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Fred's eyes were bloodshot red. I wouldn't be surprised if he's smoked the last bit of weed left at the spot. I sit up on the sofa bed, giving him room to sit down next to me. I look at him and turn my head to the side. "Are you okay?" Fred turns his head to me, making eye contact. "I'm fine y/n, why are you still up?" He didn't sound upset or mad anymore; his voice coming out soft. I couldn't help but smile at him, "I was worried, you were taking forever to get back and George told me what happened and I just couldn't go to sleep yet." Fred tenses up and looks down, my smile drops a little.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" He lets his head drop as he runs his fingers through his hair. Normally, when we sit in silence, it's a comfortable silence. Right at this moment, it wasn't. All you could hear is our breathing, the clock ticking, noises from the pipes, and some animals outside. Not looking up from the floor, I felt the bed moving; Fred was laying down. A few minutes pass by and yet not one word has come from any of us. I finally look back at him, "Freddie we need to talk about this..." He interrupts me by sitting back up, "Shh, we don't need to talk about anything. Not now at least." Fred had a grin growing on his face. He caught me off guard, I look him up and down, with a confused face.
He brings his hands down to his pocket, my eyes trained on them. He pulls an unlit blunt out, his grin only getting bigger as he notices my eyes not leaving his hands. His other hand gently travels under my chin, making me look up at him. His head-turning a bit to the side as he continued to keep eye contact. "What are you looking at? hm?" I can feel my throat tighten, I was speechless. "I-." I stammered, "Cat's got your tongue?" He moves his face closer to mine. Something stirred in my stomach. He let go of my face, leaning back on the sofa's arm. His legs open, arms crossed; smiling as he bites his lip. Fred uncrosses his arms to lit up his blunt. Still, remaining eye contact, he brings the blunt up to his lips and inhales while closing his eyes. Opening his eyes back up, he blows the smoke out, looking back at me. My mouth slightly open in awe, I've always known Fred was confident, but never.. like this.
He leans in forwards, his elbows on his knees. "You wanted to talk? Let's talk." My breathing began to speed up, not being able to keep my eyes away from him. He notices this, making his iconic grin grow back on his face. "Let's talk about..." He grabs my wrist gently and pulls me close to him. Very close to him. "How long I've wanted to have you this close," He takes another hit and blows the smoke on my face. For some reason, that made my heartbeat speed up even more. "Let's talk about, the fact that I've tried this two bloody times, and wasn't able to do it." His face now centimeters away from mine.
"Do what?" That was all I was able to let out under my breath. "You know what y/n," He whispers, his eyes moving from my eyes to my lips, just like in the bathroom. "If I remember correctly, you didn't like me backing away last time." His head now turning to the side, as if trying to make our faces fit together. "Am I right?" I still couldn't let any words out, barely any sounds, "Mhm" Something in his eyes changed, they grew dark, fixated on just my lips now. I began to slightly move in. "What if I did that again? Huh?" Not moving his face, he puts out the blunt and sets it down. Now, using both hands to grab my face and pull me even closer.
Yet, not close enough. "Freddie?" I whisper, not letting myself be any louder. "What?" He breaths out. "Do it." Is all I'm able to say, hoping we'd finally come in contact. His eyes finally leave my lips, up to my eyes. But not for long before he looks back down, bringing to open his mouth and pull me closer. I felt his breath on mine, just as our lips were about to touch, Fred pulled back completely and laid back down. I whine at the loss of his touch, and all I hear is,
"Goodnight Y/n." My mouth opens in shock. What just happened?! I turn around to Fred and he has his back turned to me. I huff as I lay down, facing him, hoping he'd look back. I hear him chuckling as he turns his head. "Everything okay?" I look at him, practically scolding him with my eyes. "Goodnight Fredrick." I turn my back to him and try to fall asleep. I knew I wouldn't because I'd be thinking about is what just happened. A few minutes later, I feel Fred's hands snake around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. I smile to myself before falling asleep.
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