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

Chapter 25 ~ It's never too late

Song for this chapter is Ella Henderson ~ Yours

*Kiara's POV*

What did Nercissa mean by 'you will be soon?'

It's been playing on my mind since last night, I've been pacing my room, waiting for Narcissa to come and tell me it's safe to get George out of here.

I have no idea how this is gonna work but, let's just hope it does.

''Beatrice,''

I jump suddenly and turn around sharply to see Narcissa standing in the doorway of my room, looking very calm. Well, calmer than me. I breath deeply and feel a cold shiver down my spine, goose bumps on my arms, my whole body is shaking.

''It's time''

She says sternly, motioning for me to follow her out the room and down into the dungeon where George is sound asleep, snoring like a pig with breathing problems.

I tip toe along the stone floor, trying not to make too much noise. I shake George's shoulder gently to try and wake him up without making a fuss.

''Fred, Fred wake up''

''huh? Kiara- ''

''Shhhh, we need to go''

I seriously hope Narcissa didn't hear that, we could be in trouble, more trouble than we're now.

I help George up to his feet and he holds onto my shoulder for balance, trying to wake himself up enough to function. Narcissa has been standing by the door, keeping an eye out for any movement around the house.

''Quickly, we need to go''

She hisses in a low whisper, I walk quickly over towards the door and George slowly follows, trying not to make a sound. We follow Narcissa up the stairs and into the main entrance, towards the tall, black, wooden doors that open into the front courtyard.

Narcissa opens the door, lifting the heavy bolts that hold it into place, turning the handle, the metal mechanism grinds and bumps in place, causing one hell of a sound that echos in the empty house, bouncing from one wall to the other.

I cringe at the loud sound running up the stairs and into the rest of the house. Narcissa opens the door just enough for us to get through, so it doesn't look suspicious. I stand by the opening of the door and stare at Narcissa for a moment.

''Thank you''

I say with a slight smile and a glistening in my eyes. She opens her mouth to reply but is interrupted by Lucius calling her name from the top of the main staircase.

''Go, quickly, be safe Beatrice, don't return''

She ushers me out the door quickly, and shuts the door behind me, the sound of the heavy metal bolts locking into place again. I stand and stare at the doors, holding on to the echoing sound of the doors locking in place.

''Kiara, come on''

George calls from far off behind me, I turn towards him and run up to him to catch up with him. He holds out his hand for me to take and we apperate to the burrow as quickly as we can.

We land quite awkwardly, George is curled over himself, urging, sounding like he's trying to regurgitate is insides.

''George are you alright?''

I ask in a blind panic, he spews on the ground in front of him. I suppose, not eating properly, not doing anything active or even seeing daylight for nearly five months takes it's tole on your immune system.

I hear various panicked voices come from the house, Fred, Molly, Arthur and come running out the house first, followed by Remus, tonks, kingsley, my mum and Emilie.

''George my dear boy, lets get you inside''

Molly helps George to his feet, everyone completely blanking me, like I don't even exist. Like I'm nothing but a feather in the breeze.

I stand back away from the crowd, a tall, elegant looking blonde girl walks towards me, It's Fluer, of course.

''Kiara, tu es vivant! Dieu merci!''

(''Kiara, you're alive! Thank god!'')

She hugs me tightly, I give into her hug and embrace her in my arms, crying into her shoulder. Hugging her tighter as the tears get worse.

Fluer pulls away gently, holding onto my arms gently, smiling at me. I can't bare to crack a smile, Fred didn't even look at me.

''Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?''

(''What's wrong?'')

''Il n'a même pas me regarder, il n'a même pas un frappeur paupière à moi! Il est comme si je ne suis rien, comme je ne veux pas dire quoi que ce soit à lui! Ou mes parents!"

(''He didn't even look at me, he didn't even batter an eyelid at me! It's like I'm nothing, like I don't mean anything to him! Or my parents!'')

I cant help it, the tears just won't stop flowing. Even if I don't feel like crying, they just won't stop.

"Kiara-"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I hope Fred didn't hear me, well, unless he speaks french I don't think he knew what I was saying.

I turn to see Fred a few steps away from me. My arms are folded across my chest on the outside I looks like I don't want any physical affection, but mentally, I'm holding my self together.

Just not very well.

He doesn't say anything, he just looks at me. With soft eyes and a drained look in his face like he hasn't been to sleep in the past 4 months.

Without a single word or breath in between, Fred moves towards me and wraps his arms around me.

I unravel my arms and embrace his body against mine. Breathing in his natural scent to calm me down. And, strangely, it works, to a point.

"Thank you"

Is that all he can say? Is 'Thank you'? Like it meant that much to him that I had to go through that on my own, not knowing if I was going to be coming back to welcoming arms, or even coming back for that matter. And all he an say is 'Thank you'?!

I don't say anything, I just pull out of the hug pretty quickly. And don't say a word in reply. I try not to look into his eyes, I look at the floor, in the distance, behind him, anywhere that doesn't mean I have to look him in the eyes.

I think he takes the hint and leaves, making his way back to the burrow. Without even glancing back to look at me.

I can hear my ice cold heart shattering into a million pieces inside my chest.

I thought I had him back, that this would bring us closer, after that one night I thought I had him back. And that he loved me. But that was all a lie. He doesn't care about me. Not now anyway.