George Weasley x Reader Love Love Love

Warning! There is depression in this. If you're not okay with that then please don't read. Thank you.


(f/n) – First Name

    Three years. It's been three years since my brother was taken from me. My twin. My other half. I've always tried to be strong for Fred. For mom and the others. For (f/n).

    But how can you be strong when your entire world has been ripped away from you? How can you go on when the only person who understood is dead. Gone. Without me.

    I know I should keep my head up and all that bull but I can't. I was never the strong one. I was never the smart one or the clever one. It was always Fred. He was the brains and I was just the one with the same face. The same hair, the same eyes.

    I can't face the mirror every day without seeing him. I changed my hair many times. Cut it, dyed it, shaved it. Sometimes I'd even put on different colored contacts. But it always looks like him. The only thing that makes me different is my missing ear.

    My own family can't look at me without seeing him as well. For two years I was barely making it through everyday, constantly wondering if it would be easier to disappear. Maybe travel the world on my own so I don't have to face the people giving me constant looks of pity.

    But then the most amazing thing happened, she showed up in my life one day. Out of nowhere this beacon of light entered the joke shop looking like an angel. She saw my short brown hair that was already fading back to orange and my dead eyes. She saw me and recognized a dying soul I suppose.

“Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby, I know.”

    After that she came into my shop everyday for one thing or another. It took me awhile to realize that she actually liked me back but at the time I couldn't see love if it hit me in the face and knocked me around a bit.

    It's still hard for me to understand how such an amazing woman could be with me but I try not to question it too much. I don't want to lose her like I have so many other people. Every time that I try to question her anyways she always gives me the same answer.

    “Because in all my life I've never met anyone quite like you, George Weasley.”

    I'm not complete anymore and without Fred I might never be. I've got her but is that enough? Can I really go on and be happy after everything just because of her? If I lean on her too much will she get tired of me and disappear?

    Through our little apartment I can hear (f/n) come home and start making dinner. At some point she calls out my name to see if I'm home but I can't answer. My thoughts are clouding my brain. The cold darkness has got a tight hold on me again and this time I don't know if I can get out of it. She might be too late to get me out. So I just stay here in the closet corner, staring at the small walls as they slowly close in around me. Maybe this is what's best.

    I can hear her again, running now, around the apartment shouting my name. I want to call out to her and hold her like I always do but I still can't make a sound. My throat is dry and trying to close as well. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Maybe she won't find me in time.

“And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
And those bright blue eyes
Can only meet mine across the room filled with people
that are less important than you.”

    I'm not even sure why I came in here in the first place. I don't remember coming into the closet. But I've never been in here during my episodes before. She might not find me in time.

    I'm getting really tired of all these maybes. All these questions I have no answer for. Tired of all these possibilities and this cold darkness that surrounds me.

    Suddenly the door bursts open and my guardian angel appears once again to try and save me from myself. I hate putting her through this but she probably would've left by now if she didn't want to be here. I hope.

    “George! George, focus on me. Come on George. Look at me.” She pleads.

    I'm trying to focus on her but everything is blurry. I can't tell if it's because of how dizzy I feel or if I'm crying. It takes me a few minutes of staring at her numbly until I can finally see her. She's about to call an ambulance when I manage to whisper, “(f/n).”

    “George! I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here.” I can feel here clinging to me now and she's fighting back tears because of me.

“All 'cause you love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love you”

    My throat is opening a bit now and my body is starting to feel less and less numb by the second. Slowly I lift my hand up and touch her face, wiping away the single tear that rolled down her face. I've made her cry once again.

    “Can you stand?” She asks in a gentle tone.

    My throat isn't closing on me anymore but I can feel a lump in it forming as I'm holding myself back from crying at how pathetic I feel. All I can really muster is shaking my head no.

    “Okay. Stay here and focus on staying awake, okay? I'm going to grab you a glass of water.”

    I nod my head a little and watch as she disappears. I do as she asks and try to focus on keeping my eyes open. I can hear her footsteps through the house and her rummaging around through the kitchen. In less than a minute she's back with water and a couple Aspirin in hand.

    I down the pills and drink all the water before I trust myself to say anything. “Thank you.”

“So I think it's best we both forget before we dwell on it
The way you held me so tight
All through the night
'Til it was near morning”

    She just smiles down at me and starts to help me up. “Come on. Let's get you out of here.”

    Eventually I'm out of the small closet and she's leading me towards the bed. I sit down gently on the edge of the bed and grab her hand. “(f/n), I can't stay here in London. Everything is too familiar. I need to get away from everything.”

    She nods, “I know.”

    “I can't ask you to leave your family to come with me. I want to but that's not something I'm going to force on you.”

    “George, you should know by now that I'm not leaving your side. Honestly.”

    “I can't ask you to stay with someone like me. I'm broken (f/n)! I always will be.” I can't help but raise my voice at her. I have to make her understand that being with me isn't a good thing. I'm always going to be a mess. I'm always going to hurt her and go into these episodes and maybe one day she won't be there to save me.

“'Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love you”

    But I instantly regret raising my voice at all. I always forget that I'm not the only broken one here. I'm not the only one who's had troubles in my life. She did come from a very broken home after all. Yelling at her will just resurface bad memories and make her all the more unhappy.

    “Please don't yell.” Is all that she whispers and avoids my eyes by staring at the ground.

    I curse under my breath and gently take her hand again to pull her towards me and wrap my arms around her waist. “I'm sorry darling. I'm sorry.” I barely whisper.

    I can feel her take a few shaky breaths as she hugs me back, clinging to my sweater. “It's okay.”

    We stay there like that for what feels like hours until she finally pulls away enough to lead me fully onto the bed. There she holds me until my eyes feel heavy and my mind is fully calm again. How she always manages to bring me back, I have no idea. But right now I don't want to think about that. I don't want to think about my problems, I just want to lie here forever with (f/n).

    I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her. I've lost so many people in the war and even my own family have a hard time looking at me, even though they try, but that doesn't mean I'm alone. I have the most important person in my life right beside me and that's all that matters. Right now, that's all that I need.

“All 'cause you love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love you”