A/N: Slow updates are because I have 30 characters on a bunch of RPG sites, so I have around about 60 posts to do every SINGLE day, which makes posting for all of them AND THEN updating the story very hard. :3 Yeah, I cbf changing my A/N from last time. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
George had never before been so torn in his entire life. Sure, he knew that everyone expected him to ditch Angelina for Belinda, the girl he'd been in love with since third year when he really started to notice that she was a girl. Everyone thought of him as the bad guy, and it was un-fair. What was he meant to do, ditch Ang for a girl that'd been in a coma for 3 years? The same girl that was treating him like the evil one, the one who wrecked everything. He ran his hands through his hair in agitation, hunched over on the side of his bed.
On the one hand, Angelina wasn't exactly the nicest girl. To him, she was though, but he saw the way she treated the others. With a slightly angry tone, but they all passed it off as bitchiness - it wasn't. George knew better than that, he knew that the look in her eyes was that haunted look of loss, the way she treated the others was a way of letting her angry emotions out. She still loved Fred, George knew and accepted that. She loved him too though, George believed her when she said she did. She was a tortured soul, dealing with the loss of a man she loved and her entire family. The others were cruel to her, forgetting that she'd lost everything in that war that she loved, everyone she loved. They just ignored her, treated her like dirt, called her a bitch because she wasn't overly nice to them. None of them could understand the simple beauty of Angelina, her many emotions, the soft curls at the end of her hair, the sparkling brown of her eyes, the dimple in her left cheek when she smiled. He loved that she let out her emotions instead of keeping them bottled up, she cried when she wanted, got angry when she wanted, and showed her happiness when she wanted. They never understood her, never, and they never would. They still believed she was clinging to him because she was clinging to Fred, but that wasn't true. He did still hold onto her because she reminded him of Fred with the little antics that she'd picked up from her, but he still loved her for her. But he knew, he'd always known that she did love him, simply because of him.
On the other hand, there was Belinda. Belinda was clever, with her witty and sarcastic humor that matched his own, and her haha-you-just-got-puked-on humor as well. She loved the little pranks, and always participated in them with the cleverest twists that she could add. She was charming, with her wicked good looks and her wonderful personality. There were only few people who hated her, and he was sure that was either on principle or simply because they were jealous of her. She was a strong person who had become weaker due to her coma, but that was to be expected. She would gain her strong will back after a while, and she would be normal Belinda who didn't cry, who didn't show weakness and who laughed in the face of danger. Though the others were convinced that she was perfect for him, he disagreed. They told him to wait for her, she was his 'soul mate' and all of that bullshit. George never believed in soul mates, no matter how good she was for him. No matter how happy she made him whenever he was near her, no matter how much he craved to touch her soft locks of brown that came down in gentle waves to frame her pale face, making her chocolate-y eyes stand out. No matter how much he loved her, she wasn't his soul mate, for there was no such thing. He believed that two people found each other, fell in love and they worked hard at their relationship. He admitted that he could see a future full of love if he went with Belinda, but there was the same thing with Angelina. Of course he loved Belinda, he'd never stopped loving her, but he loved Angelina too.
People thought it wrong to be in love with two people at once, but George often wondered why. It was merely making sure they were both happy that was the hard part. He knew that Angelina was in love with two people, George and his deceased twin, Fred. He didn't care, because Angelina knew that he still loved Belinda. He felt bad for ignoring her every time he saw Belinda, but he was still in shock.
Belinda, his beautiful Belinda whom he loved so much had been in a coma for 3 years, and just when he'd completely given up hope she returned and caused problems. He didn't blame her for the problems, they weren't her fault. There was merely a sick, twisted love surrounding the three of them that he wasn't sure how to deal with.
He wish it could be as easy as Angelina insisted. Just let her go, stay with me, she'd begged as tears poured down her cheeks. They were fighting over Belinda, the way George was so hung up on her. Angelina said she understood that he loved her, but that didn't make her alright with him. He hated the way he was hurting her because he couldn't choose between her and Belinda. It broke his heart to see her so messed up over it.
Just then, there was the sound of the door creaking open and George's head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot from crying, his hair messy and bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. Angelina looked the same, her hair sticking out in odd places as she slowly moved towards him. He saw her face go red as she blushed and wiped the tears that had started to fall from her cheeks. George stood up silently and took her in his arms, stroking her hair as he feathered kissed across the top of her head. He felt her body shake with sobs, and he pulled her over to the bed.
They laid together, wrapped in each others arms as they both cried, un-ashamed. Her head was tucked under his chin as she gasped for breath after several minutes of simply crying. He pulled her head up to his own and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, trying to convey to her without words how sorry he was for this heart-ache he had caused. She pulled away after a while, her eyes pressed shut.
"Open your eyes, Ang." He whispered, and she did so with much hesitance. Her eyes were like an open book, showing exactly what she was thinking and feeling without the need of words. He sighed and kissed her forehead tenderly, his heart aching with an over-load of emotions. He was so torn, between the woman before him and the woman he longed to have before him. He knew she was going to try to convince him again, but her attempts would not sway him.
"Please George, this can be so easy," she whispered, trying to coax a response out of him. He shut his eyes and tried to make this pain stop. "Just stop, you don't have to love her. Think of everything we did together, I love you. Please, don't leave me George, stay with me." Her voice was broken, and he hated the pain he was causing her. She was a beautiful woman, and he wished she didn't love him.
Again, he responded as he always did.
"No. I can't just turn these feelings off, Angelina," he opened his eyes and stared at her, sorry filling his features. She looked at the ceiling above them, and then back at him angrily. "Just like you can't stop loving Fred, or me for that matter. It'd be better if you went away, Ang. I love you, but wouldn't it be easier if you found a man who could completely love you?" He asked gently, and Angelina nodded her head.
"It would be, but I don't want to leave while I still have you. She hasn't got you yet." Angelina's tone adopted that bitchyness the others commented on, but George saw right through it. SHe was insecure, she was worried. With his constant insistance that she left, he knew that she felt that he wanted her to go away so he wouldn't have a problem with going to Belinda.
"Don't think like that," he responded, and Angelina knew without asking what he was talking about. She blushed and looked away from him. "I love you, I love you so much, Ang. Don't think for a second that I don't love you for merlin's sake, but I love her too." Angelina's hopeful expression vanished and became pained at his last words. He wouldn't lie to her though, their relationship was based on honesty - even if it hurt.
"I get it. We keep going around in circles, retracing our steps, avoiding the finish line because you don't want to cross the line. Because that would just make everything harder, but we have to eventually, George. We're getting married in 3 days." She whispered to him. Before he could respond, she was gone, leaving him feeling empty and broken. Finally, George succumbed to sleep and dreamed restlessly.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness, I just don't have it in me to write a really big, emotional chapter about George because that part there was making me sad enough, and I dun like being sad! D';