Okay, so this chapter has more of a serious theme to it (not sex or anything), but it's nothing major. At least I don't think it is, but feel free to skip it. I don't think I put a lot of important information in this chapter, but I'm probably wrong, so you might wanna just skim it anyway :)

Chapter 18

George's P.O.V (This part literally carries on from the last chapter, so it's still the same night until I put Normal P.O.V)

I can't actually believe that this is happening right now … I'm still pretty sure that I'm dreaming and that in a few seconds I'm going to wake up. Because right now everything is just too perfect to be real. I can't believe that I'm lying next to the most beautiful girl I've ever met. She's even beautiful when she's asleep, this is probably going to make me sound like a twat (but who cares? It's my own head, no one else is going to hear) but she looks like a fucking angel. I just can't believe that she's mine. After 15-ish years of trying I finally got the girl. Although if I'd have tried harder I probably could have done it in 10, tops -
Shit, Ashley, don't wake up – oh, just moving, that's cool.
I probably should try and sleep, I've barely slept more than 5 hours in the last few days, but who knows, maybe Ashley will make me sleep better or I'll be too distracted looking at her face to fall asleep – as romantic as that sounds, of course.
Merlin this girl moves a lot in her sleep – OW freaking hard kick and all! Whatever, I'll get her back tomorrow.
I wonder if she knows her nose twitches in her sleep sometimes? She looks like a rabbit...that sounded weird, even in my head.
I swear she's trying to move closer to me – not that I'm complaining or anything, but people don't usually move this much in their sleep? Well, I know she doesn't, we've fallen asleep in the same bed for years and she's never moved closer to me. I moved forward slightly and kissed her forehead, when I leant back I could have sworn I saw her smile
'I love you' I whispered, closing my eyes so I could at least attempt to fall asleep.
'I love you too' I heard a whisper back a few minutes later, causing me to open one eye and see that she had her eyes open
'I thought you were asleep'
'Right back at you' she muttered, closing her eyes then moving even closer to me.
'Could you get any closer?' I murmured, smirking slightly
'Shh' she said, placing a finger over her lips, then wrapping her arm over my waist 'I want to be the one to say it first this time' she said, that's random...say what? 'I love you'
'Really? … Fine,' I groaned, before grinning 'I love you too'

Normal P.O.V

George woke up the following day to find that Ashley was not lying next to him, he frowned and turned over so he was facing the other way and saw that she was not on that side of the bed either. He slowly sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, then rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, his vision still slightly blurry. He eventually saw her sitting down on a chair that was by his desk, her knees were pulled up to her chest, her eyes were rimmed with red and it was apparent that she was shaking.
'Ash?' he asked, making a move to get out of bed
'What the hell is this?' she asked, a tremor in her voice, holding a folded piece of paper up that had her name scrawled across it in George's untidy handwriting. As soon as he saw it he collapsed back onto a seated position in bed.
'Oh no' he said under his breath, then placed a hand on his forehead
'George. Answer the question'
'Can we please deal with this later? Perhaps when I'm not half-asleep?'
'No. We can't' she said through her teeth, clenching her jaw 'We need to talk about it now. What is this?'
'You're going to regret it-'
'George' she hissed
'It's a note … ' he said quietly
'I can see that' she said, sounding slightly irritated 'What kind of note? and please don't say what I think you're going to say, because if you do then I don't really know what I'll do'
'It's a … erm'
'George' Ashley said, looking up at him,
'It's a – erm, well a note that someone would write when they were planning on killing themselves' he said quietly, before looking down.
'So it's a suicide note?' she asked, her voice shaking, George simply nodded in response. Suddenly Ashley had leapt up from her chair and had practically jumped on him, her arms were now wrapped around his neck and she was holding onto him as tightly as she possibly could, he continued to stroke her hair until she had calmed down slightly … or had at least stopped violently shaking. George noticed after a while that the shoulder of his shirt had gotten wet, he pulled Ashley's arms from around his neck, causing her to look up at him, 'Why are you crying? I told you all this yesterday, about how I felt and everything'
'I k-know' she began, then wiped her eyes 'B-but I d-didn't think you were actually going to d-do it'
'I'm not now' he murmured
'But you were going to!' she almost shouted 'If I hadn't shown up would you have done it?!'
'Well … I migh- ' George said
'Oh merlin. Oh god.' Ashley said, 'If I hadn't-'
'Ash' George said, grabbing her hands to get her attention 'Don't start freaking out. What matters is that you did show up, and that I'm not going to do anything again, alright?'
'Wait … again? You tried to kill yourself? …' she said, before clapping her hand over her mouth when she got no reply
'I'm sorry, Ash' he said, then pulled her towards him in a hug 'But I just felt so shit. My brothers dead, the girl I was in love with was ignoring me and everyone else seemed to have someone, I mean, my little sister had someone before me for Merlins sake. They all had someone they could turn to when Fred died, and me? I didn't have anyone. Least until you showed up, but that didn't last long either'
'Georgie' she said, pulling away and looking sympathetically at him 'You're going to be alright, I promise'
'You can't promise something like that'
'I can if I'm sure of it'
'You seriously think that I'm going to get better? That I'm going to stop missing Fred?'
'I think you're going to get better, but that doesn't involve not missing your brother. You can move on and remember at the same time'
'You see, I don't think I can' George said, 'Every time I think of him, I want to die. I hate the fact that he's gone and I can't do anything about it.'
'You're not the only one that feels that way, George. Obviously you feel worse than all the others, but you're not the only one that misses Fred. Your mum and dad do, Bill does, Charlie does, Percy, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Angelina, Lee … there are a lot of people who miss him, they get how you're feeling right now, maybe not to the same extent as you, but they understand, George. You've got to get that into your head.'
'How have you dealt with it?' he asked suddenly, 'Losing Fred? You were just as close to him as everyone else, including me, and you seem normal'
'That's because I've been focusing on making sure you're okay. I can't break down when you still feel bad, because then we'll just never feel any better.'
'That's the only reason you're not a complete wreck? Me?'
'Pretty much, yeah. I knew that you'd be a mess, so I told myself before I came that I shouldn't show any weakness, because then I wouldn't be able to make you feel better and I'd end up feeling like shit for making you feel even worse … as hard as that is to understand'
'I get it' George said 'I tried that with Ginny, didn't work.'
'I think Harry's trying it now, but I think he's having trouble as well'
'At least Ginny's boyfriend can make sure she's okay.' George muttered
'Shut up' Ashley said 'If Fred was my actual brother by blood you would have been acting just the same as me. Hermione's acting like that with Ron, doesn't make him a bad boyfriend. We just need to make you gingers feel better' she said, adding a smile at the end
'I suppose so' George muttered
'So what's making you feel worst? Or what do you hate the most about it?'
'I don't really know … I guess the thing I hate the most, more than anything I can think of, is that nobody's actually been able to make me feel better the last few days' once he had finished he looked at Ashley, who was sitting in front of him, saying nothing and looking down towards the quilt of his bed, picking at some of the stitching. It was at this point he realised what he'd said 'I didn't mean it like that, Ash …'
'No, I get it. I already knew I didn't make you feel any better' she began 'I erm – I'm just going to go and get – I don't know, something' she added, before standing up and walking towards his bedroom door
'Ashley, no' George said quickly, then jumped off the bed and ran ahead of her, blocking the door
'What, George?' she said quietly
'I didn't mean it that way'
'Then what way, George? Because it sounded like you said nobody's made you feel better, and I'm obviously part of that' she said, her voice barely above a whisper
'Yes, but if you payed more attention you'd also notice I said "in the last few days", and we haven't spoke to each other. So you couldn't possible have made me feel any better … unless you have some weird, mind power thing'
'Oh' Ashley said, biting her lip slightly 'Sorry …'
'Do you really think that you haven't made me feel better?' he asked, frowning, to which she simply shrugged 'Well you have, you've made me a lot better'
'Really?'
'Well, considering before you got here I couldn't get out of bed or eat or do anything, yes, you have'
'I suppose'
'Ashley. You need to believe me, if it wasn't for you, I'd probably be dead right now'
'I believe you' she said, looking up at him, he leaned down and touched his lips to hers for a moment, then pulled away.
'A lot seems to happen by this door' George said, smiling slightly
'You know, I was just thinking that' Ashley said
'Great minds think alike' George said, winking at her, making her blush 'You look cute when you blush' he said, smiling
'Oh shut up' she said, looking down at the floor and smiling
'And you definitely do not need to smile at the floor' he said, tilting her head up
'I probably do' Ashley said, to which George frowned
'No, you don't. You're beautiful and I want to see your face, whereas the floor probably does not, as it's floor, it has no feelings.' he stated in all seriousness, causing Ashley to try and hold back a grin before she couldn't any longer and her face broke out into a smile 'And besides, we've already had this conversation, I don't feel the need to repeat it quite yet' he said, causing her to blush a bright crimson colour 'Do you blush all the time?' he smiled
'No, just sometimes' she said, biting her lip
'Well, would you blush if I did this?' he said, then leant in and kissed her neck, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her lips, before kissing her softly. Once he had pulled away they both looked at each other for a moment before kissing each other again, this time more forcefully. George picked her up and carried her over to his bed, still not breaking the kiss, and lay her down, before holding himself up over her, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to her, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down so that her mouth was by his ear, then whispered something to him.
'Really?' he asked, a grin spread across his face. She bit her lip and nodded, before smirking slightly. He grinned even wider and began kissing her again.

So, yeah, that's it. :)
I also apologise for sounding bitchy in the last chapter about reviews, I was irritated before and then I remembered I didn't have any reviews and got more irritated and blah blah blah.
But thanks for the reviews anyway, they were great :3