━━author's note: I really have no explanation for this except that I saw an old fic of mine and the idea just struck. This is a re-imagined version of 'don't say goodbye' Fred had been spending lesser and lesser time with you every day and you couldn't take it anymore.

━━warning(s): mentions of food and drinks, break up, angst but it's hurt and comfort, low-key descriptions of anxiety attack. gender neutral!reader (pronouns haven't been used throughout the story)

━━word count: 2,190

The fire crackled orange and gold, painting the dark walls. You were sitting right beside the mantle looking at the wall ticking. It was 11:35pm. Fred should've been home hours ago.

Tilting your head, you ran your thumb through the sharp edge's of the photo frame. Friendly— happy faces smiled back at you. It was you and Fred from your 6th year. He had an arm around you, kissing your cheek before winking at the camera. Oh you remembered that day. Vividly. The two of you had just started dating after months of pining. Fred had been an absolute sweetheart. One date led to the next and you didn't realise you two had spent years together. From graduating from hogwarts, to working your way up on your jobs, moving in together... You were madly in love and nothing else seemed to have mattered.

Everything looked great. Looked. Your parents often told you about ichs. A common rash. Ignore it and it will go away. Scratch it, and it will make your life hell. They never told you however, how long it takes. And you had been shutting your eyes to this one far too long. Fred was never there. Never. Both of you had jobs. Demanding jobs. Yet it seemed Fred was the only one without a moment to spare.

Your morning began with you getting up and ready for your day. Freshening up, making breakfast for the two of you— storing Fred's with a quick warming spell and a note because you knew you'll be gone by the time he woke up. Never having the heart to rouse him you simply smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, apprating to the ministry. When you came back, he would still be at the shop, working late into the night. Exhaustion caught you, you were unable to keep yourself from falling asleep after 12.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed your head back staring at the ceiling above. The thing was that you missed him. Terribly. You couldn't even remember the time he held you, let alone ask about your day— it had been months. There had been a hundred times, sitting alone having dinner or seeing his side of the bed empty. Loneliness caught with you reminisened all the times he would pull you over his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. Telling you about the newest invention at his shop. All confrontations with him about the same had ended the same way. With him promising he would try. He never did.

Glancing at the clock again, you felt your body grow hot with anger. It was nearly midnight. You had left him a note to come home early that day. Promotion at work had flashed like the perfect occasion to catch up. Happiness had been bubbling through you all day. Although as time passed, your excitement dulled. The food turned cold and ice in the firewhiskey bucket had melted. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt your stomach churn. There was a pop as the door opened to reveal a disheveled Fred. He gave you a small smile before moving straight towards the bedroom.

"Fred," you called out, clearing your throat and wiping away the tears. Did he really not notice? "Did you get my note?"

"Hmm?" he said, shuffling through his drawer. "Oh! Yes I did, sorry but work came up love, couldn't make it."

You clenched your jaw.

"Work?" you asked, agitated. "What work keeps you out until midnight Fred?"

His answering sigh infuriated you further.

"You need to change your work schedule, Fred," you said, crossing your arms. "George comes back to Angelina before 8. I'm sure you can manage before 9. I don't see you Fred. I don't get to talk to you or spend a moment with you. It's like I'm living alone— I spent more time with you before we moved in!"

Fred squeezed his eyes shut, tired.

"I'll try, I promise," he said after a minute. "Let's eat first, shall we?"

"No, Fred. You promise me that every time," you hissed. "I want you to tell me you'll be home tomorrow before 9. Like a normal person."

"What do you want me to do, huh?" Fred snapped. "I thought you would be more supportive of me and my business."

"Don't you dare say that," you threatened. "I've been there for you every step of the way. What I am asking you is for you to take out some time for me. I need you to be there for me too!"

"Well excuse me for wanting to earn enough money for our future. For wishing you didn't have to work to live a happy life."

"Fred," you said, your voice a dangerous whisper. "You know exactly how much I love my job. I've always been happy working. What has gotten into you? You were always so supportive of me!"

Something crossed Fred's eye and he took a step back, shaking himself. He took a deep breath.

"Listen," Fred said calmly. "It's late now, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"When, Fred? When? In the morning, when you are asleep or at night which is the time right now?"

Fred remained silent. It felt like you were bursting. All the frustration, sadness and disappointment poured in.

"It hurts, Fred. It hurts and it feels like I'm alone in this. People ask me how we are doing and I don't know what to tell them. I have no idea what's going on with the person I live with. I don't even know where our relationship is goin—"

"You know what?" Fred said, finally losing his cool, throwing his hands in the air. "If you feel so alone, maybe you wouldn't find a difference if we even separate."

You gasped.

"I'm going to give you a moment to take that back," you hushed. Fred crossed his arms. "Think about it before telling me you meant it."

"Listen, you know I put my work above anything else," he said, gritting his teeth. "I've always wanted to be rich enough so people like Malfoy wouldn't dare to insult me or my family. That shop. It's my life. It's everything that lets me afford the things I never could."

"So the shop's more important to you than having me stay?" you said, your throat heavy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand you searched Fred's face. The face you had fallen in love with, the one that didn't quite meet your eyes now which forebode tears. No you couldn't cry now. Not when he disregarded your job you had been so passionate about, not when his status in life was more important to him. When Fred didn't say anything, you let out a dry laugh. Shaking your head you moved towards your wardrobe, your head thumping. You took out a couple of your clothes, money and some documents, packing up a bag. Fred stared at you wide eyed as you went for the door.

"What are you doing?" he demanded as you opened the door moving out.

"Well, since you don't care if we separate and your shop is the only thing you're living for; it only seems fair that I leave," you said, furiously rubbing away the tear that fell down your cheek. "Oh and Weasley? I hope you become the wealthiest wizard in the country."

The last thing you saw was Fred's shook form before a familiar house came into view. Knocking on your best friend's door, you wondered whether you should have taken a hotel. It was very late after all. Before you could turn back and leave, Ruhaan opened up. He looked sleepy but his expression changed on seeing you.

"Hey, are you alright? What's the—"

"Can I stay here tonight?" you blurted. "I'll crash on the couch... "

Ruhaan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you in.

"Of course you can," he said as your throat felt heavy. "You're always welcome here, what happened?"

"I... we broke up," you croaked. Admitting things aloud often made things real. Stating your breakup to Ruhaan made you really assess the situation. Blood rushed to your head as you realised you really just left back someone you had loved for six long years. Still did. Your legs wobbled making you lose your balance but Ruhaan held you steady.

"I can't believe it... I... love him..." you gulped.

"Let me first get you some tea," he said, rubbing your sides.

-♡♡♡-

Fred was a mess. He fell on the floor with a thump, realising what happened moments ago. You left. The person he had loved all his life had left him. And it was his fault. All those months he had been trying to get the latest product to work. George had given up on it long ago knowing well how dangerous it was to work on. Yet he stood back, working extra hours determined to get it done. It made him lose sight of what was important, you. His heart constricted as he felt like he couldn't breath. Hot tears fell down his cheeks as he let out a frustrated shout. He had finally lost everything.

For the next few days, Fred worked as an auto pilot. Numbness had caught up to him. He couldn't bring himself to eat or sleep. Your thoughts plagued him. It was like he was watching your face fall as you moved out over and over again. The apartment felt devoid of spirit— dark and cold. Fred missed you, your smile as he sleepily joined you in bed, pulling you closer; your notes with little doodles telling him to take care... George vaguely knew about what happened, he couldn't bring himself to talk about it. Visits to your best friend's place have always gone the same. Ruhaan told him you weren't there.

Fred wanted— needed you. He loved you. Always did. And he would be damned if he failed to show you. Again. Washing his face, he apparated to Ruhaan's door again. Biting the inside of his cheek, he waited as a familiar face came into view sighing on spotting him.

"Fred," he said, taking a deep breath. "I've told you..."

"Please," he said, cutting him off. "Please, I know what I've done. Terrible won't start to describe it. Just give me a chance to talk. I won't push. I won't. I am really ashamed of the things I did. At least let me make it right..."

Ruhaan searched his face, mentally debating with himself. Fred was pleading, begging. He would do anything to make this right.

"Alright, don't screw this up," Ruhaan said, ushering him in directing him towards your room. "The first door on the right."

Fred nodded, moving briskly to where he indicated. Heart pounding, he knocked. Your voice came throaty, calling him in. When he saw you, his breath caught up. You looked terrible. Dark circles under red puffy eyes, nestled up in blankets. Noticing him, you sat up straighter.

"I told Ruhaan I didn't want to see you," you muttered. Fred moved to sit beside you. You looked away.

"I..." he began, not finding the correct words. "I brought this for you..."

He fished out a small box out of his pocket, handing it to you. It transformed into a teddy bear as the pack touched you, splaying itself over your hand like a rock. You narrowed your eyes at Fred.

"I've been working on this in secret for the last six months," he rasped. "A teddy bear for blue days. The more I worked on it, the stiffer it became. I could not imagine what exactly I was doing wrong. I tried charming it, transforming it, twisting and twerking it around..."

"Fred," you said, cutting him off. He blinked as streaks of heavy tears fell down his cheek.

"I was so fucking angry and determined to make it work that I couldn't see anything else than that," he sobbed. "I've said and done things that I couldn't forgive myself for. I've made promises I never followed and I've let you go. I... I know that there is no reason for you to even hear me out right now. But I can't lose you. I can't... I can't. I'll do whatever it takes to have you back but I don't want to say goodbye to the best thing in my life. Please. You don't have to excuse me but give me one opportunity to make it up to you."

You inhaled sharply.

"You'll come home before 9?" you asked.

"At seven everyday."

"You'll spare time for me?"

"Dates every other weekend."

"You'll cook everything for the next 3 weeks?" you said as Fred let out a breathy chuckle.

"Only your favourites."

You looked at his face, wet from crying. Eyes praying for your answer.

"You'll kiss me right now?" you said as a dull surprise crossed his face. He cradled your face, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes, body relaxing for the first time in days.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice low. You held his hand, squeezing it.

"I know."

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