the boys of harry potter imagines.

fred weasley.

y/n,
at times when i find myself down,
i like to lay down and remind myself of life's greatest moments.
i like to relive the days where the wind whipped my hair around and the sun burned my cheeks.
or the rain danced against my skin and found refuge in my hair.
or the snow gathered against my clothes and turned my nose red.
but here i am,
lying down with my eyes closed and trying to remember my favorite moments.
but they all involve you.
there you are,
laughing like you do,
taking my hand into yours because you know the affect it has on me.
there you are,
dancing around and entertaining me to no end.
and while i remembered days where we laughed nonstop and allowed our bodies to coil together as one,
i lay here alone.
without you.
the room suddenly grows colder at the thought.
you should be here with me.
you and i should be listening to the echos of our laughter,
annoying my siblings,
and becoming so entangled with one another that we aren't sure where my body begins and where yours ends.
it hurts,
not having you here to warm my chilled skin up.
but what hurts more is knowing you're out there,
laughing at someone else's jokes;
bonding with someone else's family;
loving another.
the thought of you tracing letters onto another's back like you did mine makes my stomach twist into so many knots.
imagining you hiding your face when you don't want to wake up in the covers of someone else's bed in the morning makes me nauseous.
you knew, y/n.
you knew i'd never love another like i do you.
i don't think i'll ever stop loving you.
my heart beats and i can hear the faint echo of your name beat with it.
i laugh and i can hear yours harmonizing with mine,
no matter how far apart we are.
i sleep alone,
though i can practically feel your silky, delicate skin to mine.
you're ingrained into me, y/n.
you're a part of me.
my soul can't exist without yours.
i close my eyes again and wait for the feelings to disappear,
to become replaced with better feelings.
like george's and i first quidditch win.
or my acceptance letter from hogwarts.
but no matter how hard i try,
you're there.
my first quidditch win ended with you pulling me close and kissing me all over.
my acceptance letter sent me to meet you that day in zonko's joke shop.
i've never been a beggar y/n,
but if it took me climbing the roof and screaming out for you until my throat goes raw for you to come back,
i would.
if it took me crawling the depths of hell to see you smile at me again,
i would.
without a doubt.
i wish i could make sense of your disappearance,
but i come up blank every time.
i'll love you forever,
you know this.
i just hope you find your way back to me.
because without you,
i have no purpose.
-fred w.

fred weasley folded up the parchment he held in his shaky hands,
and laid it to rest in the drawer of his nightstand.
the letter was nothing more than a venting source,
he'd never send it for y/n to read.
doing so would be cruel,
to both him and her.
she'd feel guilty for ever leaving him,
then reconcile their relationship out of pity.
and fred never needed pity,
especially not from the one girl he loved most.
the thought of y/n writing back made him wince.
it'd either be,
"hey fred. sorry, but you're a loser. no thanks."
or
"awh i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to. let's get back together, i feel so bad for you."
he forced himself to rise to his feet,
where he continued to shake from the forcefulness of his thoughts.
he trailed down to the kitchen where his mother stood,
her eyes watery with empathy.
it wasn't until fred looked around the house that he realized he hadn't left his room in about five days,
exempt from the mandatory hygiene.
"are you okay, my love?"
she asked in that maternal voice if hers.
fred shrugged,
the sounds of y/n's calming voice echoing in his head,
"my love, i'll love you forever."
"fine. what's for dinner?"
"your favorite!"
fred tried to force a smile but realized it faltered,
knowing it was only his favorite because of y/n.
he couldn't escape her.
he rubbed his tired eyes and trailed up the bathroom,
accidentally slamming the door behind him.
he was too enraged and hurt to realize.
he stared at himself in the mirror,
letting the tears well in his eyes.
in the faint reflection he could see y/n,
smiling that gentle, kind smile.
he lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut,
hoping that would force her memory out somehow.
"dammit."
when he walked out of the bathroom,
he bumped into ron whose eyes were clouded with worry.
"you and y/n broke up?"
"obviously, idiot."
"oh...why?"
fred shrugged,
"don't know. we left for holiday and she sent one last letter."
he fished the departing letter from y/n out of his pocket,
feeling his heart sink as he handed it to ron.
ron was stupid,
fred knew,
but he didn't think his little brother was stupid enough to read the gut wrenching letter aloud.
"fred,
we can't be together anymore.
i hope you understand.
stay safe and eat lots of pineapples for me.
-y/n."
ron looked up at fred with skeptical eyes,
"pineapples?"
"don't know. i don't even like them like th-"
fred cut himself off,
his memory flooding with the day him and y/n discussed a safe phrase for each other in times of distress.