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mattheo riddle: as your summer fling

- was always staring into your eyes like a lovesick puppy
- you were always on him somehow, whether it be him carrying you or making you sit on his lap
- was always resting his head on your lap and falling asleep as you played with his hair
- once drew you a portrait of yourself while you were sleeping beside him
- had you make him a playlist to listen to when you (it was the only playlist he listened to for months after he met you)
- literally cried to his friends when you had to separate
- "no, i swear, she's the love of my life."

--

as you lay in the bed, your limbs tangled together, he looks up at you with his messy hair and sleepy eyes. a lazy smile grazes his lips as he suddenly rests his head on your lap, nuzzling into the comfort of your thighs. "you mind... playing with my hair a little?" he requests, his voice soft and drowsy.

you look down at him, a small smile playing on your lips as well. his messy locks fan out across your bare thighs, and it's somehow strangely endearing. without much thought, you begin to run your fingers through his silky hair, gently playing with the strands as he requested.

he lets out a low hum of contentment, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair seems to soothe him, making him sink further into relaxation.

he turns slightly, burying his face into the crook of your hip, his breaths slowing down as he drifts into a light sleep under your gentle touch. he lets out a small sigh, his hand instinctively moving to hold onto your waist, as if seeking the comfort of your touch even in his sleep.

the room is filled with a comfortable silence as you watch his chest rise and fall with each steady breath he takes. every so often, his fingers would twitch slightly against your skin, seemingly responding to the soothing sensations of your fingers playing with his hair.

--

days have passed since, and reluctantly, you and he had to go your separate ways. he can feel a deep sense of sadness creeping into his heart, the thought of not seeing you everyday a hard pill to swallow.

he finds himself sitting with his friends, a pensive look on his face. his friends notice the change in him and start questioning. "what's wrong with you, mate?" blaise asks, raising an eyebrow.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i'm... i'm just thinking about her." he slumps in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. his friends chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of their friend being reduced to a lovestruck mess.

"you're acting like she's the love of your life or something." lorenzo teases, a smirk on his face.

he looks up suddenly, tears welling in his eyes. "that's because she is," he whispers, his voice cracking with emotion. he buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly. "i'm such an idiot," he chokes out. "i let her go, and i don't know if i'll ever see her again."

his friends exchange glances, their teasing grins quickly morphing into expressions of sympathy. blaise pats him on the back awkwardly, while lorenzo ruffles his hair. "hey, don't say that," blaise says, trying to sound reassuring. "it's not like you'll never see her again."

he looks up, his eyes rimmed with tears. "but i don't even know how to find her," he whispers.

theodore slings an arm over his shoulder comfortingly. "we'll figure it out, mate," he says, his tone unusually gentle. "we'll help you find her, somehow."

he looks at his friends, a mixture of gratitude and sadness on his face. "thanks," he murmurs, "i just... i miss her already."