Delicate - Mattheo Riddle

home isnt just a place

I clipped up my hair so it was off my neck when I got changed. I stepped into some of mattheos clothes as he got dressed himself.

I pulled on some of his plaid pants and one of his slytherin shirts.

every single fucking time I put on his clothes they smelled just like him.

I could live in his clothes.

in his scent

I tucked my hair behind my ears and picked up my phone.

mattheo came up behind me and put his arms around my waist as he rested his chin on my head, peering down at my phone.

"hey you." I smiled.

"hey princess." he kissed the top of my head.

I clicked the power button on my phone and turned around.

his arms remained on my waist and his eyes were closed.

I smiled and leaned my forehead on his.

he was perfect.

this was perfect.

we heard a knock at the door. I let mattheo pull on a shirt as I turned the knob.

"hey enzo."

"hey E." he opened his arms and I stepped in. seeking warmth under his embrace. he rocked a little as we hugged. leaning off one foot and onto the other. I missed him so much.

He gently kissed the top of my head and nodded at mattheo, who was leaning his arm on the doorframe.

"where are we going for the summer?" I whispered on his shirt.

"dad found a nice motel near where our house was. we're gonna be okay."

"dads ok? what about nana and dalia an-"

"they're all ok." he squeezed me tight.

"wennys ok?"

"she's fine." he whispered.

"ok." I rested my chin on his shoulder

"were going to be ok." his voice was shallow.

"really?"

"yes, we're going to be ok." he said sternly, almost to where he didn't believe it himself.

"get your stuff together. I'll meet you by the common room." he squeezed me one last time and walked off.

I shut the door and gathered all the stuff I had at mattheos.

He picked up some of my clothes scattered on the ground and got my toiletries bag from the bathroom.

I smiled and flew myself in his arms.

"hey! hey." he chuckled as he embraced me back.

"sorry." I smiled on his shirt.

"that's ok." he rested his chin on my head.

"what's going to happen when the war starts? your father-"

"we don't need to worry about him. alright?"

"who's side are you going to be on mattheo." I asked in a serious tone.

"that's not a fair question."

"what do you mean?" I tugged on his shirt.

"I can't be on hogwarts side sweetheart."

"so you're gonna be out there. killing my friends. killing innocent children?"

"I won't harm a soul. I promise you." He whispered.