The Stupid Closet

13

Your gaze lingers on Mattheo, looking at his bone structure. His perfectly sharp jawline and his pink lips and his long eyelashes.

"You didn't have to follow me up here."

Mattheo over to you, seeing you staring, "yeah I did" the wind had stopped blowing so your hair was a mess, Mattheo tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Can I ask you a question?" You look over at him.

"Sure." He nods.

"When did you know you were in love with me?" You ask, emphasizing the L word.

Mattheo smirks, clenching his jaw and he turns away. He looks back to you, "do I have to?"

"Yes!" You push his chest lightly.

"Ok fine." He pauses for a second before continuing, "last spring I saw you at the edge of the black lake alone and you just looked so...calm. You were just sitting with a book watching the sunset and I thought 'wow she's beautiful'." He explains.

You furrow your eyebrows in disbelief, " Why didn't you tell me last year?"

"It was a couple days after I walked in on you and Theo and I didn't want to let myself believe there was anything there. I thought maybe that it was just physical attraction but...I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was consuming me all summer."

"You are unbelievable." You say as you lean into his side, "you're just a big softie, you know that?"

"Don't tell anybody, I'll have to kill you." Mattheo mentions, his eyes widening. He was obviously joking, making you laugh.

"I won't...on one condition." You suggest.

"What's that?"

"You tell Melanie to fuck off..." you say before you lean forward and kiss Mattheo.

"Who's Melanie?" He asks as he smiles into the kiss.

The air is silent for only a moment before Mattheo speaks up.

"I've never told anyone I loved them before" He says, clearly a little nervous.

"Wait seriously? Never?" You ask.

"Look I might've slept around a bit but it's never really been anything more than that." He explains.

"Mattheo Riddle is in love for the first time ever?" You tease him.

"Alright, that's enough" He says trying to cover your mouth to stop you from talking.

You take his hands off, holding them before you continue, " Oh you're never gonna hear the end of it, somehow my arch nemesis fell in love with me. Are you sure you're in love with me?"

"If you keep going, I might not be," Mattheo said, trying to act annoyed but laughing instead.

You both break out in laughter.

"I'm honored" you place your hand over your heart. You look at him and he's staring back at you with those big doe eyes.

"Stop that." You say, rolling your eyes.

"No." Mattheo chuckles.

You look down at his nose, noticing a faint cut going across it. You place your hand on his cheek and rub your thumb over the cut.

Mattheo leans into your hand.

"What is this from?" You ask quietly.

"Quidditch." He responds.

Your finger lingers there for a second before your hand moves to the back of his neck.

"Why do you not play-" you start to ask.