Falice & Fredmione - A web of lies

5.

Fred came home from school that night and actually felt really good. He knew he was going to get an earful about his fight, but FP and Alice made up and tried to be friends again, so somehow it would all get better between the four of them. Alice as home with her mom right now and even though that wasn't much better than staying with Hal, at least he couldn't hurt her.

He hang his jacket on the coatrack and walked over towards the living room where his parents were already sitting at the kitchen table with a very serious look on their faces. Fred immediately had the feeling to  defend himself. ''Look, I know what you think but-'' His mom cut him off.

''Please sit down, Fred. We need to talk to you.'' He now knew that they didn't even wanted to talk about him punching Hal. We he came closer to his parents he saw that the both of them had been crying.

''What's going on?'' He asked worriedly. Sandra almost burst out in tears so his dad started explaining why they needed to talk to him. He sniffed and looked his son directly into his eyes.

''You know how I had trouble breathing, right?'' Fred nodded. For a while they thought it was just his allergies but they went to a doctor to check it, just to make sure it wasn't something bad. His guts already told him that what he was about to hear wasn't anything good.

''We took a scan of my lungs and apparently there's some serious damage.'' He stated, trying to fight against his tears. Fred was confused. What did this mean? That he would have trouble breathing for the rest of his life? That was awful but that wasn't the end of the world.

''It's because of my work son. Everything I breath in is clinging onto my lungs. They call it PAM. There is stone formation into the airspaces of my lungs and it will just keep getting worse.'' His father explained as easy as possible to his son.

Fred shook his head. He didn't want to understand it. ''But what does that mean for you, dad?'' He asked worried. Deep down he knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from himself.

''Son, it will keep getting worse until one day my lungs will stop working. They gave me seven months, a year tops.'' Saying those words out loud made Frank burst into tears too so Sandra grabbed his hands firmly and squeezed them.

Tears escaped Fred's eyes while he still looked at his father. He was going to lose him for good. He grabbed a hand of both of his parents to seek for comfort. ''I don't know what to say.'' He whispered while he couldn't stop crying. His mom leant her head against his. ''Neither of us do, honey.''

Later that night Fred felt that he needed to get out of the house. It felt like he couldn't breathe anymore and right now there was only one person he really wanted to be with right now. Even though it was pouring outside he got into his car and rode a few blocks away from his house to the girl he felt so comfortable with.

It was 11pm when he knocked on her front door but luckily enough she was still awake and opened the door after looking into the peephole. He had only been standing there for like thirty seconds but he was totally soaked. Hermione pulled him inside when she saw it was Fred.

''Fred, what are you doing here?'' When she got to take a good look into his eyes she saw that something was wrong. It was noticeable that he had been crying for the last few hours. He just embraced her and started sobbing into her arms. She didn't care he was soaking wet, right now she just wanted to comfort him without even knowing what was bothering him.

Hermione was in luck that her parents were out of town for a business trip because they would have never let Fred sleep together with her in the same room, but right now she didn't want to leave him alone in a guest room in a big house where he doesn't feel at home.