My Mind Never Sleeps (Part Three of the Weasley Trilogy)

She's Got Broken Things Where Her Heart Should Be

A/N: Hey guys! So Wattpad is being an asshole, so the link for the song is in the comments. I'm sorry about that, and hopefully they'll fix the glitch before the next chapter because it's super inconvenient.

Water dripped from my hair as I pushed open the door of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes six hours later. It was past midnight, but all of the lights were still on.

Heads shot up as the door slammed closed, eyes searching me like ghosts. "Don't get excited. I'm going to bed."

I pushed my way through my friends and stepped up the stairs, now having to use the hand rail. It took me a total of two minutes when it should have taken me ten seconds. All eyes were on me as I slowly moved my legs.

"You had us worried sick, Ana," Xyla whispered, close to tears.

I turned around and placed my hand on my stomach. "And why is that?"

"You left without even telling us where you were going. It's a bloody thunderstorm outside and you're pregnant!" Fred screamed in my face.

I didn't even wince. "You are the most hypocritical person I know."

His arms crossed and he leaned against the railing. "That's rich, coming from you."

"Coming from me? It's your fault I even left in the first place!" I argued back.

"Guys."

I wasn't finished though. "I can't control what my body does, Fred. I can't control the raging mood I'm always in or how I'm twice the size of you now," I said, cutting George off.

"Joke's on you because you're always in a raging mood."

"Guys, can you-"

"I wouldn't be if I didn't have to stop taking my pills because SOMEBODY got me me pregnant."

"That was just as much your fault as it was mine."

"GUYS. CUT IT OUT."

Our heads snapped in George's direction. He stood ten feet away, his fists clenched. Xyla was sitting right behind him on the counter, her head in her hands as if she was crying.

I took a step back from Fred.

"Can't you see that we're getting sick and tired of the same bullshit routine every day?" He motioned towards Xyla. "It's non-stop arguing. You guy's are supposed to be married. Holy hell." George spun around and put his head in Xyla's arms, finding comfort in the small girl's embrace.

I looked at Fred, who was staring at his brother in a longing way. My eyes shifted toward my feet. "I'll make a place on the couch," I said under my breath.

"Ana, you don't have to do that..." Fred whispered.

But I was already halfway up the stairs, not even bothering to go faster. We had all seemed to quiet down after George snapped. I glanced one more look at Fred, now sitting down on the stairs with his head in his hands.

I gathered up my pillows and blankets out of the hall closet and made a small fort on the couch in the loft. There was a television and a mini storage stocked with food already, so it was where I was going to be living for awhile.

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 My journal was placed on my knees and I scribbled violently at the forbidden words staring back at me. I have never had this much difficulty writing a song, but here I was, close to tears and hair falling out over these stupid lyrics.