Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 / 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏

{  Song: Goliath by Smith & Thell  }

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Sometimes, when everything has been too loud for too long, being surrounded by the same silence that makes your mind run in circles is the only thing that can calm down the chaos. The party last night had been too much of everything and there are still pieces that I can't put together no matter how hard I try. It had been way too loud.

I wake up with Fred's arms wrapped around me and I try my best to keep my eyes closed for as long as I can. This is one of those moments that always seem to be over too soon. The moment between being asleep and waking up, between feeling in love and being in love, between the silence and the sound.

"Good morning tiny" Fred mumbles and kisses my forehead gently.

Somehow I'm reminded by just how much I am in love with this boy every time he touches me, as if I ever forgot. Maybe I'm falling even deeper in love, but I don't understand how that can be possible.

I give in to the real world and open my eyes to look up at him with a broad, sleepy smile. His hair is a textbook example of a bed head and the flaming strands are pointing in every possible direction, making him look perfectly like himself. Maybe it's an odd way to describe it, but since he is the only thing that compares I'm not left with many options. He's not beautiful because he looks like someone or something; he's beautiful because he looks like him.

"Good morning pretty" I say and giggle.

"You're really going to stick with that, aren't you?" he says and smiles back at me.

"As long as you keep calling me tiny" I say, and he laughs softly.

I push myself up onto my elbows until my face is so close to his that the tip of my nose brushes against his skin. He buries one of his hands in my hair on the back of my head and pulls me closer until my lips meet his in a gentle and warm kiss that melts my heart from the inside out.

"Hey, Nova" he says in a low voice and pulls away briefly, "I'm sorry, about last night, I just... I didn't know what else to do"

"I'm not trying to encourage that kind of behaviour, but I appreciate that you've got my back" I say with a shy smile and he looks at me with those beautiful eyes that leave me lost for words.

"Well, what did you expect? I've got you, always" he says with an affectionate smile.

I rest my head on his chest that's rising and falling calmly, as his heartbeat and the pattern of his breathing creates the sweetest lullaby that I have heard in all of my life. The tip of my finger traces the skin on his shoulder and I draw invisible circles around each freckle and every birthmark that I come across, as if I'm creating a map to remember where I've been. To memorise every part of him.

"Remember the day when George caught us in your dorm, after you told me how you felt like you would always be the second choice?" I say carefully.

"Yeah, sometimes I still do" he mumbles and starts playing with a strand of my hair.

"That's how I feel about Violet" I say quietly, "Like she's trying to take you away, and I know it's ridiculous and I can't explain why"