The Girl with the Broken Heart (The Girl with the Heart Scar Threequel)

I Love You, I Love You Not

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters except Aria, Jude, Lucy, Max, Marie, Ben, Taylor, and Reginald. Everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

I Love You, I Love You Not

            I was falling through the sky but I didn’t care. I wanted to fall. It was peaceful really. There was nothing going through my mind and I felt free. Safe from everything. Yes, it does sound weird that I felt safe as I was falling through the air but I did. I didn’t feel fear for when I’d hit the ground. I could feel it getting closer and a smile crossed my face. I seemed to start falling faster and then I landed. Not on the ground though. In someone’s arms. I touched his face and he grinned happily. “About time, George.” I said and kissed his lips passionately.

            I opened my eyes and took in a deep breath happily. A smile crossed my face and I looked at the boy lying next to me. George was still asleep and everything felt right. But it wasn’t supposed to. I had vowed during Lucy and Max’s birthday party that I was going to move on. George did so I was going to too. Ben was the one I wanted to be with. I sighed and touched George’s covered chest. After we convinced my parents to not send me to St. Mungo’s, George and I cancelled our plans for the day so we could talk. I told Ben the truth but George told Angelina that he would be working late. I wondered why he was lying to her but I pushed the curiosity away. We spent the rest of the day and half the night talking and I was glad we were friends again. This was the way it should be. But more. We should be together. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.

            “Feeling like you’ll change your mind about George?” Fred’s voice asked and I looked up at him.

            “No.” I lied.

            “Then what’s with the face?”

            “It’s nothing, Fred.”

            “Aria? Fred? What’s going on?” George asked tiredly and I felt him move on the bed.

            I looked at him and faked a smile. “Nothing.”

            “Don’t lie. We can see it in your eyes.” Fred said.

            “It’s nothing!” I glared at Fred then felt George touch my arm.

            I looked at him and I knew he was studying my eyes. My glare softened and I was on the verge of tears. I wanted to be with him. Why couldn’t I have figured this out before? Now, it was too late. He ran his hand down my arm and took my hand. I squeezed his and he looked at Fred. “Fred, leave.” He commanded.

            “What? I just got here.” Fred complained.

            “Go. I need to talk to her alone. Don’t watch us up there either. Go see what Mum is doing.”

            Fred groaned. “Fine.” He disappeared.

            George looked back into my eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?”

            I broke down and started crying. I knew I couldn’t tell him that I was in love with him because that would mean nothing to him anymore. I pressed myself against his body and he held me tightly in his arms. I cried into him and said, “Everything’s all screwed up.”

            “No its not, Aria.” He rubbed my back.

            I shook my head and looked into his eyes. “Yes it is. I should’ve never thought with you. I should’ve visited you way before my mum made me. Then everything wouldn’t be like this.” I cried.