the boys realizing that
they love you...

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

Her laughter died down a little, and I felt her head rest onto my shoulder.

Me and Y/n were watching a film in my dorm and she had her legs draped on mine and she laid next to me.

It was already 22:56. Past her normal bedtime and she was probably tired.

The film had finished but we were still just talking. I could tell she was tired, though.

She yawned and I stroked her hair with my arm around her, she snuggled deeper into my shoulder and my heart smiled.

"Night, Riddle." She murmered, so quiet that I wouldn't have heard it had I not been watching her.

Not in a weird way, don't think that.

Just admiring her. The way her hair draped perfectly over the side of her face, covering they eyes that I could get lost in.

Her soft pink lips plumed up, even in her sleep, she had her body curled up and I put the fluffy blanket on top of her.

But, no. The thing that amazed me about her wasn't her looks. Because even though she was physically so flattering, her personality ruled over.

She was literally a beam of light in any room she walked into. The energy she gave off was unreal.

She was caring, sympathetic, empathetic, all the good things in life summed up what she was like.

And now she was here, with me of all people. I was the opposite of her.

People weren't my biggest fan, but Y/n being my only fan was enough for everything to be okay.

And best of all, the thing that meant most to me was the fact that she trusted me.

She was sleeping peacefully on my shoulder after spending an aftertoon with me.

This is what love felt like.

Not what I thought; not those expensive dates and not those expensive gifts. It's this.

Y/n was the definition of love for me. I love her.

I love her.

And that was the best thing that I could ever do in this life.

• 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 •

The stupid grin on my face wouldn't fade as I watched Y/n pretend to jump for the 10th time as her little cousin scared her.

She giggled and tickled her, my heart squeezed a little.

When Y/n let her go, I watched as her cousin - Jasmine - went off to pick some flowers for her.

"Shes so cute." She says, leaning back into me.

I nod, smiling as I watch her leave to go play with Jasmine again. Gosh, she was so sweet.

We were at a small family gathering. I was here as her friend. But I think that hurt both of us to say.

But it hurt me more, because watching Y/n play with her - basically - baby cousin, made me realize something.

Y'know, it was probably something I had realized aged ago but just didn't want to accept until whenver I saw how she bonded with children.

I wanted Y/n to be the mother of my kids. I wanted to feel her love, I wabted to love her, I wan...

No, matter of fact, I do love her.

I love Y/n and I'm not afraid to admit that to myself anymore.

Why should I be scared? Out of every person I know, she's the one that wouldn't judge me for anything.

She's just... everything I look for. And everything I didn't even know that I was looking for.

She was everything I wanted and everything I needed. My girl. The only one from here on out.

Forever my girl.

• 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 •

"Enzo! Wake up, wake up!!"

I heard feminine squeals of happiness and a voice I wouldn't mistake for any other.

Y/n.

"Hwy, sweetheart." I said, smiling and rubbing mt eyes as I felt her get on me and hug me.

"Happy birthday!! You're old now." She jokes and I laugh.

"What time is it?" She shaked her head no as I asked, but I assumed it was early because the sun wasnt even shining through yet.

"Mmmm, yesh that doesn't matter. I jist know that it's your birthday!"

She doesn't wanna tell me because she knows I'm not the biggest fan of waking up early.

But, I couldn't imagine not one scenario where I could get upset at her. Everyone but her.

"I got you a gift! Sit up!" She says, excited.

God, she remembered me.

She was probably planning this.

I smirk as I sit up and see her cheeks tint pink. I don't sleep with a shirt on and I'm a religious gym rat.

"Okay, mister abs." She says, handing me the baby blue box.

"I'm flattered."

I open the gift - nor knowing that she had been planning like 5 more surprises - and I felt so loved.

I felt like me and Y/n could rule the world together with just our bond.

I loved her and I loved the way that she went about life, I...

Wait. I love her.

This is what love feels like.

Like nothing else matters; just us.

Love, love, love, love.

I would never get tired of expressing my love for Y/n. Nothing could break us apart, and nothing would.

• 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 •

Fuck.

I couldn't think straight at any second of the day. Every single thought consisted of a certain brunette. (AN: sorry if ur not brunette!!)

A certain brunette that fed Hagrid's white bunnies, a certain brunette that was practically known for just being a good person.

That's what Y/n was.

Someone who radiated good energy and good vibes to everyone she met. Someone who spread love.

Someone who made people feel love.

Someone who made me love her.

Y/n was so perfect in my eyes. And to be honest, I don't care what she was in other people's eyes.

Because mothing anyone said could make me change my opinion on this wonderful girl.

I love her. So much. Too much.

I put my pen down and just plopped down on my bed, fiddling with my hands.

My phone rang. Y/n.

Honestly, perfect timing.

We talked for about 5 minutes on the phone and I decided to balls up. "Hey- Y/n, you wanna come over? It's better talking in person."

She agreed and soon she was here, laughing and giggling at my jokes while sat on my lap.

That's peace for me.

I love her.

• 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 •

Her laugh filled the air and I chuckled just at the sound. I had gotten some flour on my nose as we baked.

Her laugh was the soundtrack of my life, the mesmerizing sound would be the first thing I would mention in my autobiography.

How it made me crave to hear it. Made me feel protective and made me feel like I wanted to be the only one to make her laugh.

We were making cupcakes. My mother's favorite recipe before she died. I was planning on taking it to my grave.

Something only me and my mother would know, a taste for only me to cherish and love.

But when Y/n said she was craving a sweet treat, I couldn't help but teach her it.

I wish I could've introduced Y/n to my mom. It's a privilege that I'll never have.

"Okay, what next, chef Nott?" She teased, giggling with a little bit of flour on her nose too.

"Watch it, Y/l/n." I warn and pull her closer and into my chest.

I feel like I can show her all the damaged parts of me, and instead of trying to fix me, she'll accept and embrace me.

And that's all I want. I don't want to be changed. I want to be known and accepted. Known for who I really am.

I love Y/n, I love how she accepts fate, believes in soulmates. I love how she makes her 'bad' traits look beautiful.

She is a beautiful person.

I love her. I love how she made me love her. Not by force, but by being herself.

Being the amazing person she is.

Those cupcakes never tasted better.

• 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

I carried Y/n up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

Why? Well, I insisted. And becayse the floow was still very damp from yesterday's rain.

Matter of fact, I carried her from her dorm to here. Yes, it's a brag.

Because I literally had a perfect girl in my arms. I'll get into that later, but right now, I was paying attention to every detail of her speech.

She was talking about the book she had just finished and I wanted to know everything so we could talk all about it.

I sit her down on my lap in a dry spot of the floor, under the shelter.

I watched her lips move as she talked for ages. I could never get bored of hearing her talk.

I could watche her pick every strand of grass out of the floor and not get bored.

I could - and will - be with her forever, and never get bored. Bacause how could anyone get bored of her?

She was so... mesmerizing, so perfect. I notice things about her that I wouldn't notice about anyone.

She preferred white chocolate, hated dark chocolate, watched true crime and got scared after.

I could go on for ages, but she would call me cringy.

I love listening to her talk.

No, Mattheo. You love her.

I love Y/n. More than I love myself.

More than I'll ever love anyone else.

I can't wait to grow old with her, have children, go through everything with her, marry her.

Till death do us part.

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i was watching true crime and
almost wrote 'i love kidnapping' like
3 times... 😭

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