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Fred

I paced around a bit and looked at her from the corner of my eye. She had come in with sex-hair, and hiding my dressing-gown in her bag. For the past week, she had been distant with me, she said she was tired, but Katie didn't get tired, then she was late from work tonight, last night she had spent her time in our bedroom with some letter I didn't want to know about.

She looked at me with a light smile and I felt a little heartsick.

Are you cheating on me, Katie?

"Sorry, Fred?" I didn't say that out loud, did I? Shit.

"I didn't say anything." But by the look on your face, I've got you there.

"You said something about me cheating on you." Her frown grew and I felt sick again.

"Well, are you?"

She went bright pink and looked away from me, scowling.

"You aren't, Katie, are you?" I realised that expression was one of the guilty party, I'd work it often enough to know. "Katie, if-" She looked up at me and silenced me with her expression.

She wasn't scowling, she wasn't furious. She was hurt.

Shit.

"I don't know what you're talking about Fred. One day you think I'm pregnant, the next you're bloody accusing me of seeing someone behind your back!" Her face was pink with embarrassment and hurt.

"I just-you came in looking all-"

"You think just because I do my hair differently-" Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped lightly, she took a deep breath and I thought she was going to shout at me, thought she was going to scream and tell me I was an idiot, and that she'd never do something like that, and she was going to love me forever, and she'd never hurt me like that.

I thought she would shout at me. I thought she would… try.

"If you think that little of me, Fred… why're you wasting your time on us?"

Her hollow words echoed through me as I stepped towards her, and she held her hand up, shook her head and pushed past me, running up to our room and slamming the door behind her. I should have known that she would have run. Katie didn't like conflict, she didn't like to fight or scream, or get mad at anyone. She never jumped to conclusions, she was meticulous and sure about everything she did or didn't do.

I swallowed and thought about how I'd gone about that little episode. Probably not very well, considering I'd barely thought about saying the words, they'd just exploded out of my mouth without my having the chance to filter them, as bloody usual. Furious both with myself for starting this, and with Katie for not arguing her case with me, I folded my arms and threw myself down at the kitchen table, ready to growl at anyone that came too close to me.

About half past eight, I heard a thundering on the stairs as the doorbell rang. Katie's voice sounded down the hallway and from what I could hear, she had been crying a lot. Her tone was thick, she didn't sound like she'd smile ever again.

"Angelina, please, I don't want to talk here-" She said softly, and my brother's girlfriend make a little noise of assent. "It's-"

"Come on then." Angelina's voice rang throughout the house and I ventured to move to the doorway, peeking my head out the doorway. Ange had Katie's hand gripped between hers, pulling her up the stairs, but I was only half-aware of her presence.

Katie had her eyes locked on mine, staring at me. She looked distraught, the fingers of her left hand wound in her hair the way they always did when she was scared or upset, her eyes were a puffy red, and there were little sparkling tear-tracks from her eyes, where her eyeliner had run at the tears she had shed. I offered her a half smile and she sniffed, averting her gaze from mine as she looked over at Angelina, who tugged on her arm lightly as she tried to take her out of the situation.

"Come on, Katie-"

"Yeah." She nodded and stepped away from my gaze, almost sprinting up the stairs, faster than I knew she could run.

"Ange?" I looked at her, she stopped on the bottom step and looked at me, "She- I-I… I love her." I managed to grind from my throat, feeling the words burning in my throat as I spoke, "Tell her I'm sorry."

"Maybe you should."

I shook my head mutely and looked away. I couldn't face her now. I'd personally insulted her. Katie wasn't like this. She didn't deserve the accusations, I knew she would never do something like that to me, I knew she was… Katie was Katie. She was perfect to me and though she didn't see it, I was so lucky to have her beauty and her kindness, and-

"I can't." I heard her words as I moved to get my things from our room. I wasn't sleeping in the guestroom without some of my clothes for tomorrow. She'd rather see me now than the morning. She'd be more angry now, perhaps I could convince her to shout at me and try to fight with me, because I deserved to be beaten and bloodied by her words and her fists.

I'd accused her of something I knew she would never do.

She wasn't her mother. She wouldn't up and leave when something got too complicated, and I could see in her face that she loved me.

Why was I so suspicious? I didn't even deserve her.

"Katie, you've got to tell him."

"But… I-he'll-"

"Katie. He won't care. He loves you, more, I think than you can imagine. Tell him."

"It'll ruin it." She sniffed, "I've worked so hard, and-" She punched something, I heard the hollow thud and assumed it was the pillow or the mattress. I wished it was me.

"Katie, I think you need to-"

"I…" She sighed and hiccoughed, "I'll be back in a second." She said, and I jumped back in time for her to open the door and look at me, surprised. Her eyes flashed with fear and hurt and I tried to smile at her, but I think I merely twisted my lips in a grimace, because she pushed past me and ran downstairs, bringing a larger envelope upstairs with her as she returned.

She stood between Angelina and I, looking between us and swallowing nervously, before sighing and thrusting the brown paper at me.

"What's-"

"These are where I were last night. They're for you. They were supposed to be for your birthday. You've been telling me to-" She looked at me, sighed and shook her head. "I love you, Fred. You're a prick and a half, and I can't believe you'd think I'd do something like that to you."

"Katie… I love you more than life itself." I breathed and pulled her toward me without her permission. I should have asked, but as I pressed my lips to hers and held her tight, I felt her respond, and I felt hope.

"I-" She started but I shook my head.

"I'm so, so sorry, Katie." I dropped my hands from her waist, still holding the envelope, and waited for the aftermath.

She looked like she wanted to scream at me, to yell and break my bones, but she simply let me take the envelope, strode over to the wardrobe and pulled out her favourite soft denim jacket.

"I'll be back in an hour." She swallowed nervously and looked over at Angelina, "We're going out."

"Wh-" But Katie widened her eyes and jerked her head lightly as a signal to Ange not to argue. She nodded and took Katie's hand again, the latter sniffing lightly and wrapping her arms around herself as Angelina apparated the pair of them away.

-xx-

A week and a half later, forty minutes before George and I were supposed to be going out for our birthday with the family and Katie and Ange, I was still sitting on our bed, looking at the envelope. I wanted desperately to open it and see what the hell she had got me for my birthday, but at the same time, I felt so guilty about opening whatever was inside without her.

When George knocked on my door ten minutes later, I feigned illness and refused to move.

Katie hadn't come back for a week, she hadn't returned any of my owls. Angelina said she was thinking about things, had to do things. She wouldn't tell me what, and it was killing me being apart from her.

"Fred?" Katie's voice echoed through the place about ten minutes after George had gone. I supposed he had gone to her to get me out of bed. I hadn't left here all week. She sounded like she'd been crying more than I had, sitting here in our room and feeling sorry for myself, and, thinking about her now, I felt the tears prick at the corners of my eyes as well, though I tried to fight them off.

"I'm here." I called back, hoping she'd follow my voice. "I-are you alright?" This wasn't about me. I'd been pathetic all week, with George looking after me. Katie had just… disappeared.

She pushed the door lightly, it swung open, revealing her looking stunning as usual. She stared at me, silence reigning throughout the room as our eyes locked.

"Are you alright, Katie?" She nodded and I took a deep breath, "Are we alright?"

She took a deep breath and almost pounced on me, throwing her arms around me and bursting into tears. After ten minutes of just holding her as she sobbed, I felt her pull away from me and looked down to meet her eyes.

"Are we alright?" I tried again, and she cocked her hand back and slapped me hard.

"You bastard." She said, and I shut my eyes and waited for the next blow. It snapped across my other cheek and I simply allowed her to do it, holding her as she straddled my legs and slapped the hell out of me. "I can't believe you would stay at home and waste your birthday, you might be stupid, but you know, you should think about-" She slapped me again.

I was done with the abuse for a minute. She never hit anyone usually, I wanted to know what had brought about the change in her.

"What happene-"

"What happened, Fred? Well, the person I thought understood me, loved me, trusted me and wanted to be with me for the rest of my life accused me of cheating on him, and I got sick of it when his twin brother came over to where I was staying and told me about how he had been staying in our old room, crying and moping, but never tried to come and see me."

"I owled you." I managed to squeak out as she looked at me and I breathed out as she leaned forward and touched my lips with her fingertips.

"You did." She said softly. "But I wanted you to apologise."

I swallowed and looked over at the envelope on the duvet.

"I didn't look at that-" I gestured, "In case you… I didn't know what to do-"

"You didn't-" she looked down at the envelope as well, and gulped loudly. I but my bottom lip as I watched the muscles in her neck work as she swallowed, almost hearing the pulse in her neck ticking over. I wanted to lean over and touch my lips to the gentle curve of her neck, make her jump and laugh.

Her fingers tightened in my hair and she tugged on it, hard, I whimpered and she looked at me.

"You didn't look at those fucking pictures?" She yelped, and I groaned. "Do it now."

She frowned and I looked at her, then reached over to pick up the envelope. My fingers shaking, I opened it with my fingertip and let the glossy paper fall face down onto the bed.

Katie blushed as I lifted it up, carefully averting her eyes so she didn't have to see it.

"K-Katie-" I started, "These are-" I breathed out and looked up at her.

"They're awful, aren't they?" she whimpered lightly, still looking at the doorway.

"You're more beautiful than ever, Katie." I gently reached my arm around her, she was still kneeling across me, straddling my knees, and I let my hand slide up her back. I could feel the scars across her skin, felt her tense as I let my fingers play over them, and she gasped as I pressed my lips against hers.

She tried to push me away, but I didn't let her go. I held her tight and she whimpered against my lips, before pulling back and looking sideways at me.

"Katie…" I ducked my head, she still looked furious, and I was afraid of saying what I was thinking.

"Don't ever do it again." She said, licking her lips and tugging on my hair again. I gasped and she smirked slightly.

"I love those pictures." I growled as I pulled her up close to me. "They're just you. Just perfect, and-"

She slammed her lips to mine and pushed me back to the duvet.

-xx-

I found the picture, fluttered under the bed the next morning, and just stared at it while she showered. She was standing, in front of a mirror covered in a black cloth, with a perfect gothic wedding dress in the background. I wanted to steal it for our wedding. She would look perfect in it.

But Katie. Katie looked perfect. Her hair was messed around, just how I liked it, and she was wearing my dressing gown, which explained why she had taken it from me last week, and come home with hair that was ridiculously sexy.

She had dropped the shoulders of the dressing gown, it shone bright against her skin, the pale pink scars on her skin were shining bright against the gown, the black background and the paleness of her body. The curve of her spine was enticing, and I wanted to jump up from where I was sitting and steal Katie from the shower, get her to re-enact this moment for me forever.

She was smiling softly, watching over her shoulder and staring straight into the camera. Her bright blue eyes were wide and nervous, and I could see the blush on her cheeks, creeping across her shoulders. I let out a soft sigh and smiled at the picture.

She always wondered if she was beautiful.

One perfect picture would prove it.

This was Katie. Katie, however she was, was perfect.

"Fred… are you alright?" I looked up at her, she was wrapped up in my dressing gown, it dwarfed her and made her look even more perfect. She was staring at me from the bathroom doorway and smiling lightly. "I called you three times."

I let my eyes rake over her form and smiled at her.

"Captivated." She laughed.

"Yeah, whatever." she rolled her eyes and I crossed the room in a half-second, wrapped my arms around her and grinned as she rose up on tiptoes to kiss me.

"Why lie?" I grinned, "If I've always been captivated by you?"

-xx-

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