Why don't you Stay? (Sequel to Kiss me if I'm wrong Fred Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 20 ~ Make sure she's alone!

Song for this chapter is Ed Sheeran - Give me love

*Kiara's POV*

I open my eyes slowly, squinting at the blinding sun light, filling the room.

I brush a few stray hairs out of my face and yawn widely, waking myself up a bit more.

I sit up in bed and look over at the other side to see Fred still asleep, laying on his back with one hand on his chest and the other under his head.

I move his hand from his chest and lay my head down under his chin, Fred is such a deep sleeper, he doesn't even stir in his sleep as I move his arm.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, breathing in his natural scent, feeling his chest rise and sink as he takes a breath, hearing his heart beat. I count each one, subconsciously, keeping my mind at ease.

Just as I drift off to sleep, I'm woken up by a light tap at the window, funnily enough it even wakes Fred too.

I look over at the window and see an old, scraggly looking owl with amber eyes that look like the harvest moon.

I don't recognize this owl, it's not one of ours, or any of my friends, who's could it be?

I climb out of bed and walk towards the window, opening it wide enough for the owl to come in. The owl just stares at me blankly, not moving an inch. I reach out my hand to take the scroll in it's mouth.

Again, the owl doesn't move, or even blink, making me question whether or not it's alive.

''Everything alright?''

Fred says sleepily. I just grunt questioningly, unsure if everything is alright.

I unravel the crinkled paper and read something that makes my heart sink like the titanic.

''Fred...?''

I start, but stop myself, re-reading the letter, carefully examining each word, trying to convince myself I read it wrong, and that's not what it says.

''Kiara? What's wrong?''

I can't explain, hand Fred the letter and move back to the window, staring out into the distance, trying to resist the urge to just tip myself over the edge right now, leave this world and never turn back.

''What the? Who in the world is Beatrice?''

''It's me, I'm Beatrice''

Fred laughs like he thinks I'm lying, to try and be funny, I wish I was.

''What? What do you mean you're Beatrice?''

I breath in shakily, not wanting to have to explain myself to him, I don't really know what to say, or how to say it.

''I mean, the only people, who ever called me Beatrice, were You-Know-Who and his followers. I told them my name was Beatrice, so, if I manged to get away, they would only recognize me by face and not name''

I feel like I'm going to cry, but, I've cried all my tears, so nothing comes out, it just fills in the bottom of my eyes.

''So wait, if what you say is true, then who's boyfriend have they allegedly got?"

Fred sounds angry. I don't want to answer that question, I can't tell if he wants me too or not, so either way it will make things worse. We both know the answer, but I don't want to say it out loud.

''Kiara, who have they got?''

He sounds upset, not in a sad way, but in an angry, frustrated way.

''I'm sorry-''

''-Sorry?! Sorry for what Kiara?! for the plain fact that there's so much more to what's been going on that you haven't told me, and now, correct me if I'm wrong, they've got George, my brother, thinking it was me, to get to you!''

''Don't jump to conclusions, you don't know that!''

Our argument is interrupted by a loud crashing sound at the window. I recognise this clumsy owl, it's the Weasley's owl that decided to crash through the window.

Fred snatches the letter viciously out of the owls mouth, nearly pulling the owl with it.

His expression doesn't change as his eyes scan the paper, reading each word carefully. He doesn't say a word as he throws the paper down on the bed, grabs a few cloths from the floor, gets dressed and and storms out the door, not even looking back at me once.

I flinch as he slams the front door shut in anger. I can hear his foot steps as he runs down the stairs and out the front door of the shop, apperting away to somewhere I don't know.

I pick up the letter from the bed and quickly regret reading it, it explains everything I didn't wan't answered.

I back up until my back hits the wall and slide down, landing on the floor, curling up into a ball and cry my heart out. I didn't think I had any tears left.

Fred, order meeting at the burrow, now. I don't mean to alarm you but, we can't find George, he's been gone all night and we haven't heard anything.

~Mum