Is that understood?" I nod as he wipes the tears from my eyes. "I wish you had told me about your dad. I would've been there, even if just for emotional support. Fred would've too. You have so many people behind you, you don't need to go through this alone." It was silent again as I gained control over my breathing. "Why were you coming home smelling of alcohol, then?" His question wasn't accusatory, more curious.
"I just needed to take the edge off before I came home. I wasn't even drunk, just needed a drink or two to help me calm down after the meetings. The reading of the will was the last bit. It all was just a bit much, really. Just a sick reminder that he really is gone." George kissed my forehead and sighed. He wasn't going to repeat himself. He had already told me that he wished I had just talked to him. When there was not a single ounce of anger left in my body, I decided that it was time to stop being stubborn and apologize. "I'm sorry that I made you think I was cheating on you. And for yelling at you. I shouldn't have raised my voice. You're my best friend. I know I should've just come talk to you."
"I'm sorry I yelled too. I don't like fighting with you." He seemed to be thinking about what he wanted to say next. "Just be honest with me, please..." He begged as he pulled away from me slightly. "Do you want to end this? I don't know what's going through your head right now and I've been scared to ask these last few days if that was what you were thinking." I looked into his brown eyes and saw the hurt and the fear. With a small smile, I looked up at him, running my hand through his hair.
"I'm not leaving you. Not because of a fight. It's not even a thought that crossed my mind ever. I can't think of a good reason to ever leave George Weasley. There's no one better for me out there." He cracked a small smile, pulling me back into his arms.
"Exactly what I was hoping you'd say." He kissed my forehead. "I'm pretty sure Fred has been listening in on this entire thing." George chuckled, wiping his own tears from his eyes.
"Kind of hard not to do with that yelling." Fred yelled through the door. One of the twins' extendable ears lays on the floor and both George and I start laughing.
"Another thing I forgot to mention..." George looks up at me, worried that it will be more bad news. "I may have become the trustee of both of my parents' funds. So I paid what you both owed on the building. You're the proud owners of this building now." The door to our loft opened and Fred and George stared at me with the same shocked expression.
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
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Daughter of Black
ФанфикShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
