tom felton oneshots!!

2 | youre so golden

"i can't believe you!" you mother spat at you.

"why is this such a shock to you?!" you scream back, standing up from your stool next to the kitchen island to come to even eye contact with your mother. "someday it's bound for the bird to leave the nest!!"

"don't talk back to your mother that way, (y/n)." your mother points as you, huffing with anger.

"talk to you like what?" you ask in disbelief, pondering why she was making this such a big deal. "you wanted the truth, so i gave you the goddamn truth."

"did i expect you to want to get up and leave me just like this?" your mother slurs as she wanders around the kitchen, looking for the wine cabinet. "no."

"get up and leave you?" you practically scream. "is this what you call me wanting to "go live with tom? leaving you?!"

"i-"

"do you even know what your saying right now? your drunk mother!" you were fuming, hot with hanger. you clench your fists.

"you're unbelievable, wanting to get up and leave your mother like this!" your mother suddenly wails, playing the victim card, faking her cries, trying to make you feel bad. "how could you?!"

"how could i?!" you ask in disbelief again. "i am 21 mother! when you want to have a real adult conversation instead of finding ways to avoid the topic, i'll be waiting." you menace, crossing your arms over your chest.

you immediately bite your tongue, hoping your words weren't too harsh on your dear mother whose gone mentally insane. it wasn't everyday where you had enough courage to tell your mother off.

you shift your weight from one foot to another before taking a deep breath, not wanting to look at your mother in the eyes.

"like i said, i'm 21 now mother. i'm not a child. it's now my time to make my own decisions in life. you can't control it anymore." you huff.

you look up to your mother pouring another class of wine. you roll your eyes as she stumbles around the kitchen.

"if you would only listen to what i have to say-" your mother slurs before stumbling over to the farther counter, leaning on it.

"no. i've had to listen to what you had to say every goddamn day of my life!" you rile up again. "this time, you will listen to me."

"i shouldn't have to." your mother begins.

"then i shouldn't of have listened to you, but here we are." you roll your eyes, groaning in frustration.

"all my life you told me to chase my dreams, to do what makes me happy. when i finally got those chances you were never there to support me, to tell me to keep going, to tell me i'm doing the right things in life!" you bring your hands up to your hair, pulling at it.

"you told me one thing and then did another. you always made me feel bad with whatever i did that i wasn't with you. you were always there to tell me you loved me and supported me, but your actions never followed through."

"after all these years we've grown apart, i would be surprised if you even knew what my favorite color is." your voice comes out as cold, tears prick the corner of your eyes.

"(y/n)" your mother fake cries, weeping to her knees. "i don't want you to leave me."

"your drunk mother! you don't even know what your saying!" you watch your mothers antics, a crying mess. "i'm going to live with tom. end of story."