Flower Garden (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Marigold

Warnings: Mentions of blood, panic attacks, coughing/puking

Marigold: symbolizes cruelty, grief and jealousy

Fred Weasley was upset. After weeks of trying to get you to talk to him he sees you cuddled up with George? It was clear something was wrong and you still wont talk to him but you'll talk to his brother? What the hell. The three of you were best friends. Not just You and George. Secretly he always felt that the two of you were closer. The late night talks, the inside jokes, all of it was telling him you two were close. When he got back to the common room George was waiting for him. Before Fred could say a word George stopped him.

"I can't tell you what's going on." George hated this.

He loved both you and Fred and now he was stuck in between this whole bloody mess. His clueless brother who was pining after another and you, his best friend who was dying from falling in love. What was he supposed to do?

"What do you mean you can't tell me?!" Fred was pissed.

Him and George never had secrets between each other. They knew each other in and out. What the other was thinking, where they were, how they thought. So what changed.

"Please Fred. I promised her I wouldn't. You know I would never do anything to hurt her or you" George says, searching for brothers eyes. For once in his life he couldn't tell what Fred was feeling.

"What happened to best friends huh?" Fred scoffs. He wasn't mad at George. Sure he was a little peeved but he was more upset with you and why you couldn't trust him. "Don't talk like that Fred" George scolds, his worst fear coming true. That your friendship was going to be torn apart.

"Can you at least tell me where she is?" George points towards the dormitory. Fred was at a loss. He just wanted you to talk to him.

Why won't you talk to him?

When you woke up your lungs burned. As soon as your eyes opened you lunged towards the bathroom. Retching up petals again. Its getting worse. You can feel it. The pain is getting worse even when you aren't coughing petals. Leaning against the wall you try to collect your thoughts but all you can think about is the look on Freds face.

He looked so. Betrayed. So hurt. It was your fault. The last thing you wanted was to ruin your friendship with the twins but its already happening.

"What happened to best friends huh?" You hear Fred yell from the common room.

Your heart clenches at his words. He was talking about you. Of course it was you. You were driving a wedge between Fred and George. All because you refuse to tell Fred about how you feel. Well based on the way he's talking about you, your feelings are never going to be reciprocated anyway. Another wave of exhaustion washes over you. Climbing back into bed you lay your head down in an attempt to sleep. Pain radiates through your chest, leaving you awake with nothing but pain and regret.

"Please talk to him" George pleads, he had dragged you to dinner and was currently sitting with you while Fred was chatting up Angelina. Your focus solely on the food in front of you.

"And say what? Sorry I've been ignoring you lately Fred. I've just been coughing up flower petals because im in love with you." You stab your food angrily causing a few people to look over at you. George looked at his brother with an urgent look. Pushing him to get his arse over here and talk to you. Fred just looks away.

"He's scared, he cares about you so much" George was getting desperate.

He looked up what hanahaki was, an old book in the library told him all he needed to know. That the pain is going to get worse, the petals are going to overtake your lungs, that its going to hurt to breathe, and eat, and sleep. He can't just sit back and let it happen. You glance over to Fred he smiles at you and waves. He's causing all of this without even knowing. You couldn't hate him for it, you could never hate him. Love wasn't something you could control. You couldn't control how you felt about him and you couldn't control how he felt about you It sucked.