Lasting Love (a Fred Weasley Fan Fiction)

Daydreaming and services

*Riley's POV*

Birds chirped happily in the distance, the water broke along the bank and all around the fall breeze blew my hair around my face. I breathed in the smell of daisies as I sank down to the ground and sat with my toes touching the water, in the distance I thought I heard the sound of laughter. I smiled to myself, I was going crazy, there was no laughing within miles of where I was; the only people who could possibly know where I was were Fred and George. I had told everyone at the burrow that I wanted to take a walk to town, but I didn't go to town. Instead, I was at the small lake where Fred had kissed me a few years ago, it was just as beautiful as I remembered.

            I sucked in a deep breath, looking across the still water of the small lake and thought of a song, hearing birds chirp just made me feel like I needed to sing.

            "Do you hear me? I'm talking to you

            Across the water across the deep blue ocean

            Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

            Boy I hear you in my dreams

            I feel your whisper across the sea

            I keep you with me in my heart

            You make it easier when life gets hard

            I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend

            Lucky to have been where I have been

            Lucky to be coming home again

            Ooh ooh ooh

            They don't know how long it takes

            Waiting for a love like this

            Every time we say goodbye

            I wish we had one more kiss

            I'll wait for you I promise you, I will..."

 I choked back my tears as I laid back into the soft grass. I smiled to myself, I'd heard Oliver humming that song and I quickly fell in love with it.  I'd even sang it to Fred while he was in the hospital one night, hoping it would help—obviously I was a fool.  

            "You know, beautiful girls shouldn't cry. It breaks a guy's heart to watch such a gorgeous creature look so down."

I swiftly got to my feet and looked to where the voice had come from, Fred Weasley stood with the sun shining behind him and creating an angelic look as he smiled down at me. I wiped my eyes quickly as I gave a laugh as I looked at him; my Fred was alive! I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

            "Freddie, is that you?" I whispered, I wanted more than anything for this to be real but I knew it wasn't. That was evident, Fred may look angelic with the sun dazzling behind his head but I knew him—he may look like an angel but my Fred was a mischief maker, and mischief makers didn't get halos did they?

            "Yes sweetheart," Fred smiled and held out his arms to me. "Come here sweetie."

            I hesitated for a moment, what if this was all fake? A voice inside my head told me everything was fine, if it was fake then nothing would hurt me, I smiled slightly and ran into Fred's outstretched arms.