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George II

I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I felt different today. It had been hard, trudging through all my classes, forcing myself to focus and talk to everyone in a friendly manner. But now that class was over for the weekend, I let myself go. So here I was, staring at the mirror, my hair in a messy bun and sitting on the floor in my pajama shorts and a sweatshirt I stole from my boyfriend weeks ago.

My cheeks were stained with tears and it seemed as if my whole body except my mouth was screaming out help. I didn't know what was wrong, or at least didn't want to think about it. I just sat there, hating everything I saw. I could hear the small record player I had brought to school playing in the background, but even that sounded distant and wrong. Why was I so down and upset today? Why was I crying? Yesterday I had felt so happy, so energetic. I had pulled pranks with Fred and George, beat Harry in a flying race during Quidditch practice, told of Snape. Yesterday had been a good day. So why wasn't today?

I was slowly lifting up my hand, half covered in a black sleeve, and wiping away my tears as someone knocked on the door. I sighed quietly, but pulled myself up from the ground and to the door regardless, madly rubbing my cheeks to rid them of the wet streaks.

"(y/n)? You okay?" I opened the door slightly, looking out at my boyfriend, George. I nodded and faked a smile at him. By the look he gave me though, he didn't buy it. George pushed open the door and pulled me into him, his arms wrapping around my back. I put my arms tightly around his neck, crying into his chest and having an emotional breakdown in his arms.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" He pulled away and started leading me to my bed, not taking his eyes off my face. I hid my face behind my hands, crying to the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

I shook my head as he sat me down on his lap. I could feel his hand running up and down my back and him kissing my temple. I leaned into him, trying to pull myself together.

"Honey, everything will be okay, just calm down. I promise baby." He laid back, pulling me with him. I cuddled into his chest, my hands trying to wipe away the tears that kept coming. He kissed my head and brought me closer to him, if even possible. I smiled lightly and kissed his neck gently.

As we layed there, not talking or moving, I couldn't hear anything but his heartbeat and my tears started to slow. I didn't try to figure out what was wrong, knowing it would only make me more upset. George hummed softly along to the music I had playing and I fell asleep on his chest.