Are you falling in love? | Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 12-'my dorm.'

Y/n's pov

My dorm." he says sternly.

'"Why not mine?" I whine again as he starts walking to his dorm.

"Because nobody will be there to take care of you."

I ignore him for a few minutes before we reach his dorm.

"Why do you care?" I ask him.

"I just do," he mumbles.

"But why? There has to be a reason. There's no way you're attracted to me so that can't be a reason. And if you hated me, you wouldn't be doing this."

"There's no reason. I'm just helping you."

"Fine, ignore my question." 

I groan as Mattheo places me on his bed. 

My head is killing me. 

And I feel like everything I drank is about to come out.

I get out of Mattheo's bed, as much as it hurts my head, and run to his bathroom. 

I run towards his toilet and start puking.

Mattheo's pov

"Why am I helping Y/n?" I think as I fiddle through my drawer, trying to find something for her to wear. 

Suddenly, she gets up from my bed and runs to the bathroom. 

A few seconds later, I hear puking noises.

"Y/n!" I call out, running into my bathroom.

I see her leaning on top of my toilet, vomiting.

"Y/n!" I repeat running to her.

I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist, moving the hair from her face after kneeling beside her. 

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Y/n's pov

I wake up in Mattheo's bed. 

I look down at myself. I'm wearing a T-shirt that's too big for me and underwear. 

I look to my side. The alarm reads 10:03 AM.

Mattheo is nowhere to be seen.

I turn my head to the side table and groan. 

God, my head hurts really bad.

I see a glass of water and 2 pills on the table with 2 notes that read 'eat me' and 'drink me'. 

I take the pills before resting my head against the pillow again. 

A few minutes later, I hear the door open. 

"Hey," Mattheo says as he opens the door.

He is wearing a compression shirt and black joggers. He has a water bottle and mini towel in his hand. 

"Feeling better?" He says as he wipes the sweat off of his forehead with his towel. 

"Where did you go?" I ask, sitting up, ignoring his question and the butterflies in my stomach.

"For a run. Why?" 

"No reason," I say, looking down at my fiddling hands. 

I can't lie, he does look pretty attractive with the compression shirt. 

I try to avoid looking at him.

"What happened?" He asks me, coming closer. 

He reaches my ear. Why does he still smell good even though he's covered in sweat?