𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

The Only One | Matheo Riddle

I could feel the tears prick my eyes as I stared in horror at the blonde girl that had been flirting with Matheo on and off over a few weeks, now all over him with his tongue down her throat and legs straddling his lap, her short black dress ridding up her things and thick blond hair twisted around his hands as she clutched onto Matheo's soft brown locks. The locks I always ran my fingers through, the mouth I always kissed, whether it was heated and rough or soft and passionate, kissing away the tears after his father lashed out at him once again.

Nausea bubbled in my throat and I released a gasp and his hands traveled up and down her back as he started murmuring words into her ear as he started kissing up and down her neck. And our eyes locked. Surprise flashed over his face before he slowly pulled away from the blondes neck and whispered my name. Loud music was blaring through the speakers, but I still heard the whisper, like a secret he was ashamed of admitting to.

I inched backwards and he slid the blond off his lap, ignoring her protests and attempted grabs for him. I backed up further, spinning on my heel and hurtling out of the common room, pushing through the suffocating crowd until I heard the steady rhythm of my heels clacking on the cold stone floor of the dungeon. The sound consumed me, deafening in my ears as I struggled to deny the tears threatening to slip down my face.

How could he do this to me? He promised she was only one of the desperate girls who still couldn't accept he had a girlfriend after one and a half years. He had promised she was the only one he loved, the only one he trusted, the only one he wanted.
The only one, only one, only one.

But I guess it was all a lie. The whispered love confessions in the middle of the night, kisses on the astronomy tower with the whole spann of the night sky above, while everyone was sound asleep in their dorms, the constant reassurances that I was the one he loved, the only one. And maybe it was true, maybe I was the only one he had come close to loving, or that was what i had thought, but to the point of what I had just witnessed, Matheo Riddle was clearly incapable of loving. He was nothing but a heartless bastard filled with empty promises and little white lies and sweet nothings, good for nothing but heartbreak. And I should have guesses. I should have known, it was all too good to be true.

"Y/n," the sound of my name on his lips, his traitorous lips, sent a shock wave up my spine and I sped up, not wanting to face him right now, with the wrong shade of lipstick smudged over his lips and neck. Or maybe it was the right lipstick, the right lips that had been pressed to his neck. Maybe this was a sign, a sign that all this, everything we shared, was a lie, a lie to deceive me and eventually break my heart, shatter it into a million little pieces as he dropped it in that little moment when I spotted him tonight.

"Y/n, please, wait let me explain I didn't— fuck! I didn't know you were gonna be at the party, I—,"
"Oh, so— wait, you didnt think I was gonna be at the party so you just thought you could go 'round smooching the next best thing coming your way? Is that is? Could I not even trust you enough to go to a party without having to fear you being all over another girl within minutes? I mean—," I laugh, spinning around to face him, clutching my purse so tight I feared it might crumble to ashes, "what kind of relationship is this, if I have to worry that these other girls are trying to get us to break up and, gods— you even told me not to worry! And then I decide to surprise you by turning up to the party and seeing you with a girl practically half naked on your lap with her tongue down your throat— the one, I might add, you had told me would not be a problem!"

The last part came out shriller than intended and my voice broke on the last note, betraying me and finally making a salty tear slip down my face. I stared at him pain and hurt, every emotion I felt in that moment reflecting in my eyes. He opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by me.

"Exactly how many times has this happened before? One, two? And how many people knew? How many of our friends knew? Theo? Draco? Pansy?"
He just stared at me in horror, his silence enough of an answer for me as I laughed incredulously, pure pain breaking the sound into a cry as more tears slid down my cheeks, sliding down my neck to nestle in the material of my new red dress. The thought of all our friends knowing, even Pansy, my best friend since I can remember, broke my heart into even tinier pieces, scattering it over my face until all I could think and feel and see is heartbreak.

"I—," Matheo's voice cracked slightly as he stared at the tears flowing down my face uncontrollably and he took a few steps forward. When I didn't move he stepped even closer, an arms length left between us as he assessed me, "I'm sorry, I didn't want her to— it was all just an accident— You know i wouldn't do this, you know me, Y/n—,"
"Don't you dare, don't you dare tell me it was an accident when you know full well it was your intention from the beginning, nobody slips and falls and gets their tongue stuck down some girls' throat and you say I know you, but be honest, Matheo," my voice turned cold and harsh and I straightened my back, refusing to say the next part with any new tears. "You say I know you, but do I? Do I really? Or is the Matheo I supposedly know just a facade you created so you could break my heart? Honestly, I don't even know what to believe anymore."

"Please, baby," he pleaded, stepping closer and bringing his hands to my waist, "forgive me, I never wanted to hurt you—,"
I sucked in a sharp inhale of breath, "Don't touch me."

He slowly drew back his hands, continuing his plea, "Please, I never wanted to hurt you, it wont happen again."
"I know it won't," I say steadily, heart pounding in my chest, screaming in pain as tears filled my eyes again, "Because we're done."
"No, baby, please, I promise I'll do better!"
"Yeah, well," I spat, "Your promises don't mean shit to me."

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