Angie Black's POV
I freeze as I hear my name, my eyes widening as I recognise the voice, as not Mr Weasley's, but Fred's..
'Hmm?'
I bit my lip, wincing slightly as I bite at a bit that had been peeled back while fidgeting, my leg now bouncing
'Im okay' I answer at the same time he asks, looking down when he asks if he can come in
Of course he can
'Mhmm..'
He sits on a chair right in front of me, where I'm sat on the bed that is most definitely his.. displaying many of his features over the years that differ from George's, slightly.. I guess, kinder, side of the room.
I'm not gonna cry
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Fred Weasleys POV (FW)
'That's my bed, you know?' I smile, even though I'm not sure that was the best thing I could've said in that situation, considering that this is my ex I'm talking to.
I look at her, even when she looks away, before deciding:
Fuck it.
'C'mon, talk about it' I lean forwards, whispering the next part 'please..'
'Or, hugs? Or I'll apologise, or go after whoever it is who hurt you, which includes myself, or, just yell at me, just yell, because we both know I deserve it'
'..Please..?'
Merlin, Fred, she doesn't want to talk to you, she hasn't even replied this whole time.
Finally, she looks up, and, without words, she shakes her head in that way that says she disagrees, her eyes crinkling at the sides, and her mouth turning up in that expression that shows she feels helpless, and seconds later she's crying, loud.
So loud, I don't even think about the terms we're on before I hug her.
