Stupid gnomes (Fred Weasley)
Hi, how are you? I’d like to request a Fred one-shot where the reader is good friends with the weasleys and she is visiting their house and she overhears Fred talking about her and how he has the biggest crush on her and stuff like that oh and lots of fluff please haha thank you :-)
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I apperated to the burrow. I was staying at my bestfriend’s house, Fred Wesley. I loved Fred, like more than a best-friend should, but I was gonna confess it to him after six years of being best friends.
I walked to the door of the dangerous looking building. I took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door. After a few seconds the door flew open, revealing a very tired looking lady.
“Oh! You must be y/n!” She sang, suddenly full with energy.
“Yes. You must be Mrs. Weasley.” I said, politely.
“Oh none of that, dear. Call me Molly.” She usher me inside. She levitated my suitcase in and called Fred.
“Y/n!” Fred yelled, picking me up and hugging me tightly.
I laughed. “Fred! It’s only been a few days since we last saw each other.”
He put me down. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.” He smiled, cheekily.
“I’ll leave you two at it then. I’ll put your things in Ginny’s room, dear.” Molly said. “Oh and Fred. You need to help George de-gnome the garden.”
“Can’t Ron do it? Y/n just got here!” Fred whined.
“Fred. Go. I’ll help your mum out with whatever I can.” I said, sternly.
“Oh no, dear. You’re our guest! I can’t-” I cut her off.
“I want to help. Please. I can’t just sit around all summer and do nothing.”
She smiled. “Okay. You can help me in the kitchen.”
I turned to Fred who rolled his eyes playfully before walking out the door, muttering ‘stupid gnomes’ under his breath.
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It had been an hour and a half of me helping Mrs. Weasley cook in the kitchen. The food was ready and Mrs. Weasley told me to get Fred and George.
As I was about to walk out the door, I heard two almost identical voices. I don’t know how I knew the difference between Fred and George, but I did.
“You like her don’t you?” George asked.
“Is it that obvious?” Fred answered.
“Oh come on, Freddy! She’s all you’ve been talking about since break started. She’s all you EVER talk about.” George laughed.
Who’s all he ever talks about? I stood quietly by the door waiting to hear who Fred liked.
“She’s just…amazing. I’ve never felt this was before about anyone. She always makes me laugh when I’m down, which isn’t often so that makes it even harder for me to laugh.” Fred said, quietly.“And she’s beautiful. Her eyes are the most memorizing y/e/c I’ve ever seen. But what I like most is that she’s genuinely a nice and caring person. She can’t have a good time unless everyone is having a good time. She’s just…the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Do you love her?” George asked.
Fred looked up at him and gave a small smile. “Yes. Y/n…. Y/n’s the love of my life. As cliche as that sounds, it’s the truth.”
I froze. He…he loves me. He loves me back! I have to tell him. It’s now or never, y/n! Just go up there. Tell him now! He loves you! You love him! Do it!
“Y/n?” I was snapped out of my mental argument by Fred.
I face palmed myself. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered.
Fred and George laughed as George went inside, sending winks and thumbs up at Fred.
I stepped outside until I was standing a foot away from Fred. It was silent. A comfortable silence. I have to tell him now. I’m gonna say it.
“I love you.” We both said in unison. Our eyes widened. After a few seconds we both laughed.
“You heard all that, huh?” He asked, his cheeks growing red.
“I’m glad I did, Fred.” I smiled.
I hadn’t realized how close we were. I was looking up at him since he was taller than me by quite a bit.
He smiled. “I was gonna tell you next week. That’s why I invited you to stay here.”
“You were gonna make me wait a whole week?!” I fake gasped.
He chuckled at this. “I was nervous! I’m not anymore that’s why I’m so confident in doing this.”
Before I could ask what he was talking about, he leaned down and kissed me. His hands were cupping my face, while mine were holding on to his wrists. Our lips moved together in sync as the kiss deepened. I then felt a sharp pain on my leg.
“Ow!” I yelled, breaking away from him.
“What?! What’s happened?!” He asked, worried.
“Something bit me!” I yelled, looking around to find what had bitten me.
Fred groaned. “Stupid gnomes.”
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