Fred Weasley Imagines

Hold On - pt. 1

WARNING: it's kind of dark and a lot of fighting. I tried to base it more on real ground so there is mention of depression and anxiety and of course lot food.
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It was never easy being in a relationship where everything moved too fast. It was supposed to be fun, happy, loving kind of relationship, which it was most of the time but there was also chaos, arguments, fighting...and sometimes that hard to take on.

You and Fred have loved eachother deeply but sometimes all the loving and joy was turned into accusing and chaos. At times you felt this relationship was toxic. Sometimes you thought you were the one providing all the bad in this relationship because Fred Weasley was a happy and bubby kind of a wizard and you... well you were just a simple mess.

Figthing with anxiety and depression was the worst fight you ever had to put up with and he was the one who helped you get through it. But the extra pressure and the stress kept making you go crazy about everything. You were sleep-deprived and exhausted most of the times, wanting to be alone but he didn't let you. Your boyfriend, as much as you loved him, didn't let you to rest. It's not like he knew what was going inside your head but you just weren't a typical teenage witch.

So whenever he pressured you into watching his Quidditch matches, going with him to Hogsmeade, pranking students ... you started to get pissed off.

" I can't, Fred." you simply replied, holding back your anger.

" Why not? It'll be fun. You, me, Geogre, Lee,..."

" I said I can't, Fred. I've got a lot of things to do and so do you." you started to get irritated.

" What things?"

" Homework, studying, essays..." you turned around sharply and glared at him.

" You can do that later." he brushed you off, which seemed to pull the last bits of tolarence you had. " Come on. Wouldn't it be fun? We haven't hung out for so long. We're a couple. We should be doing coupley things."

" Fred..." you took a deep breath in. " I am tired and stressed and want to get this homework out of the way. As soon as that's cleared out, I will spend all the time in the world with you." you spoke calmly.

" When wil that be? Tomorrow? Next week? Month? By the end of term?" he started to get irritated as well.

" I don't know, Fred but unlike you I do give a shite about my grades and my future and I WANT to pass my Owls and N.E.W.T.s!"

" Don't look for excuses. Those are like 6 months away!"

" Excuses!?" you scoffed.

" Yes! Excuses!" he shouted before you could speak. " All you do is find ' I can't I have to study...I'm tired, I want to be alone..' shite and it's starting to piss me off because I don't want that kind of girlfriend!!"

You stared at him, the worst feeling in the world washing over you from head to toe. " That kind of girlfriend?" you asked, your voice seemingly to have gone completely silent when you repeated the last part of his sentance, tears starting to gather in your eyes.

" Merlin!" he face-palmed himself, rubbing his eyes. " I didn't mean that, love, you know I didn't."

" No. I think you made it perfectly clear that I'm not the one you want because believe it or not, Fred Weasley, I want to spend time with you too. I want to have the summer we had and I definetly don't want to put school before you but I've been thought to put myself and my future first before anything or anybody else and I don't care if that sounds selfish or arrogant but if it costs me some Hogsmeade trips or stupid pranks of yours to focus on my future, than I don't regret a single fucking thing. " your voice was weak and shaking, tears running down your cheeks. " So if you do want a new kind of girlfriend, go ahead. " you finished and were prepared to storm off but he was too quick for you and grabbed you by the arm.

" (y/n), don't. You know I didn't it mean it like that. Just come with me, relax a bit."

" Don't you get it, Fred! I don't want to relax! Especially not with you and especially when you think of me as someone who only looks for excuses! We're over! OVER!" you finally snapped, removing your arm from his grip.

" You know what, (y/n)! FINE! You want me to go and leave you alone! You'll get just that but I know excatly why you are breaking up with me!"

" Oh, yeah. What might that be?!" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and waiting.

" Because I'm poor!"

" WHAT!" you shouted, completely shocked at his statement.

" Yes! Because you, fancy and high-power purebloods with your fancy clothes and your fancy owls walk around this school like you own it! And what would a fancy, rich witch from a strong pureblood line be doing with a blood-traitor like me! Walking the halls in your new robes while I wear these rags!"

" You know I have never EVER thought or called you a blood-traitor! I never cared what you wore or what people said about you!"

" Don't lie to me, (y/l/n)! Your friends always talked shite about me and my family AND you never did a thing about it!"

" That is not true! Savannah and Daisy would never talk about you like that and they are both purebloods."

" Yeah what about Priscilla! And her other gang of Slytherins!"

" P and I have known eachother since we were 5 years old! Yes, she talks shit sometimes but she is a good person. I wouldn't be hanging out with her if she wasn't!"

" She's different towards you than she is to me!"

" WITH A REASON, FRED! Don't you see why? Because we fight almost every day!" you bellowed. " And she is like my sister of course she's protective over me. I was the same to all of her boyfriends!"

" So you're saying that when the two of you were alone in a dorm room, and she said ' Yeah , I can't believe you would date a blood-traitor like him.' you started to defend me?"

" Are you really asking me that question?"

" You didn't, did you." he jumped to conclusions, looking away from you.

" You know what, Fred... Her exact words were: ' He's ginger and a blood-traitor. You could find a better one.' and you know what I said? I said: ' And you're a brunnete and a whore. I could find a better friends as well.' So maybe I didn't deny it or made a scene with her, as you perhaps would, but that time you cought me crying in the library wasn't because I failed a test and got a stupid T but because for the first time in my life I chose a boy, who I have dated barely for 2 months over a friend I have known for 13 years. "

" I-I didn't know..."

" Of course you didn't. Because the only thing you know about me, Fred is how to hold my hand and make me laugh but don't know the shittiest thing what I like or how I think and feel. "

" That's-"

" I'm sorry, Fred. " you cut in. " But I don't ever want to see you again.