Still ; George Weasley

Twenty-three

"I've got the popcorn!" Marco grinned, joining me on the sofa. I lifted the blanket and he scooted closer before I put it over him as well. He placed the bowl between us before looking at me. "Update me on everything. How did you and five get back together?"

"Well, you know that day George and I visited you and you basically pressured us into fucking each other again?"

Marco shrugged.

"Vaguely."

"We went out that night. George, Fred, Lee, Angie and I." I explained. "Got drunk and George and I woke up in my bed the next morning. Neither of use remembered everything but it was pretty obvious that we slept together."

"No shit." he cursed, eyes wide as he threw some popcorn into his mouth, gesturing for me to continue talking.

"That got us talking and I ended up making the decision that I'd rather be with him than without him." I said. "So yeah, things are back to the way they were. Even Fred is as mean towards me as he always was at school."

I grabbed a handful of popcorn and picked them out of my hand, throwing them into my mouth.

"And how about that business you mentioned?" He asked. "You're actually doing it?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "It's a long process but I've got the name and all the basic things. It'll be doing an eight page newspaper, trying to make a change. Now I'm just saving up for funding to get it started."

Marco smiled as he nudged me with his elbow which made me drop some of the popcorn from my hand.

"Oops, sorry." He giggled, grabbing some from the bowl, throwing the whole handful into his mouth.

I looked at him with a disgusted look, scrunching up my nose.

"You're so disgusting."

He simply grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn't help but smile before I wrapped my arm around his, hugging it while placing my head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're home."

"Yeah?" He questioned. "So am I. I've missed making fun of you when you wake up in the morning, looking like something out of a thriller."

So glad to have him home...

"What's the plan now?" I asked and looked up at him. "Are you gonna continue seeing your therapist?"

Marco sighed and shook his head.

"No." He scoffed. "They kept saying I have clinical depression and wanted me to continue being on my meds, but they don't know what they're talking about."

"Marco—"

"And then they told me I'm traumatised from my childhood and that I got addicted because without it, I couldn't handle the pain of being in my own body." He said, rolling his eyes. "They're a bunch of idiots. They have no idea what's going on in my life and they have no right telling me what's going on in my mind."

Oh Marco.

"I don't think—"

"Anyway." He cut me off. "I'm doing better now and I'm just happy to be back home with you and Will."

"Yeah..."

"Don't look at me like that." He glanced at me before he looked down. "See, this is why I didn't want to say anything. I knew you'd all look at me differently."

"No, Marco—" I sighed when he got up, leaving the bowl of popcorn on the sofa. "Marco I'm not— I'm just worried."

"Exactly!" He turned to look at me. "And you don't need to! I am fine!"

"Then why do you sound like you're trying to convince yourself?" I asked. "What happened to you was horrible, Marcus but no one is looking at you differently. We just want you to get the help you need."

"I don't need help, Allie!" He yelled. "You know what... I was completely fine before you and William decided to meddle with my life! I wasn't hurting anyone and you still had to ruin it for me!"

I ran a hand over my mouth and watched him barge into his and William's room while I teared up at his outburst.

He slammed the door so hard that it echoed through the entire flat, the walls shaking lightly.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself, wiping my eyes. "Well, that went great Allie. You're a great fucking friend."

I hit myself in the forehead before putting the bowl of popcorn on the sofa table, throwing the blanket aside.

I felt absolutely terrible right now. He needed to accept the truth, that he needed help, because if he didn't... I was scared it would end horrifically.

Nope... I'm not letting him go down that road.

Before thinking, I got up and matched to their bedroom door, barging in. Marco sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door while breathing quite heavily.

"You are gonna see a therapist."

"Allie, I am not fucking—"

"Yes you are!" I yelled, causing him to look up at me, having ever heard me yell like that before, and definitely not at him. "How can you sit there and tell me you're doing okay when you just got out of three months of rehab and still is refusing to ever had a problem."

He looked down again, shaking his head but he didn't open his mouth.

"Do you actually think that it's normal?!" I asked. "That seeking to drugs because you can't face your own emotions, is normal? You're not well, Marco and I'm sorry to be so harsh about it but someone needs to be straight with you so you get the help you need."

He stood up abruptly, looking at me with his jaw tensed up, his eyes full of tears, but he still didn't say anything.

"I am not gonna sit here and watch you fall back into that habit of doing drugs because it's gonna kill you. I love you too much to make that same mistake like I did through school, watching you smoke all that weed and getting drunk every chance you got. I'm sorry that I didn't see it before and that I didn't help but I know that and I know you're sick. You need a therapist and you need to take the help we're offering."

When his bottom lip started to tremble and he wiped his eyes with his sleeves, I took a step forward, but he immediately moved further away, shaking his head.

"I'm only saying this because I love you." I said. "You know what it's like watching someone you love giving in to depression. How you were feeling when it was Will... that's how it is when we watch you do this to yourself."

He sobbed, forcing out a chuckle before he let himself drop onto the bed.

"The therapist in there told me to open up about everything he did to me." He said. "She told me that when I'm ready, I should tell a person I'd trust with my life and I want to tell you the things he did, Allie... but I'm— I don't know how and I don't know how to take the help either because all my life I've been on my own with this and since I was fifteen, the drugs has been helping me. I don't want to start doing them again but the cravings won't go away."

I wiped my own cheeks as he wiped his, and took a step closer to him.

"Can I come over there?" I asked. "I'd like to hug you."

He glanced at me, nodding slowly before I approached. I hugged him and he immediately wrapped his arms around my back, resting his head against my stomach as he let himself cry in my embrace.

"I know." I whispered, running my hand through his hair. "But it only hurts right now. It will get better. I promise you."