The Rich And The Poor (Tom Felton X Reader)

Tears and Misunderstandings

                                                                                  A/N

                          This part of the story takes place in December, around Christmas time.

                                      "Tom?" I yelled. I was waiting for him to have breakfast so we could go see the Christmas parade downtown. "Coming." He said. He sounded irritated. "What's wrong?" You asked. He scoffed and walked out the door, leaving it wide open. "Come on! We don't want to be late." He yelled. I quickly shut the door and got into the car.

                                         As we approached the downtown area, I saw a beautiful girl wave at Tom. She the blew a kiss. "Who is that?" I asked. "A friend," Tom replied quickly. You brushed it off and looked forward. 

                                    As you got out of the car you saw the same girl from earlier walk over to Tom and give him a hug. I cleared my throat and got his attention. H walked over to me and grabbed my hand. But when the parade started, he spoke up. 

           "What's your problem?" He asked. I looked at him wide-eyed. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Why are you so worried about me and that girl?" He asked. "Because you've been acting so weird today. You wouldn't even talk to me this morning." You said. Tom scoffed and walked away. "Where are you going?" You asked after him. Soon after, you saw the girl grab his hand and stop him from walking away. She then kissed him. He kissed back. Afterward, she pulled him into a hug and winked at me. My eyes began to tear up as I saw this. I ran off and instead of taking the car, I decided to walk home. As I was walking, I tears started rolling down my cheeks. I reached the house soon after.

                                 I ran up to my room and into the secret garden. I broke down crying as I hit the floor. 'Why did I ever trust him?' I thought. 'I should've known the whole girlfriend gig was just for attention.' I got up and sat on the bench. I looked up at all the beautiful flowers. The ones on the top were covered in frost. It was December. Almost Christmas.

                             Soon after you had stopped crying, you heard footsteps climbing the stairs to the garden. You looked down, as Tom entered the room. 

       "Y/N, I am so sorry! She kissed me I swear." He said, knowing how hurt you were. "I don't care. You can have her. I'm leaving soon anyway. I'd rather live in filth then live with your betrayal." He definitely was taken aback by the sudden statement. "Y/N, you can't leave me! I don't know what I'd do without you in my life." He said. He sounded as if he was about to cry.

     You stood up and left the garden. You hid in the closet until he left the room. After he did, you flopped down on the bed, crying. I'm going to miss him.