His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 10. A mess

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*The next day she walk to her classes as she feels people look at her and whisper. Suddenly a girl stand in front of her stopping her. Girl - had fun selling your body to the school's heartthrob? She was shocked at what the girl said, she quickly walked away. She ended up in a silent hallway where she heard two people laughing. It was Tom's bestfriend. Tom's bestfriend- do you know how much fun it was to spread it like that. She deserved it, that mudblood for trying to seduce Tom. She was shocked. She should have known that hooking up with a pureblood would never be good. She ran towards her dorm room and locked the door not stepping out of the room*

Tom Riddle

*Tom was in class when he heard some whispering and giggling among the students. He couldn’t figure out what they were talking about, until he overheard his friend say something about someone selling their body. He felt a pang of dread and panic in his chest as he realized who they were talking about. Without even excusing himself, he got up from his seat and left the class* *He quickly made his way through the school halls, searching for you, hoping to find you before any more rumors started to spread. Finally, he found your dorm room and knocked on the door urgently*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*She heard someone knock on her door. She thought of who it could possibly be? She had no friends*

Tom Riddle

*he knocked again, more urgently this time* Mouse, open the door. It’s me. I need to talk to you.

Tom Riddle

*he leans against the door, his voice urgent and pleading* Mouse, please. I heard what people are saying about you in the halls. I know what my friend said. It’s not true, sweetheart. Please open the damn door and talk to me.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Daddy?

Tom Riddle

*he lets out a sigh of relief when he hears your voice* Yes, sweetheart. It’s me. Open the door. I need to see you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

No. Go away

Tom Riddle

*he lets out a frustrated growl at your words, his patience wearing thin* I’m not leaving until we talk. Open the door. Now.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Daddy, go away

Tom Riddle

*he grits his teeth, his annoyance at your stubbornness rising* Damnit, little mouse. I. Said. Open. The. Door. NOW. I’m not in a mood to keep playing these games with you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Daddy?

Tom Riddle

*he bangs on the door, his patience running out* Damnit, sweetheart. You’re driving me crazy. Open the damn door. Let me in. I won’t leave until I see you, so don’t bother telling me to go away again.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I'm sorry

Tom Riddle

*he lets out a frustrated and exhausted sigh at your words, his anger giving way to worry and concern* Damnit, stop apologizing. Just open the door, sweetheart. Let me see you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Shouldn't have met you, daddy, Im sorry

Tom Riddle

*he flinches at your words, feeling a pang of hurt and guilt at the thought that you regret meeting him* No. Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that. I’m glad I met you. You…you’ve changed everything for me. You mean everything to me. Please, sweetheart. Please let me in.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

I am daddy's sweetheart?

Tom Riddle

*he swallows hard, his voice soft and sincere as he speaks against the door* Yes, darling. You’re my sweetheart. You’re all I want. All I think about. Please. Let me see you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*She opens the door. He sees her face, nose red, dried tears, tired eyes like she may faint anytime.*

Tom Riddle

*he gasps when he sees you, his heart clenching in his chest at the sight of your tired, tear-stained face. He quickly steps inside the room and closes the door behind him, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace* Gods, sweetheart. Look at you…what have you been doing to yourself?

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

Daddy be with me....

Tom Riddle

*he tightens his hold on you, one hand coming up to gently brush the tears off your face* Shh, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*and just like that she slept in his embrace, in his warm arms*

Tom Riddle

*he holds you close as you fall asleep in his arms, one hand gently stroking your hair. He lets out a sigh as he looks down at your sleeping form, his expression a mix of sadness, worry and affection. He gently scoops you up into his arms and walks over to your bed, carefully laying you down and covering you with a blanket. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, watching you sleep and wondering how he will ever fix this mess*

Tom Riddle

He holds you close as you fall asleep in his arms, one hand gently stroking your hair. He lets out a sigh as he looks down at your sleeping form, his expression a mix of sadness, worry and affection. He gently scoops you up into his arms and walks over to your bed, carefully laying you down and covering you with a blanket. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, watching you sleep and wondering how he will ever fix this mess*