us - f. weasley (boy x boy)

4. A Good Us

Oliver woke up to the rhythmic sounds of his head pounding. It was dark, but he could still see most of the twins living room. Suddenly, memories came flooding back. A montage of alcohol, laughing, faces, and more alcohol. Only one thing stood out clearly, kissing. Fred. Kissing Fred. Fred kissed Ollie.

He shot up, his brain pounding in protest. Next to him on the floor, Fred stirred. Fred's head was on the couch next to Ollie, his body curled up on the floor. He looked over at Ollie, a smile growing on his face. Ollie smiled back.

"Sleep well?" he asked, eyeing the ginger on the floor.

Fred chucked. "Yes dear, and you?"

"Wonderful, my darling" Ollie played along, his french accent slipped out once again. Fred's smile grew even more. "How did we get here?"

Fred groaned, obvious headache setting in. "Alcohol, that's all I remember. I think-" he groaned again. "I think the rooms are full."

"Mmm- what time is it?" Ollie rubbed his eyes. As Fred told him the time (5:26am) he realized that Fred might not remember their kiss. "Do you remember anything?" he asked.

"Bits and pieces, Ginny laughing a lot. But not much." Ollie felt calmer but sad. Fred seemingly didn't remember their kiss but also didn't remember Ollie embarrassing himself. He layed back down.

Then he remembered Fred had slept on the floor most of the night. "Hey Freddie, d'you wanna take the couch? I can sleep on the floor or the loveseat no problem" he whispered sleepily.

Fred though for a second. "Well, is there room for two up there? The loveseat is pretty small and the floor isn't the comfiest so I dont think youll wanna sleep here." He stood.

"I mean, I guess. But I really don't mi-" Before Ollie could finish, Fred was crawling up next to him.

Fred had weaseled himself behind Oliver, putting his arms around Oliver to assure that he didn't fall off the couch. Ollie just laid there, mouth agape.

Fred breathed "G'night Levi" into the back of Ollie's neck, and pulled him slightly closer. Ollie did his best to keep his breathing levelled, as he felt Fred's rhythmic sleepy breaths on the back of his neck.

"G'night Freddie" Ollie finally uttered, trying to hide the blush you could hear in his voice. Not long after, most likely only because of exhaustion, Oliver also drifted back to sleep.

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When Ollie woke again, the sun had risen. The clock on the wall in between the twins room showed it was 11:48 in the morning, and he could hear George in the kitchen. He went to get up and join them, but felt hands around his waist pull him down.

"Freddie, it's almost noon, get up" Ollie whispered..

Fred groaned. "But Levi, its so comfy here with you." Those words made Olivers heart backflip. He grabbed Fred's hands from around him, got up, and attempted to pull the ginger boy off the couch. Begrudgingly, Fred rose.

Ollie headed towards the kitchen for a cup of coffee, not knowing that Fred was following close behind. Before he could get to the coffee pot, Fred grabbed Olivers hand, spun him around, and planted a small kiss on his nose.

"I'm going to shower" he said with a smile, and walked off.

Oliver stood there for a second, not moving, not breathing, along with everyone else in the kitchen.

Ron was the first to speak. "Now what the fuck was that?!"

Everyone looked at Oliver, searching for an answer. Ollie opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Eventually, he forced some to. "Beats the fuck out of me" he said, wide eyed with a shrug.