In Love With My Best Friend (Fred Weasley X Reader)
Summary: When you realized that you have always loved George, it was already too late. Instead of being the bride, you became the bridesmaid. But it seemed like you weren’t the only one who’s in love with their best friend.
Pairing: Fred X Fem!Reader, George X Reader (unrequited love)
Warnings: angst (George getting married!) to fluff, drinking, poor writing
A/N: I was listening to “Lucky” by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat while writing this. Hope you guys would like it:)
There are always a few things in life that people just take for granted.
Like that year’s Christmas Eve at the Burrows. That night, after a few glasses of butterbeer, you fell asleep lying on George’s shoulder. His shoulders were broad and he smelled like sweet cinnamon and caramel. You just felt so warm and secure next to him. At that time, you still couldn’t understand what that warm feeling in your heart meant, but you just naively believed that this feeling of warmth and security would never go away.
You were friends with the famous Weasley twins since your first year at Hogwarts and the three of you have been best friends for about twelve years now.
But regardless of being given more than a decade, you were still stupid enough to finally realize during the war that you have always loved George. And still you did nothing after that big realization, because you were afraid that he would find you weird or feel awkward around you. You just couldn’t afford sabotaging your friendship with him.
Plus, he’s your best friend so he would always be there for you, right? You could just confess your feelings whenever you are ready. So what’s the hurry?
But life rarely goes according to people’s plans. George eventually got a girlfriend. You were sad, but you weren’t hopeless. It was not like he never had a girlfriend before. So as long as he was not married, you could still wait for him.
But then, he proposed to her.
Fred told you this news when he came to your apartment for your weekly movie night. He always knew that you fancied George, so he decided to tell you this before you hear it from George at tonight’s dinner at the Burrows.
You swore to Merlin that you heard a huge exploding sound when you heard that news, but your apartment was perfectly quiet, dead silent even.
And then you went through what the muggles called the five stages of grief.
Denial. “Ha ha ha, that’s funny Fred. You got me, that’s a good one.”
Anger. “How could him do this to me! This is so not fair! I was here first! I was here for him for twelve years! This is not fair! I need to get him back! I don’t care if I’m gonna ruin the wedding! Fred Weasley, are you with me or not!”
Bargain. “Merlin, please! What should I do! I can trade anything for this, please!”
Depression. “Fred, I need some time alone. Oh I’m not sad…I just…I’m not crying……I’m sorry about your shirt Freddie, didn’t mean to use it as a tissue. I’ll wash it for you tomorrow.”
And finally, acceptance. “Merlin of course! I would love to be your Maid of Honor! I’m so happy for you George!”
