How to be us - Tom Felton x Reader

Alcohol, Blood and Teenage-hormonal-boys // Part 1

When we started to hear some music downstairs, we decided it was time to officially enter the party. We locked our room on the way out -just trying to prevent any kind of ritual at least in that room- and went down the stairs.

Some people had drinks on their hands already. Those kind of red paper cups everyone sees in the films.

"Let's set this party on fire, girls." Cheryl said, winking and disappearing in the crowd.

A guy started waving at Cassy and, without telling me anything, she walked over to him.

Now, the question is, What Do I Do? Like, literally, I don't know if I'm supposed to walk around like a forgotten soul just waiting for someone decent to talk to... Maybe I can find Thomas... He might feel as confused as I. 

I walked around the house trying to look for him. The moment I got outside I found him playing Bear Pong, probably drunk by the second, since he was losing hard!

I leaned on the closer column and crossed my arms over my chest. He looked bloody cute trying to get the ball in the cups all drunk. 

"Oh! Look whose here!" He started when he noticed me. "The girl who turned all this possible!" He aproached my side and put an arm over my shoulders, the smell of alcohol all over his clothes. "What about we do the special treatment with her?" He winked at the people that were playing with him and started to push me to one of the sides of the table, ignoring my atempts to keep my feet right where they were. "Common. You're our guest of honour." He pleaded.

"You know, I think I'd prefer to simple watch you guys getting drunk from head to toes, while I keep sober..." I smiled nervously.

He hugged me from behind and whipered in my ear. "If you play, I might give you another special treatment." He kissed my ear and backed up. 

Well, seeing that my opponent is drunk and I'm sober, I might be able to win and won't have to drink anything... 

"Okay, I play." I stated smiling and everyone cheered. 

"Good choice, sweatheart." Tom winked at me and walked to my side.

I think I'm in love with the drunk Thomas... I sure do... The way he smiles and speaks with me is so bloody captivating and attracktive that I can't stand the fact that I'll never be his girlfriend! Gosh! He's just so-

Well, back to the present, I started playing. I picked a ball up and mesured the space I had, the velocity of the ball, the bow that the ball would probably follow considering its bulk and the distant between the cup and the ball and tried to guide the ball with my strengh. Hopefully, after all the calculations, I won the first throw. 

The person at the other side of the table didn't finish drinking, when Jason rushed over to me.

"Y/N, I need you and your inteligence right now!" He screamed over the loud music. His expressions looked worried and the first thought that came into my mind was: Someone got hurt in a fight. 

I knew it was too good to be true...

"What happened?" I asked, worry filling my features as well.

"Some guys started fighting, one is knocked out and the other is bleeding a considerable amount of blood." He started pushing me up the stairs as I followed him. 

"Where is he?" 

"He's in one of the spare bedrooms. I'll show you."

He opened the first door to his right and we entered the room, closing the door right behind us. What I saw was unimaginable...