Just Last the Year
She woke up before he did, the familiar scent of soap, aftershave and cologne were the first things that hit her. It was a comforting scent, the one that she often smelled when he went into hug her, leaned into too close to show her a picture in the prophet, things of that nature. The sun wasn't shining, but the birds were chirping outside the window, rather loudly, but that was probably due to the fact that Laurel was hungover and everything seemed too loud at the moment, even George's snoring was just a bit too loud. She didn't want to get out of the bed, George was warm, his body pressed up against hers, arm slung over her waist, other arm under his pillow, supporting his head, his breath was warm against her neck, even if he did snore. Laurel gave a small smile and turned over to look at him, making sure to be quiet in the turning process.
Now most people didn't look at George Weasley and think the word "tired", but looking at him now, even sleeping, Laurel could easily see he was tired, probably from the events of last night, but it was that kind of aging tired, in his sleep, he looked…older. The bags under his eyes indicated lack of sleep, probably lack of anything that was healthy for him, his diet over the past few years had been cigarettes, one night stands and liquor, lots of liquor and somewhere between all of that he managed to keep his shop up and running, while dealing with his grieving family. It was a lot to put on somebody's shoulders, a lot to put on somebody who was also grieving but was being self destructive in the process. He didn't mean to be, George just didn't know how to deal with these emotions, it was like a rollercoaster, up and down up and down.
After taking in the lines of his face, the small crease between his eyebrows from where he furrowed his brow, the way his lips were slightly dry, to the way his hands felt rough on her stomach, she took note of his breath when he was sleep, steady and peaceful, every once and a while he'd mutter something under his breath, but not very often. Laure rolled back over, carefully scooting herself out from under his arm and reaching down to grab her shirt off the ground, pulling it on, she slid on his boxers as well, another few moments, she was able to find her wand and with that, she quietly walked out of the room, letting George sleep, lord knows he needed it.
The kitchen was a mess when she entered it, pots and pans piled into the sink, most of them dirty nonetheless. Mugs filled with coffee and tea sat on the counter tops, some left dark rings when she picked up to put them in the sink. "George." She muttered under her breath. "Let's see what we have here." There wasn't much, she was able to make some eggs with toast and a piece of fruit, that was about it though. "There, that should do it." Putting the plate and 2 mugs of coffee onto the tray she had found under the sink. Walking back into the bedroom, she set it down, before kneeling on the bed. "George, wake up." She said quietly, leaning down and kissing his cheek. "Wake up, Wake up, wake up. I've made you breakfast."
"Mmmfffhh-Bacon?"
"No, no bacon, eggs and toast. It was all I could find, you need to go to the market it."
"Why do I have to wake up, lay back down." He muttered into the pillow as he rolled over.
"Geroge. I need to talk to you."
"Why do you sound so serious?
"Because I have something serious I need to talk to you about, George, seriously."
With a groan the redhead rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows. Upon seeing Laurel's face, his contorted into a look of concern. "You alright? Laur, what's up?"
"Well." Laurel reached over for her mug of coffee, it was in some quidditch mug that had a player on it who flew around. Kinda like a picture mug. "I um-" staring down at the brown liquid in the mug, she took a quick sip. "I'm going back to the States soon." She blurted out. It was rusehed and probably all sounded like mumbo jumbo, but it was enough to put a look of surprise on George's face. "What do you mean 'Back to the States.'?"
"I mean, I'm going back to States. My time studying here is almost and up and I don't know. George, where are we? What are we doing? Are we together, are we not together, are we fuck buddies? What? What are we?"
"Laur, I really don't know. There's too much going on right now to think of what we are, don't you reckon?"
"No, George, I don't." she muttered quietly.