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Practice for You | Ron Weasley

Ron knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You had been off for the past few weeks, and it was really starting to worry him. He had asked you about it a few times, but after you stormed off with tears in your eyes last week, he decided not to push you any further. Instead, he’d just stay by your side and listen when you were ready to confide in him.

“Hey, you.” Ron whispered softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You snapped your head up, his presence pulling you out of your own head. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering when he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.” You replied with a small voice, your cheeks heating up when you felt his hand began to move in small, comforting circles.

“Do you wanna hang out tonight? Hermione is helping Harry study for something, and he probably won’t be back until late. We can watch movies, if you want.” Ron smiled down at you, his smile fading slowly as he noticed your facial expression.

Your stomach twisted at his words and you gulped, trying to figure out what to say. You backed away from your boyfriend nervously, his hand falling from your back. Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to open his mouth to speak, but you already started. “I think—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Draco called from down the hallway. You turned around to look at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Ron reached out and grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to him. You let him pull you back, and you let him hold you against his side. “How’s the practice going, Y/L/N?”

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Practice? Practice for what?”

Draco gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes. Your heart was starting to pound in your chest, and you just wanted to scream. You wished you would of locked that damn door. “You don’t know? Wow, Weasley. Some boyfriend you are.”

Ron’s blood boiled and he poked at his cheek with his tongue, not even noticing his grip on your waist was tightening. He may not have noticed, but you definitely did.

“Have you not noticed how much time she’s been spending with Longbottom, or did you just not care? Cause’ if I was her boyfriend, I most definitely would of done something about it,” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I guess we’re different, aren’t we, Weasley?”

Ron scoffed at his words. “Yeah, we are different. I don’t get jealous as easy as you, because I know my place to Y/N and I know where our relationship stands. She’s allowed to have friends, you know? Besides, you and I both know who Neville is and he’s the sweetest guy on this damn planet, so I really don’t know who you’re trying to fool, here.”

Your eyes began to fill up with tears, and your hand traveled to the one gripping at your hip. You used all your might to pry his fingers apart, and once he got the hint, he allowed you to slide your fingers in between his— squeezing them tightly when your hands were held together. He didn’t know what you wanted to say or what was going through your mind, but he knew you wanted to say something.

“Hey, I never said he wasn’t a good guy,” Draco shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just saying. If my girlfriend would be sneaking around to dance with another dude three bloody times a week, I’d be pretty upset— but maybe that’s just me.”

You felt Ron’s hand slip from yours, and he pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. Seeing your teary eyes and blotched cheeks, he just assumed you were guilty of doing just what Draco said. Ron stood there silently, his chest aching and his fists clenched as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. See you around!” Draco smirked, walking past them to leave the two alone in the hallway.

“Ron—” You tried, your voice breaking and becoming weak within seconds. Your heart broke when Ron laughed sarcastically, shaking his head while looking at you up and down.

“Don’t try to come by tonight,” He snarled, making the tears finally fall from your eyes. You went to reach out your hand to pull at his robes, but he pushed your hand away harshly. “Stop. Just go, will you? Why don’t you go find your little boyfriend and dance with him some more.”

His words pierced your heart, and you stepped closer to him but he just pushed right past you, pushing his shoulder into yours as he passed you. You let out a small sob, turning around to watch him as he walked down the hall. “Ron!”

You had tried to talk to him since this morning, but he refused to talk to you. You sat in your seat in potions class, staring at him with a heavy heart and swollen eyes. He turned to look at you, catching your eyes. Your breath hitched, and you went to smile, but he just glared at you before turning away. You felt your heart crush again.

When class ended, you hurried to grab your things to catch up with Ron. You might of made it, too, if Neville didn’t stand in your way with that heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N,” He cheered, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “We still on for tonight? I think this might be the last practice, considering how well you’re doing.”

You looked past his shoulder, catching eyes with Ron. He looked like he just got stabbed in the heart a million times. You expected him to run away, but he kept his eyes glued on the two of you. You gulped and looked back at Neville, who was waiting patiently for your response. “Y-yeah, sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great! I’ll see you at seven, then?” He asked, making you nod. He smiled at you once more before turning around and walking towards the door. “Oh, hey, Ron!” He waved on his way out. Ron just stared at him, watching as he skipped out of the classroom.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt your breathing quicken when Ron started storming towards you. His eyes were dark and sad, and his face was tight. “You’re mental, you know that? Absolutely mental!”

You sighed in frustration. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about; you don’t understand!”

Ron smirked, the expression so cold it made you shiver. “I understand everything very clearly. Now it’s your turn to understand— we’re over.”

His words made your stop in your tracks. Your eyes widened, and your heart fell to your stomach. Your grip on your books tightened, your lip trapped between your teeth to stop your tears from falling. Ron grinned at your reaction, making things a million times harder for you.

You stood there in silence, watching as he shook his head at you in disapproval, his pretty eyes watery and angry. Your mouth was agape, and all you wanted was to chase after him and tell him the truth— but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You just watched him as he left you alone in the classroom, wiping a few tears off of his cheeks before walking in the hallway.

You had eventually brought yourself back to reality a few hours later, and you were just angry at this point. You wished he would of just listened to you; you wished he would of just trusted you and stayed instead of running away.

You entered the Common Rooms with your bag slung over your shoulder. Your eyes fell on Neville in an instant. You smiled at him softly, waving at him. “Hey! You ready?”

Neville looked at you with worried eyes, gulping at your enthusiasm. He blinked in confusion, wanting to ask if you were alright after hearing what had happened between you and Ron nearly six hours earlier. He decided against speaking about it, nodding silently instead.

You were glad he hadn’t asked about it. That’s all anyone was talking about— You and Ron. Ron and you. You. Ron. Oh, how you missed that red-headed fucker.

You set your bag on the floor and began to take your jacket off while Neville set up the music. You tried to ignore the ache in your chest when the song began, but it was impossible. The song Ron had told you about when you first started dating; he had told you it had reminded him of you. The song has been meaningful for the both of you since.

You cleared your throat, pushing your hair behind your ear as you walked up to Neville. “Remember, play with the ends of my hair every so often; Ron likes that.” Neville reminded you, regretting it almost immediately after saying it.

You gulped, eyes burning with tears as you followed his instructions. Your heart clenched when you felt Neville’s hands at the small of your back— Ron’s favorite place to put his hands on you.

The bridge of the song began, making your wall break. You pulled away from Neville quickly, grabbing at your hair as you let out a small sob. “Oh, Y/N..” Neville whispered. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this anymore, you know. I mean, there’s no point if—”

You cut him off. “I have to be good for him, Nev! The ball is in a month, and I’ve been practicing this for so long. You’ve helped me so much, Neville, and I’m so grateful for that. Truly. L-Look, you really don’t have to help me, anymore, if you don’t want to. It’s okay. I understand. It’d make me feel weird, too.”

Neville just frowned, his eyes saddening as he watched you wipe at your face furiously. You faked a large smile before sniffling, fixing your hair. “I, uh.. I should probably go; it’s been a long day.” You muttered weakly, smiling gratefully at Neville when he nodded in understanding.

You grabbed your jacket and your bag, throwing them on as quickly as you could before you had a breakdown in front of Neville. You exhaled heavily when you rounded the corner, throwing your bag onto the floor. “Fuck.” Muffled sobs sounded throughout the hallway, your face buried in your folded knees.

“Darling..” You gasped at the familiar voice, snapping your head up quickly, your hands rushing to wipe at your face. Ron’s heart ached as he met your swollen and red eyes, trying his hardest not to smile when he noticed your pupils began to dilate. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, reaching forward to grab your bag. Ron got there first, lifting it up and putting it over his shoulder.

You glared at him when he outstretched his hand towards you, a small tear falling down your cheek. “Baby..” Ron sighed at the sight, bending his knees to be at your height. Your breath hitched at the petname and how close he was to you, and your heart twisted in your chest. You squeezed your eyes tight, turning your head so you didn’t have to see him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

You scoffed, turning back to look at him. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure you are, Weasley.”

Ron ignored your sarcasm and let your bag drop to the floor, his now empty hands reaching for yours. Your heart rate sped at his touch, and you bit your lip to try to hold back your tears. “Why have you been dancing in the Common Room with Neville?” He asked, although his tone made it sound like he already knew the answer.

“Ron—” You started.

“Tell me. I want to hear it from you.” Ron interrupted, his voice wavering but still coming off as strong. His grip on your hand tightened, and you squeezed his fingers nervously. “It’s okay.” He whispered almost silently.

You sighed, gulping before speaking. “I-I asked Neville to teach me how to dance so I wouldn’t make a total fool out of myself at the dance. I even told him the things that you like and the things you do so it would be perfect when the time came; I would know what to do and where to put my hands and how to make myself not look so bloody mental.”

Ron smiled at your words, his chest burning with infatuation. He said nothing, just grabbed your jaw to pull you in for a kiss. Your breath hitched when his lips molded perfectly with yours, taking a second to comprehend what was happening before you kissed back. Ron pulled back after a minute or so, leaning his forehead against yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear softly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I should of asked you about it instead of just believing whatever he said. It broke my heart to end things and to walk away from you, but I was just so scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I’m sorry.”

You smiled at his words, your eyes tearing up once again. You snaked your hand around the back of his head to reach the ends of his pretty red hair, toying with them just like he liked. “You are a complete idiot, Weasley.” You whispered.

Ron chuckled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. “Yeah? Well, then, I guess I’m your idiot, huh?”

Back Home | Lip Gallagher

You slipped your coat on, rolling your eyes as the dumbass boy from your Calculus class called after you. “(Y/N), come on. It was a joke! I didn’t mean it— come back.” You laughed bitterly at this, trying to keep your tears in.

“Fuck off, Marcus.” You muttered, flipping him off before pushing the doors open.

So much for a fun night.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you stood in the cold, your body shivering and already covered in goosebumps. You were four blocks from your house, and now that you had walked out, you didn’t have a ride. Your only option was to walk so you got to steppin’.

Tears stung your eyes as your brain became overwhelmed and scattered with thoughts. If you had gone with Lip like the two of you had originally planned months before, it would of never went like this. You wouldn’t be walking home with mascara running down your face in the middle of winter during prom, that would of never been an option with Lip.

You sniffled and wiped at your face, unable to see clearly at this point. As you stood at the curb waiting for the car to pass, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, seeing a tall and thin shadow jogging in your direction. Seeing the car turn, you carefully walked across the street, starting to get closer and closer to your house. You noticed the footsteps behind you were continuing, making you turn around once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you made eye contact with the jogger in the dark, your heart hammering in your chest. “(Y/N)?” The redhead spoke softly, jogging to catch up with you. He stopped beside you, smiling and looking at you. “I haven’t seen you in a while but you look great! What are you doing out here?”

You smiled, Ian’s words making your heart flutter. You were the closest to Ian— the first Gallagher you had actually met. It was him who introduced you to Lip and he was more than supportive of your relationship, but he was also the most disappointed when you ended things.

“Just walking home,” You spoke quickly, not wanting to talk about the topic too much if at all. “I missed you. You look great too, look at you— you’re filling out and shit!” You motioned towards his biceps that were covered tightly by his t-shirt. He was soaked with sweat and was panting, and you couldn’t help but smile when he tried to suppress it as he spoke to you.

“Thanks. Training— got to stay in tact, you know?” Ian chuckled, making you nod. You laughed as well, shivering slightly when a breeze suddenly brushed over the two of you. Ian didn’t move, appreciating the coldness but when he looked at you more carefully he noticed you were wearing a dress with a thin coat.

Not to mention the blackness on your cheeks and undereyes. You had been crying.

“Hey,” Ian spoke softly, making you look up at him with soft eyes. “I was making my way home, need a shower and should probably study a little while I’m at it. Do you want to come over? I know it’s been a little bit, but..”

You gulped, your heart hammering in your chest. “As much as I’d like that, Ian, I—”

“He won’t be home tonight.” Ian interrupted, his voice quiet and gentle. You sighed and bit your lip, thinking over it for a moment before nodding. The two of you continued the walk together in silence until he spoke up. “What’s the dress for?”

“Prom.” You sighed heavily, making Ian snort.

“You went to prom? Since when do you go to shit like that? And since when do you wear anything besides jeans?” Ian laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“Marcus Greene asked me to go with him and I figured maybe it would.. I don’t know— just been getting myself out there more, I guess.” You answered vaguely. Ian nodded.

“Isn’t prom supposed to end at like, 11?” He asked. You nodded softly, making him furrow his eyebrows and lift his left hand up to check his watch. “But it’s only 8:47.”

You shrugged, gulping. “Just wasn’t working.” You laughed sarcastically, making Ian sigh.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). Hey, is it okay if I stop by Mick’s real quick to grab my bookbag? I left it there this morning.”

You nodded, smiling at the mention of Mickey Milkovich. You absolutely loved Mickey. You used to have a thing with Mandy in middle school and you became extremely close to Mickey in the process. When things ended, you remained close friends with the both of them with no problems or awkwardness.

After the breakup, you hadn’t seen much of either of them. Mickey was hardly ever at school, and that’s just how it’s always been. But Mandy kind of just disappeared after Karen got hit, and although you knew why she hadn’t come back or reached out, you wished she would even if it was just to say hi.

“Of course.”

“Okay, thanks. You can go to mine if you want and wait for me— I know it’s cold. The front door should be unlocked.”

You nodded approvingly, smiling at him as you crossed the street to walk to his house as he continued straight to Mickey’s house. You reached out to touch the familiar metal fence, your lip twitching as you pushed it open. You sighed heavily after shutting it, looking up at the blue house.

Your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. Lip was sitting on the porch with a cigarette in hand, his eyes already locked on you. You licked your lips nervously as your eyes trailed over him— he was wearing a suit and his hair was done the way you had always begged him to do. It was your favorite.

The sight alone made your heart plummet and your stomach sink. “I’m here for Ian.” You blurted, your eyes still locked with his. It seemed impossible to look away no matter how badly you wanted to.

Lip took a small drag before breathing it out, his tongue poking out to wet his chapped lips. “He’s not here.” He mumbled, finally breaking the eye contact. Your eyes burned when he looked down at his finished cigarette, his eyebrows furrowed as he held in the smoke. “Why are you in a dress?” He asked disgustedly as he threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

You were taken aback by his tone, but you ignored it. “I know, he’s at Mickey’s to grab his book bag. He told me to come here and wait for him because I was cold.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Lip wiped his hands on his pants, looking at you up and down once more, his face filled with utter confusion. “Probably because you’re in a dress,” He repeated. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, looking him up and down as well. “Why are you in a suit?” You shivered at how nasty the words came out.

“Prom.” He answered coolly.

“Prom.” You repeated, motioning to yourself. He nodded in understanding before looking behind you. You turned, seeing Ian walking towards you.

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry. He told me he wouldn’t be home until late tonight.” He whispered to you. He tossed the book bag onto his shoulders and wrapped his arm around you, rubbing at you softly. The physical contact made you tear up immediately and you stayed silent as Ian walked the two of you up to the house. Lip moved out of the way and watched the two of you walk in.

As soon as he shut the door behind you, you held a sob. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Shh.” Ian whispered, rubbing at your shoulders as he guided you out of the doorway and onto the stairs.

You trudged up the steps with heavy legs and wet eyes, shivering slightly as the two of you walked into the bedroom the three teenage boys shared. Ian guided you towards his bed, shutting the door behind him. You let out another sob, making the young boy in the room gasp at your presence.

“(Y/N)!” Carl squeaked, making you jump. You looked over, seeing him sitting on his bed with Liam and action figures. Before you could reply, his smile had dropped and his lips were turned into a frown. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled softly at the boy, wiping at your face. “Hey, buddy.” You ignored the question like it was nothing even though your heart felt like it was on fire.

“Are you back home now?” He asked, voice full of hope. The way he had worded it made you sob even harder, Ian sighing. Home. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say, and Ian didn’t either, but thankfully he spoke up.

“Look, (Y/N/N)’s not having a good night and I have to go take a quick shower. Will you keep her company and make sure Lip doesn’t come in?” He asked, running a hand through your hair as he spoke to the teenager across the room. Carl’s eyebrows furrowed, but knew better than to ask questions. He nodded. “Great. I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and an old shirt from his drawers before leaving the bedroom, leaving you alone with Carl and Liam. “Do you want to hold Liam? He said your name the other day; he misses you.” Carl asked.

Sniffling, you nodded, sitting up properly while Carl walked to the bed with the toddler. You smiled when Liam squealed, his legs kicking the air while he was being passed to you. Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but pull him close to you. You had been with Lip for all of Liam’s life so being away from him for months has definitely taken a toll on you. He hadn’t grown too much, but he sure did some way or another.

“Hi, baby!” You cooed, pulling him away so you could press a kiss to his cheek. He giggled at this, reaching for your necklace like usual. “I missed you!” You squealed, lifting the boy into the air.

“Did you miss me, too?” Carl piped, making you set Liam down on your lap. You smiled, your eyes still watery and smeared with mascara.

“How could I not?” You replied, pulling him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled, sitting beside you to help you tickle Liam- his head rising when the door swung open. You, too, looked up- your smile dropping when you saw Lip standing in the doorway. Carl frowned, “Go.”

Lip snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. “You go. I want to talk to (Y/N).” His words were firm but his voice was soft. You gulped, your body tensing up. Lip looked at you once again, his eyes gentle and sad. 

“No,” Carl scoffed. “Ian specifically told me not to let you in while she’s here, and she’s already sad, so just leave her alone- Jesus.” 

Lip sighed heavily, rubbing at his face before dropping his hands. They dipped into his pockets. “I’m not gonna hurt her- promise. I just want to talk.” Carl sighed, looking over at you for conformation. You thought for a moment before nodding, Carl taking Liam from you before leaving the two of you alone. “Thanks, man.”

You tried to tear your eyes off of him as you watched him shut the door but you couldn’t. He turned around, taking a look around the room before deciding to sit at the chair underneath the loft bed. You sat up straighter, wiping at your face with the back of your hands nervously. Lip started swaying in the chair, his chest pressed against the back of it while his chin rested on the top of the chair. You swallowed anxiously when your eyes met, your heart racing in your chest.

You had never felt this way around Lip Gallagher before but you absolutely hated it.

“Who did you go with?” He spoke up, his voice low and quiet. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your stomach stinking. You stayed quiet for a few moments before clearing your throat. “Marcus Greene,” Lip nodded silently before you cracked your fingers nervously. “What about you?”

“Some girl paid me 50 bucks to pretend to be her boyfriend at the prom so she could make her ex jealous- they were making out within ten goddamn minutes, so,” He shook his head, making you laugh. He reached into his pockets and pulled out cash, waving it in the air. “Still got paid, too.”

“Wow, you were there for ten minutes and still got 50 bucks?” Lip nodded. “Lucky you.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. It instantly became awkward, the silence becoming almost unbearable after three whole minutes (it felt more like ten). 

“Hey,” Lip whispered, making you look up at him. “It’s only a quarter till’ 10, we still got a little while. I mean, you’re dressed, I’m dressed. We have tickets.. It’d be kind of a waste not to go, don’t you think?”

You smiled. You knew he didn’t care about prom or the money going to waste or any of it. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” 

“Yeah, but not with you. Nothing with you is a waste.”

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