Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Anger

Words: 1021

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Mattheo's dad is rude to him and he decides to take it out on Y/n.

The argument with his father had gone just about as badly as Mattheo expected. His father's cold, harsh words cut deeper than any physical blow ever could, always reminding him he was never good enough, never living up to the Malfoy name. The constant pressure to be perfect, to follow in his father's footsteps, had been suffocating for years-but today... today it had broken something inside of Mattheo.

His fists were clenched, his jaw tight, and the frustration swirled inside of him like a storm.

When he stormed out of his father's office, he was seething with anger, ready to lash out at anything in his path. He needed to get away from it all, to be somewhere, anywhere, other than the suffocating walls of his father's control.
And then he saw her.

Y/N was sitting on the couch in the common room, casually reading a book, completely unaware of the storm brewing in Mattheo's chest. His vision was blurry, his emotions raw, and the anger came out before he could stop it. He didn't know why he went to her, but he did. It felt like it was easier to take his frustrations out on someone else-someone he could control
—than to deal with his own feelings.

"Why are you always so clingy?" he snapped as he approached her, his voice harsh. "Can't you just leave me alone for once?"
YIN looked up from her book, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What? Mattheo, what's wrong with you?"

"You're just always there, always needing something from me. It's pathetic!" His words were harsh, uncharacteristic of the Mattheo she knew, and it stung. But he was already too deep in his own emotional turmoil to care. "You're just so... so ugly, Y/
N. You're not even worth my time."

Her face dropped, her heart sinking at the words that cut through her like knives.

"Mattheo... why would you say that?"

He shook his head, feeling the sting of his father's words still fresh in his mind, lashing out in the only way he knew how.
"Because it's true," he spat. "You're fat, clingy, worthless. I don't know why I keep bothering with you."

Her eyes filled with confusion and pain, and before she could say anything, he turned and walked away, the words hanging in the air like a poison that would only grow worse over time.

Mattheo didn't go far. He didn't even make it to the door. Something was gnawing at him, a deep sense of wrongness that he couldn't shake. He stood there for a moment, his chest heaving, trying to process what he'd just done. He had never, ever spoken to her like that. And the instant the words left his mouth, he felt sick to his stomach.

Y/N hadn't deserved any of it. She had always been there for him, even when he didn't deserve it. But he had pushed her away, hurt her, because he was angry-angry at his father, angry at himself, and angry at the world.

Mattheo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the weight of his actions settled on his shoulders. He had to fix this. He couldn't lose her.

Turning back, he walked toward the couch, his steps slow and hesitant. When he saw her again, she wasn't looking at him. She had her face buried in her hands, the hurt evident in the way her shoulders trembled.

The sight nearly broke him.

"Y/N," he said, his voice small and uncertain, "please... don't-don't leave. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it."

She shook her head but didn't look at him.
"How could you say that to me, Mattheo?
How could you... call me that?"

"I was angry," he whispered, stepping closer. "I was angry at my dad, and I took it out on you, and I... I never should have. I'm so sorry. I don't even know what I was thinking. You're everything to me, Y/N. You mean the world to me."

Her silence was deafening. Mattheo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of the damage he had done sinking in deeper with each passing second. He didn't deserve her forgiveness. He didn't deserve her at all.

But he couldn't let her go. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her.

"Please," he begged, kneeling down in front of her, his eyes desperate. "Please don't believe the things I said. You're not any of those things. You're... you're perfect, and I'm a fool for ever thinking anything else. I was just... I was lost in my own shit, and I took it out on you, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

She finally looked up at him, tears in her eyes but her expression softening just a little. "Mattheo," she started, her voice shaking, "you really hurt me. I know things aren't easy for you, but you can't just take your anger out on me. I don't deserve that.
No one does."

He nodded, understanding her words fully now. She didn't deserve any of it. "I know.
And I swear, I'll never hurt you like that again. I'll work on myself. I'll be better.
Please, just don't leave me."

Y/N's gaze softened, her expression torn. "I don't know, Mattheo... It's not going to be easy. It's going to take time for me to trust you again."

"I'll wait," he said earnestly, his heart on his sleeve. "I'll wait for as long as it takes. Because you're worth it. And I don't want to be without you."

For a long moment, Y/N didn't say anything, her gaze searching his face, as though looking for something she could believe in. Slowly, she reached out, her fingers brushing his.
"I'm not saying it's all okay," she whispered. "But... I'll give you a chance. Just don't make me regret it, Mattheo."

He nodded, relief flooding through him. He would prove it to her. He promised himself.