Caution Pushed Aside for Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Bill/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
7,181
Reviews:
33
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Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pick Up
Disclaimer: see first chapter
AN: i'm so very sorry about the long wait. i had writers block & then finals & then figuring out my schedule for this semester. i'm going to try & get a new chapter out @ least once a week. however, 10 brand new reviews will get a new chapter posted tomorrow night. thank you for your patience. this is an emtional story. i put myself into this story 100%. i hope you like it.
Chapter 8: Pick Up
“Are you okay Charlie?” Fred asked.
“I don’t know. I didn’t realize that he hated me. I…I…” Charlie couldn’t finish what he was saying.
“It’s okay, Charlie. I’ll be here for you. Let’s finish getting what we need & head to Grimmauld Place to get the rest of our stuff. We can then go back to Hogwarts & start setting up the hut. Okay?” Fred said as he remained calm on the outside. Inside, Fred’s blood was boiling; he couldn’t believe that Bill would do that to Charlie. From what Charlie had said, he had never pressured Bill into making a long-term commitment even though that’s what he wanted.
***
Charlie & Fred spent all weekend working hard on the hut. Charlie barely slept. Fred woke up Monday morning @ 5 to find a large breakfast on the table & Charlie working hard @ the dishes.
Fred had had enough, “Please sit down & eat with me.”
“I gotta get these dishes done,” was Charlie’s response.
“Please Charlie. The dishes can wait till after you eat. You’ve barely been eating & sleeping. This isn’t healthy. I’m worried about you,” Fred was in tears by the end.
Charlie stopped doing dishes & turned around. When he saw Fred crying, he slumped onto the ground with his back against the cupboards. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do anymore. If I stop for too long, I start thinking about where it all went wrong. If I sleep, I dream about good times & then I wake up & I’m ten times sadder because it’s all changed now. If I don’t keep my hands occupied, they shake continuously. If I let my mind wander too much, I start to cry. I feel like a complete fool. I can’t even do anything right anymore,” halfway through Charlie had broken down into tears.
Fred wrapped his arms & body around Charlie trying to comfort him. There wasn’t much verbally spoken between the two in the hours that they sat there on the floor, but a lot of communication was spoken between them. Hopefully things would settle down for the school year.
***
The next day Charlie started working on his lesson plans for the year. Fred made sure that he ate every couple of hours. Charlie hadn’t eaten too much in so long that it hurt him to eat a lot in one sitting.
Fred worked on setting up an office in the hospital wing & getting acquainted with the ways things were run in the hospital wing. Fred worked hard, but he also made sure that Charlie didn’t work himself too hard. Fred didn’t like seeing the shell of the once great guy that Charlie was. It was like he was there, but not really there. Charlie would stare for hours on end @ the door, as if waiting for Bill to come in & say it was all some sick & twisted game.
Fred wanted to see Charlie happy again, but he knew that he couldn’t push him. Charlie was making small strides into a somewhat normal routine. He ate a snack every couple hours, he worked on his lesson plans, & he slept on a couch in his bedroom. His bed wasn’t slept in. The bed was made & ready to be used, but it was just there for looks. Fred didn’t understand why Charlie was so afraid of the bed. Fred had asked Charlie several times, but Charlie always left the room & never replied.
AN: i'm so very sorry about the long wait. i had writers block & then finals & then figuring out my schedule for this semester. i'm going to try & get a new chapter out @ least once a week. however, 10 brand new reviews will get a new chapter posted tomorrow night. thank you for your patience. this is an emtional story. i put myself into this story 100%. i hope you like it.
Chapter 8: Pick Up
“Are you okay Charlie?” Fred asked.
“I don’t know. I didn’t realize that he hated me. I…I…” Charlie couldn’t finish what he was saying.
“It’s okay, Charlie. I’ll be here for you. Let’s finish getting what we need & head to Grimmauld Place to get the rest of our stuff. We can then go back to Hogwarts & start setting up the hut. Okay?” Fred said as he remained calm on the outside. Inside, Fred’s blood was boiling; he couldn’t believe that Bill would do that to Charlie. From what Charlie had said, he had never pressured Bill into making a long-term commitment even though that’s what he wanted.
***
Charlie & Fred spent all weekend working hard on the hut. Charlie barely slept. Fred woke up Monday morning @ 5 to find a large breakfast on the table & Charlie working hard @ the dishes.
Fred had had enough, “Please sit down & eat with me.”
“I gotta get these dishes done,” was Charlie’s response.
“Please Charlie. The dishes can wait till after you eat. You’ve barely been eating & sleeping. This isn’t healthy. I’m worried about you,” Fred was in tears by the end.
Charlie stopped doing dishes & turned around. When he saw Fred crying, he slumped onto the ground with his back against the cupboards. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do anymore. If I stop for too long, I start thinking about where it all went wrong. If I sleep, I dream about good times & then I wake up & I’m ten times sadder because it’s all changed now. If I don’t keep my hands occupied, they shake continuously. If I let my mind wander too much, I start to cry. I feel like a complete fool. I can’t even do anything right anymore,” halfway through Charlie had broken down into tears.
Fred wrapped his arms & body around Charlie trying to comfort him. There wasn’t much verbally spoken between the two in the hours that they sat there on the floor, but a lot of communication was spoken between them. Hopefully things would settle down for the school year.
***
The next day Charlie started working on his lesson plans for the year. Fred made sure that he ate every couple of hours. Charlie hadn’t eaten too much in so long that it hurt him to eat a lot in one sitting.
Fred worked on setting up an office in the hospital wing & getting acquainted with the ways things were run in the hospital wing. Fred worked hard, but he also made sure that Charlie didn’t work himself too hard. Fred didn’t like seeing the shell of the once great guy that Charlie was. It was like he was there, but not really there. Charlie would stare for hours on end @ the door, as if waiting for Bill to come in & say it was all some sick & twisted game.
Fred wanted to see Charlie happy again, but he knew that he couldn’t push him. Charlie was making small strides into a somewhat normal routine. He ate a snack every couple hours, he worked on his lesson plans, & he slept on a couch in his bedroom. His bed wasn’t slept in. The bed was made & ready to be used, but it was just there for looks. Fred didn’t understand why Charlie was so afraid of the bed. Fred had asked Charlie several times, but Charlie always left the room & never replied.