Love Mattheo, your greatest love.

Touch yourself

"Y/n?" I hear someone say.

"Y/n dear?" I wake up to Narcissa standing over me, confused as to why I am asleep on the couch.

"Oh I'm sorry mumsy. I came down here this morning and I must have fallen asleep." I lie. I smile, trying to hide the nerves.

She smiles and nods, going into the kitchen to make tea.

—

As I sit at the breakfast table, Draco in front of me, Mattheo beside me, I can't help but feel sick.

I'm a fucking idiot. I didn't mean to do that. It just all happened so fast and the second I really processed it in my head I pulled away.

Fuck.

I want to fucking kill myself.

"Y/n, are you feeling okay?" Narcissa questions. Everyone looks up at me.

"W-what? Of course. I'm fine." I say frantically. I look down back at my plate, picking through the different fruits.

They all look at me with a confused look but decide to let it go.

But Draco continues to stare. I look back up at him and then immediately back down.

"Mumsy, May I leave the table?"

"For what dear?" She mumbles as she sips her tea.

"I was going to make some peppermint tea."

She nods and I stand up, leaving the table to make some more tea.

As I am boiling the water Draco walks into the room.

I sigh and look down.

"We need to talk." He states. He looks me in the eyes, runs his hand through his hair, and twists the rings on his fingers. Obviously nervous. He knows that if Mattheo finds out he'll fucking kill him.

"No we don't." I firmly say.

He grabs my wrist but I turn around, slapping him in the face.

"How fucking dare you Draco. You know I am happy in my relationship, but you just had to make it all about you right? You always do. It's always about you Draco. You ruin everything. And you go and do that." I sneer.

"Do what?" A voice says from behind me. I whip my head around to see Mattheo standing there. He is wearing grey sweatpants, his black boxers which are placed an inch higher than the waistband of the sweatpants, and a black shirt.

His hair is messy but cute.

"I- I- nothing." I say quickly.

"It doesn't seem like nothing." He starts to grow mad, thinking that something is going on between us. He is right though, something is going on. But I don't want this something to happen. So it's not, not anymore.

I start to feel like I am going to cry but I can't do that. Why the fuck am I so emotional lately. I mean I cried. The first time in years. What the fuck is my problem. But I will not cry anymore. I need to get myself together.

I storm out of the room and upstairs, collecting myself and making sure I don't cry.

Fuck!

I turn around, my fist colliding with the wall.

I notice Mattheo standing in the doorway. A mad expression on his face.

He walks over to me, taking my hand in his, and kissing my bloody knuckles.

Soothing the cracked, and painful places.

He looks back up at me, letting go of my hand.

"What were you two talking about y/n?" He says sternly.