Bittersweet Love - Mattheo Riddle FF

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BLAISE'S POV:

"What's up Blaise," Angelica asked, her voice so innocent and beautiful it hurt. "You seem so distant." She added.

"I'm alright, don't worry." I replied and put on a smile.

Me alright? No. She sits right in front of me and yet she is too far away for me to claim.

"So please go ahead, claim her as yours and buy her nice things like the rich fucker you are, but don't come crawling back to me when she breaks your heart. Because she will. And you know why?
Because you aren't the person she truly wants. You are her best friend, nothing more nothing less."

Reality hurts. I'm Blaise Zabini, the best friend of Angelica Black, not her boyfriend.

Get it together Blaise. You should be glad that you are able to breathe the same air as her. So stop obsessing over her so much.

Great, now I've even started to talk to myself.

"What are you going to do about Mattheo?" I wanted to know. She put her book, called Shatter Me, down and faced me.

The emotions danced around in her eyes. Rage, hurt and betrayal that's what I could identify.

"Nothing," She replied emotionless and if it wasn't for her pained sight, I would've probably bought it.

"I shouldn't apologise to him but to you." Angelica added and I felt a strange twist in my chest.

"To me?" I asked. She slowly nodded as if my question was the weirdest thing she has ever heard.

"Yes. I know I already did, about a thousand times, but I just," She stopped. "You are really important to me Blaise. And I don't know what I was thinking to invade your personal space so much only to pull a certain emotion out of Mattheo." Angelica spoke.

But the part she didn't understand was that I enjoyed it. I fucking loved the way she felt in my arms and it didn't make me uncomfortable at all.

"It doesn't matter, Angi. Shit happens and you weren't thinking clearly," I said. Angelica fixed me with a regretful stare.

"And you are my best friend. You always have been and will always be. So don't worry about it kid." I confessed. She started to smile so beautifully, I could've died on the spot.

"Thank you Blaisey." Angelica replied.

We continued to talk about random topics, including her telling me about the book she's currently reading.

Apparently there is a guy named Aaron Warner who likes to eat his cookies with a fork, fucking weird.

Afterwards she disappeared behind the doors of her dorm. Angelica told me that she had to attend to a very important meeting tomorrow.

That's going to be fucking hilarious since Mattheo has to accompany her. That dickhead better not mess up.

It was so quiet the only thing I could hear was the crackling of the fireplace, which was unusual because in the Slytherin common room it's never quiet.

There are always people who are chattering around. People who scream at eachother or people who fucking blast music around like it's not 3 a.m.

Peace. The definition of peace is quietness, particularly in the mind. That's why I listen to white noise or Hz to fall asleep, every damn time.

It calms your mind and massages your brain. White noise removes any thoughts that are misplaced in your mind and mostly don't belong there.

Having specific thoughts about someone? Oh shut up.

I've came to the conclusion that I'm a fucking dumbass.

Angelica needs help? I'm there. Angelica needs someone she can talk to? I'm there. Angelica needs someone who helps her with her homework? I'm there.

Angelica needs someone she ca- "It's past the curfew. Remain to your dorm immediately." A familiar voice spoke. I didn't even need to lift my gaze to know who it was.

Abel fucking Black. A careless person, as I like to describe him, who is an overprotective pain in my ass.

"The last time I checked you are not my nor anyone's professor. So therefore, I don't give a shit." I replied while remaining still, staring at a certain point on the wall.

Abel let out a small laugh and moved towards me. I got up, knowing what's about to come.

He glanced at me and then gave me a cheerful side hug followed by the handshake we made up in the 1st year.

"What's up mate," He said, sounding actually happy. It has been too long since I've last seen him actually smiling.

"Not much, as you probably figured. But what's up with you, I mean did you finally sleep with McGonagall or why the joyful mood?" I asked playfully.

"Nah man, I wish. But I'm too busy to fuck. Fortunately I finally located where Killian is hiding so therefore," Abel shot me a pure look of mischief and waved his right hand around in the air. "I finally get to kill him." He finished. What the fuck?

Alright, I take my accusation about him being just careless back, and switch it to him being a careless psycho killer instead.

Since Abel can't sleep, he's probably insomniac, and neither can I, we continued to talk about basically everything.

Even about my feelings towards Angelica. He's the only one that knows about them, and to my advantage he keeps everything to himself. I'm pretty sure he needs a therapist though, and maybe I do too.

I lay in my bed, close my eyes and try to fall asleep but the only thing I'm aware of is the blackness around me.

And they overwhelm me once again. These thoughts about everything, they make my head hurt.

So I pluck in my headphones, put on the only thing that helps and drift away.

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