A/N:More of an in between chapter. It's not brilliant but I would love reviews. :D

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Fred stared dumbfounded at the door, half expecting his twin to come striding back into the room, saying he hadn't meant it and joking that he must be pre-menstrual. But he didn't. The door remained shut and Fred suddenly felt so terribly alone. They'd been apart so many times before. He was always going out with some bird, going out on the pull with Lee and the rest of the guys, leaving George to work late in the shop.

That's why it's different this time, said a little annoying voice in the back of his mind that sounded oddly like George, you've always been the one leaving him behind. This time it's the other way around.

Fred growled in annoyance. Why did George have to make things so complicated? Why did he have to say he loves me? Why couldn't things have stayed the way they used to be?

With a small sigh that was half way between a sob and a swear word, Fred lowered himself to the floor and started banging his head against the carpet. Why did he have to ruin everything?

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George shoved the last of his socks into his draw and pushed it close.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you guys." he said, turning to face Harry and Ron.

"Least we could do, bro." said Ron, slipping a hand round his boyfriend's waist and at the same time grasping his brother's arm reassuringly.

"Ron's family is my family and my family always has a room in my house." smiled Harry.

"Our house!" said Ron indignantly.

George smiled at this. It was great to see Ron and Harry so happy. If only he could have that with someone. George thought wistfully of Fred or a few moments before pushing the thoughts aside

Harry's small laugh broke into George's thoughts and his eyes snapped back into focus in time to see Harry place a kiss on Ron's cheek and exit the room.

There was silence as Ron sat down on George's bed and watched him as he continued to unpack his bag.

"I know you don't really want to tell me, but if you need to talk about what's going on between you and Fred I'm always here."

George was suddenly over come with sadness and gratitude. Dropping his bag to the floor he flung his arms round Ron and cried onto his shoulder.

"I love him Ron. I love him so much. And he's always leaving me behind. All the time. It's like I don't exist any more and it hurts so much." sobbed George, not caring what Ron thought of him.

Ron wrapped an arm round George's shoulder and gently stroked his hair.

"When you say you love him, do you mean-?" Ron left his question unfinished.

"Yeah." said George, nodding sadly "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, of course not. I sort of already guessed."

"Am I that obvious." asked George, grinning despite the tears.

"Not really. Must be my gay-dar." joked Ron.

"Ha ha. Look, mate. Do you mind if I just go to sleep? Today has worn me out."

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. If Fred asks do you want him to know where you are?"

"Don't go out of your way to tell him, but don't lie to him. If he wants me he can find me." said George, pulling of his shirt ad climbing into bed.

"Okay. Night George." said Ron, moving to the door, switching off the light and slipping out of the room.

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A/N: Yes, this chapter is terrible but I'm feeling shockingly bad at the moment and this is the best I can do and I need to get something written before I scream. :D

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