The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

The Wedding

So I felt horrible that you're all still waiting so I wanted to upload SOMETHING. So here's PART of the wedding, there's more! Much more! I'm just working on it and makign it perfect. Give metil tomorrow and it should be all perfected for you! :)

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*George's POV*

The flat was dark with a single light from the hall illuminating the way, walking down the hall I saw Freya's light was still on. I opened the door and saw that she was wearing a dark red dress as she turned to face me.

"Hello love, what're you doing here?" I asked confused, she wasn't supposed to be home for a few more days.

"Just getting a few things," she commented with a small smile.

"Well come here," I held out my arms for her.

Freya looked slightly taken a back before snorting, "what do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Waiting for you to come here..." my arms fell to my sides limply, "Fey. What're you doing?"

"I'm sorry..." Freya walked in front of me, she came closer and brushed my cheek.

"Tell me what's going on," I demanded.

"I can't do this, any of this. I'm just...I've lost myself since being here," Freya looked at the ground, "I'm terribly sorry."

The air around me was getting thick and my heart was hammering against my rib cage, I took Freya's shoulders in my hands as I held her in place.

"You're joking. The wedding...it's in just a few days! You can't be serious about this," I looked at her eyes, pleading with her.

"I'm sorry," she muttered lamely.

I shook my head, feeling my throat clench and tears spring to my eyes, "you can't do this. You can't just leave like this. I love you, I can't lose you....you mean the world to me. You are my everything."

She shook her head, stepping away from my grip, "you can't expect me to stay when I'm so unhappy here."

"But I love you," I repeated as air quickly escaped my lungs, my legs gave out and I fell to the floor. "Freya...I love you." I kept repeating.

"You can't expect to keep someone trapped in a veil of love can you? Not when they're unhappy with their life."

"I can fix it, I can make it so that you're happy again! Just please, let me fix it," I begged.

Freya shook her head, "good bye."

"Freya wait!" she looked at me expectantly, "I love you and I know that you love me. This isn't you," I got to my feet as I took her hands. "Where's my Freya?"

"She died months ago."

I gulped, "but...you were-"

"The Freya you met died in that rubble months ago."

"You don't mean that, I know you love me."

"That's just it. This relationship was rushed and I lost myself in it...I don't know who I am or what I want and I need to find that."

"We can work on that together, anything you want. Just please, don't leave."

She looked regretful and apologetic, "I'm so sorry George."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, "fine then leave. Get out of here, if the time we've spent together means absolutely nothing to you then get the fuck out of here." I opened my eyes to see her looking shocked, I dropped her hands and turned around. "If you're so tired of being with me, leave. I don't want to see you ever again."