Destructive love

Old habits

"Riddle I brought you food back, open the door" he still hadn't come out.
This boy must be on some sort of strike.
"Fine starve! See if I care!" I slam the food onto the side, sitting on the bed.
I was staring at the plain wall in front of me, why isn't he eating.
"Riddle come on! It isn't funny open up I need to pee" still nothing.
"Asshole!" I hit the door in annoyance.
I check the time it was 7pm.
It's been a long day I could use a good night sleep.
I take my shirt off along with my tie and cloak.
I forgot how uncomfortable this uniform was.
I'll sleep in my bra and skirt for tonight then I'll go borrow stuff off Sylvia.
I lay in the bed instantly feeling tired.

MATTHEO RIDDLE POV
I hear nothing, no movement, no talking absolutely nothing.
She must of left?
I unlock the door opening it slowly that's when I spot her.
Led in the bed, she looked so beautiful when she slept.
It reminded me of old times, when things were good. I took them for granted. I took HER for granted.
I walk slowly towards her, she was a pretty sleeper, how her hair led neatly and how she looked like a Disney princess waiting for her kiss.

My finger tips graze over her cheek gently, I was so in love with her.
I wished I'd told her that night.
I should of turned back , grabbed her , told her that I'd die for her if I had to , that she was the only person I don't hate in this world.
I should of told her how much I love how she always looks at me when telling a joke to our group or how her leg bounces slightly when she's nervous and how she bites her tongue trying not to say something she shouldn't.
All these things people didn't notice about her I noticed.
No one knew my girl like me.
In my mind it didn't matter if she hated me or worshiped me because I'd always feel the same no matter how she feels. I will always love her.
She shuffles when she feels my touch and I step back not wanting to wake her.
I decided to sleep on the sofa in the corner, I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

A few hours later : 12am

"Morning Y/n" I notice her getting changed into her uniform again.
I didn't sleep very well at all.
"Your alive, I was worried you'd drowned yourself in the toliet" she rolls her eyes as she does up her tie.
"Can I leave this room? It's a bit depressing in here" I groan as I sit up , god my back was hurting.
"No , besides Harry your the most wanted by the death eaters so no your not going out" she looks at me like I'm stupid.
"Not even when its dark? Can't I just go for a walk?" I plead trying to convince the cold girl.
"No" she starts to make the bed , after she walks to the door.
"Where you going?"
"I'm getting breakfast I'll be back with some for you"

Y/n Carter PoV
About half an hour later I come back with toast with some different spreads.
"I'm back" I shut the door by kicking it with my foot.
He was just led on the bed , he looked dead.
I noticed how dark the circles under his eyes were.
He didn't even look at me when I walked in.
Almost like he didn't have the energy.
"I got you jam, butter, peanut butter and chocolate spread I didn't know which one you prefer so I got them all" I set the items down on the side.
He still doesn't acknowledge my presence.

I sit on the bed next him "did you sleep?" I whisper , he shakes his head a little still not looking at me.
I couldn't help the worry that flowed through me when he was like this.
I reach out touching his eyes bags softly, he shifts away at first but soon looks at me, almost asking me 'why?' Why was I doing this, touching him like that.
I quickly retract my hand standing up as I pat down my skirt.
"You can go for a walk later tonight but I have to come with you and then we are coming back here deal?"
I bite the inside of my cheek waiting for his response he simply nods with a small smile.
"I'm meeting Sylvia so I gotta go" I quickly remove myself from the room leaving him.

MATTHEO RIDDLE POV

I watch as she leaves again.
I couldn't help but feel a bit better after how she just acted with me.
She was kind,caring and warm.
I decide to get up and look around the room, I notice Y/n's bag on the floor.
A shirt was hanging out of it.
I instantly recognise it, I don't go through her bag or touch the shirt , I didn't want to invade  her privacy.
I couldn't help but smile, that shirt was mine.
It was a slytherin shirt , I knew it was mine because I got white paint on the sleeve when Y/n helped me paint my bedroom.
My mood picked up a bit knowing I'd be abled to go for a walk with Y/n.