His Story {Tom Riddle}

Chapter 2

I wake up with a jump, panting. My back is drenched in cold sweat and I can see little green dots of lights. I blink a few times, progressively making it fade. Images from my dream slowly go away. Still, flashes of light and the deafening sound of a train coming right at me keep teasing my mind.

I turn on my light, and pick up my phone. 

It's 3:55. 

Fuck.

I stir in my bed, I already know there is no way I'm going back to sleep. The white sheets seem to taunt me with their stillness and their softness. My entire room is practically the same, all white, no real soul. I could just leave tomorrow and no one would know I'd been living there, except maybe for the massive piles of school work on my desk. I used to have pictures, posters. But I don't, I guess I just grew up. That's what being an adult is, right? Not really caring about Harry Potter, or High School Musical? 

Staring at my phone, I see that Pam sent me a a text with a link to a wattpad story. She's always reading fanfictions, which for the most part are a bit too pink and brightly coloured for me, but some can be really good.

PAM - 11:50PM: 'Hey g, just finished this. Made me think about ur summer bad boy. Rlly good smut ;) Enjoy x'

I smile. Right, the 'summer bad boy'. I'd met this American guy in Spain and we'd had a fling. He had played the bad boy part, and I'd been the fragile girl who needs some action in her life: a real Anastasia Steel. I cringe just thinking about how foolish I acted around him, and how I let him speak to me. Yet, I did let myself get consumed by his kisses, by his embrace. I loved how rough he could get, or the way he'd hold my neck and made me stare at him while he thrusted in me... My hand unconsciously goes to my throat as I remember the way his fingers felt on my skin. A soft sigh escapes from my lips.

Clearing my throat, I decide to click on the link. I could really use a good distraction right now, or a cold shower, I don't know. I guess I'm a bit confused. 

It's a Harry Potter fanfic. I expect it to be a Draco Malfoy one from Pam's 'bad boy' themed text but no, it's about this made up Hogwarts student. Weird. I wouldn't have started reading it if it wasn't for the pic of Timothee Chalamet on the cover (I know, I'm obsessed). Well, this will certainly help me picturing the character. I can certainly imagine him going to potions class and being an absolute god - as he always is - at it. But then again, I can imagine in almost any scenario (oops). 

I start reading, diving into this story set in the wizzarding world I used to be obsessed with, slowly falling for the characters and the universe. This really brings me back to my early teenage years. I become completely immersed in the narrative and don't seem to notice the time.

The thing is, I don't know exactly when I fell asleep. 

All I know is when I woke up, I wasn't in my bed anymore.

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Very short chapter, I apologise!!! 

I just needed to get the action going, as well as some background for Cleo. New one is coming very soon, hehe :)

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