Just So You Know
Truth
“How long have you known?” I ask him. I’m scared that I’m wrong.
“Oliver told me in our fourth year. I couldn’t bare to see him so unhappy. I realized that you were happier when you were around him too. I know I loved you, but the both of you had a love stronger then you and I had. I didn’t want to leave you, but you needed to leave me, but you couldn’t see that. I didn’t want you to know that I knew. So I didn’t tell you why. I’m sorry.”
“Will you invite me to your wedding?”
“What?”
“Will you invite me to your wedding?”
“Well, yeah I suppose so.”
“Okay, good. I want to come.”
“What are you going to do tomorrow?”
“Get out of here.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah, I have to. Ron agrees.”
“Bloody hell, don’t listen to Ron. He has no idea what he’s talking about.”
“George wont talk to me. I walked into the living room where him and Ron were, but as soon as I sat down he left. I think he thinks that I’m to blame for you being upset coming in from the garden today.”
Fred and I are lying in his bed, holding hands. I’m playing with his hair. We are just talking about anything, but I don’t want to leave him and it’s almost three am. I’ll miss him when I leave. I will move on now though, knowing that the truth was underneath my nose the whole time. For a while we’re just laying there, and then I drift off to sleep, dreaming happy dreams.
“Oliver told me in our fourth year. I couldn’t bare to see him so unhappy. I realized that you were happier when you were around him too. I know I loved you, but the both of you had a love stronger then you and I had. I didn’t want to leave you, but you needed to leave me, but you couldn’t see that. I didn’t want you to know that I knew. So I didn’t tell you why. I’m sorry.”
“Will you invite me to your wedding?”
“What?”
“Will you invite me to your wedding?”
“Well, yeah I suppose so.”
“Okay, good. I want to come.”
“What are you going to do tomorrow?”
“Get out of here.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah, I have to. Ron agrees.”
“Bloody hell, don’t listen to Ron. He has no idea what he’s talking about.”
“George wont talk to me. I walked into the living room where him and Ron were, but as soon as I sat down he left. I think he thinks that I’m to blame for you being upset coming in from the garden today.”
Fred and I are lying in his bed, holding hands. I’m playing with his hair. We are just talking about anything, but I don’t want to leave him and it’s almost three am. I’ll miss him when I leave. I will move on now though, knowing that the truth was underneath my nose the whole time. For a while we’re just laying there, and then I drift off to sleep, dreaming happy dreams.
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Shorrt, but if you are somebody who actually reads this story and likes it.. you'll get over it. :)