Do You Think We're Okay? t.f. x reader pt2

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You guys have been spamming me with "BITCH WE NEED AN UPDATE" comments, so I decided to show up. Finally. For once in a million years. You're welcome.
In all seriousness, you guys' patience makes my world go 'round. Thank you all so much.

Anyways, on with the heartbreak 💔

Everyone left the room quickly, awkwardly shuffling out, glancing back every other second at Tom and I. Emma got up slowly, glaring at Tom with pure hatred and she walked tensely out after the others, her eyes never leaving Tom's.

Well, that would be the case if Tom would've kept eye contact, but, he instead turned his attention to the floor, shaking every few seconds.
He was terrified. And he had every right to be.
When you fucked with someone Emma cared deeply about, your grave plot and headstone would be bought 2 seconds afterwards.

Long story short: don't fuck with someone Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson loves.

Once the door was slammed harshly behind my best friend, causing Tom to flinch hard, he turned his attention to me.

"Y/N-"
"No."
Startled, his eyes brows knit together.
"What?"
"I said, 'No.' Don't 'Y/N' me, Thomas Andrew Felton. Start your sentence over, like you mean it." My voice hissed, laced with thick venom. It drew tears to the man's eyes, hearing the anger that not only showed on my face, but was layered deep within my eyes.

A grimace of pain was planted on his features, his smile lines curved downwards from his frown.
A scowl lay deep in mine, heartbreak spreading through my chest once again for the hundredth time.

He cleared his throat, and straightened his posture.
"I- I cannot begin to explain to you, how- how sorry I am, Y/N. You- You don't even know how much regret I feel-"
I laughed in his face, a cackle you only hear from the devil himself. Spit left my mouth like a spitting viper.

"Regret? Someone like you can feel regret? Are you serious Tom-"
"WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK? WILL YOU STOP INTERRUPTING AND LET ME EXPLAIN MY SIDE?"
His face was blood red, the veins on his neck and forehead popping out to the point where they appeared to almost burst.

I sat back, my jaw going slack. He blinked, running his hands through his messy hair.
"Please. Please just let me explain."
His ocean eyes bore deep into mine; begging and pleading from the depths of his soul.

I closed my mouth, swallowing thickly. I nodded slowly, giving him silence to speak. My mind screamed at me for giving him even a second of my time, but my heart yelled back, my body in a war within itself.
All because of him.

"I-I was startled, and, and scared. And rushed with emotions. And thoughts. I mean, Y/N, we JUST started dating and, and we had sex ONCE, and.."
His dam broke; tears free falling down his rosy cheeks.

"I, I didn't know WHAT to think, Y/N- I- I didn't know what to do, I.. I didn't know." He rubbed his sore, red eyes, taking a deep breath.
He lowered his hands, and looked back to me once again.
"But.. But what I do know is, I love you."
My heart skipped at his words, betraying my still screaming mind.

"And I also know.. that- that whether you ever decide to forgive me, or- or not..-"
He breathed a shaky breath out.

"I will NEVER stop loving you."