A/N:I promised myself I'd try to update weekly, if anything, but I caught a rather violent cold. Sorry for the wait!
CHAPTER THREE OF DARLING, I'M SORRY
Enjoy & thank you everyone for continuously reading this story!
Harry stared blankly in front of him, he was in the lobby of M Entertainment - the company he worked for - waiting for Cho so he could treat her to lunch. He had stayed up all night playing a violent video game that centered on killing evil wizards – as a way to get his mind off of what had happened between him and Tom Riddle. Not that it really helped much, it only served to make him tired and dread the upcoming lunch date with Cho even more.
He sighed, sinking even lower into the couch, he didn't even know if he could face his girlfriend today.
"I found you." A familiar teasing – and definitely male – voice spoke up from behind him.
Harry felt a jolt run up his spine. 'No…' he thought miserably as he turned his head to look behind him. And just as he had guessed Tom Riddle stood there, a pleasant smile gracing his face. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world as he stood there looking at Harry.
"Leave me alone," Harry hissed out, feeling his headache return with a vengeance. He crowed mentally when he saw Tom's smile drop a bit.
"As much as I find this side of you endearing… I wish you'd stop being so cold towards me. It's not like I did anything wrong to you," the singer sighed out.
Harry huffed, "Oh? You didn't do anything wrong did you? For your information, I have a girlfriend!"
"Well," Tom started, not fazed at all, "she's not a very good girlfriend then, is she? She can't even keep her boyfriend satisfied." He finished with a cheeky smile as he leaned over the couch Harry was sitting on.
Harry growled out, annoyance clearly visible in his eyes. "Give me that!" He said as he tried to snatch his ring from Tom's necklace. It had slipped out from the singer's shirt when he had leaned over.
"Nuh uh," Tom said, shaking his finger at Harry as he moved away from his reach, tucking the necklace back into his shirt. "Why do you even want this back? It's not like it has a purpose now, does it?" He winked - a taunting smirk playing on his lips.
"You-" Harry started, at a loss of words, "-its'-" He struggled, reaching over to try and snatch the ring from the laughing singer. In his desperation he had tried to sneak his hand into the singer's shirt.
"Harry?" A female voice cut in.
Tom and Harry both turned to look at her.
"What are you doing?" She asked a bit peeved.
"Nothing!" Harry replied quickly, getting up to greet the girl.
"Cho… Chang…?" Tom asked from behind the seat, his eyes roaming her figure. "This is your girlfriend, Harry?" He asked the flustered boy.
"Oh my, Harry, you didn't tell me you knew Tom Riddle," Cho giggled as she saw Tom looking her up and down. She hooked her arm around Harry's, leaning in toward her boyfriend, "You must introduce me." She spoke lightly in a flirtatious voice, seemingly forgetting how peeved she was at him for the other night.
"Uh…" Harry struggled, looking from Cho to Tom, "This is Cho Chang… my girlfriend. Cho, this is Tom Riddle, I work on his concerts." He managed to choke out. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he was slightly afraid of Tom at the moment.
Cho just giggled, wiggling her fingers at Tom in a girlish manner.
"Oh?" Tom spoke lightly, "You're girlfriend is a super model?" Tom chuckled, his voice ice cold, "Must be something about you that attracts us famous people. Don't you agree Miss Chang?" He finished with a quirked eyebrow, smirking coldly at the super model.
She laughed unaware, brushing her long straight black hair aside as she leaned even further onto Harry, "Yes, there's just something about him that catches your eye isn't there?" She finished eying Harry with adoration.
Harry laughed nervously, Cho might've not realized it but Tom Riddle was giving off a killer intent in his opinion. "Well, uh… I'm starving, so… uh… how 'bout we head out now?" He asked his clueless girlfriend.
"Oh! Yes, Harry there's this new restaurant I wanted to eat at!" Cho said in a cheerful voice. "Well, Mister Riddle, it was nice meeting you!" She said, dragging Harry out by the arm in a hurry.
"Uh… yeah…" Harry said awkwardly, waving his hand in farewell, "…later."
Tom smirked at the couple, "Yes… later." He said, his red eyes glittering.
"Harry," Cho said, once their food had arrived, "You didn't tell me you were working on Tom Riddle's concerts." She speared her salad and slowly chewed her food.
"Oh… I…" Harry started, not entirely sure what to say, "I guess it just slipped my mind…"
"Don't worry, I completely understand why you forgot our date yesterday," she said, smiling sweetly at the boy, "You must've been so busy! It was inconsiderate of me, I'm sorry. I totally forgot you just transferred to another artist. Sorry for yelling at you like that…"
"No, no! It's my fault, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have forgotten," he said in a rush, shaking his head frantically.
She giggled, taking a sip of water, "You're much too nice Harry."
'I really am much too nice… I should've filed against Riddle for sexual harassment by now…' he thought miserably to himself, taking a vicious stab at his ravioli.
"…Cho?" A deep masculine voice cut in.
"Cedric?" His girlfriend exclaimed, shock evident in her voice, "Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? I thought you were playing for Spain?"
The man, now identified as Cedric, laughed, "I got transferred back to England. I've been meaning to contact you… But I guess I got lucky today, huh?" He told her slyly as he winked.
Harry coughed, at a loss of what to do. It seemed they knew each other quite well, in his opinion.
"Oh!" Cho gasped, just remembering Harry's presence. "Cedric this is Harry Potter. My… boyfriend…" She seemed to choke out the last bit. "Harry, this is Cedric Diggory… I'm sure you recognize him, since you're such a diehard soccer fan…" She trailed off. She had always been iffy about soccer.
"Ah." Harry said, suddenly knowing why the blonde man looked so familiar. "You're the forward for Spain, right?"
Cedric laughed goodheartedly, "Well I was," he said, "But I'm playing for my home country now."
"Glad to have you back then, mate." Harry said, shaking Cedric's offered hand. "How do you two know each other?"
"Uh…" Cho started, looking at Cedric quickly, "We went to college together… and we modeled together for a bit." She laughed awkwardly, shooting pointed glances at the blonde boy.
Cedric smiled, "Well you're obviously having a date here, so I'll leave you two be okay?" He said walking away with a wave, "I'll catch you later then."
"He seems like a good bloke," Harry said, "He's going to be on the same team with Ron then…" He paused looking at his girlfriend, "…Cho? Are you okay?"
"Huh?" She replied in a distracted voice.
"You're being rather quiet," he said softly, not liking it one bit, "You okay?"
"Oh… Sorry. I'm just… mmm…" She smiled sweetly at him, "I haven't seen him in three years, and it just brings back memories from my school days."
"Did you…" He paused, not sure if he should continue or not.
"Hmm…? What is it?" Cho asked him, her brown almond shaped eyes glowing in curiosity.
"It's nothing," he said, waving his hand, "Do you want me to drop you off at your house after?"
"No, it's okay, I need to go somewhere after this so, you can just head back to the company."
"Alright," he said, stabbing his ravioli viciously again – his girlfriend oblivious of his anger. He didn't like how Cho was being so distant from him.
"This restaurant was good. We should come here again sometime," Cho said as she leaned into kiss Harry on the cheek, "I'll see you later okay?"
"Mmm…" Harry said, waving after his girlfriend, a slight frown gracing his face as he saw her pick up her ringing phone in a hurry. He heard her gasp out "Cedric…!" before she quickly disappeared around a corner.
Unaware Harry didn't notice Tom Riddle creeping up behind him, "Why didn't you break up with her?" The singer whispered into his ear as he hugged the shorter male from behind.
Harry gasped as he felt Tom's warm breath on his neck. He tried to squirm away but gave up when the singer just tightened his hold on him. Harry sighed in defeat as he peered into Tom's face – his eyes hidden by sunglasses, "Are you stalking me now?"
He felt Tom's body shake from laughter, "No," the singer replied amused, "Call it fate?"
"Please," Harry said a bit amused by his answer, though it was quickly forgotten when Tom rested his head on his shoulder, "Get off." Harry grumbled out, shrugging his shoulders to lodge the singer off.
Tom just chuckled, "Trouble in paradise?" He asked in a sarcastic voice.
When Harry didn't say anything Tom just laughed, "She obviously has something going on for that blonde soccer player. Break it off with her, then you'll be all mine."
Harry growled.
"Although, it wouldn't stop me from taking you even if you are together. I just don't like sharing." the singer teased the fuming boy.
"You-!" Harry started only to be interrupted by a scream and a flash.
"OH MY GOD!" Someone screamed, followed by more flashes from a camera. "IT'S VOLDEMORT!"
"Cheers," Tom said from behind Harry - using him as some sort of human teddy bear – as he flashed his fans a disarming smile.
"It's Voldemort?" Someone yelled not far away.
A reply came across the street, "WHAT? WHERE?"
"OH MY GOD! THERE HE IS!" Another yelled.
Then, "IT'S HIM," they all seemed to yell together.
"Uh…oh…" Tom said, staring at the mass of people coming in closer to where he and Harry stood. He looked down at Harry who seemed to have gone pale from shock - or was it fright? He laughed nervously, "I think it's about time we escaped, don't you think?" He asked the boy in his arms. "Come on! Haha. Run with me." He said to the shocked boy as he ran, dragging Harry behind him, his fans screaming and running after the pair.
Huff. Huff.
"Haaa… That was exciting, wouldn't you say so?"
"Haa, haa… NO! Haa… I would most… definitely… Haa, haa. NOT!" Harry replied angrily at Tom, still out of breath from running away from those crazed fan girls. Why he had to run away with him, Harry had no idea, since it was Tom those crazy girls were after in the first place.
"You sure are out of shape Harry," Tom said as he stared at Harry who was still wheezing. "Here," he said, getting him a bottle of water from his fridge, "Can't have you passing out on me now."
"Thanks," Harry gasped out, grabbing the offered bottle. He busily tried to drown the whole thing in one go.
Tom chuckled, "You sure drink greedily. I remember you drinking something else like that a few days ago. You wouldn't even let me take you to the bedroom, let alone pull you off." The singer told him in a voice that suggested anything but innocent.
"Pffffffff-!" Harry coughed, spitting out all the water in his mouth, his eyes the size of saucers.
Tom frowned, although there was a teasing glint in his red eyes. "Aw you've spilled it, and yet you told me that you shouldn't waste anything," he said to him in a taunting manner, licking his finger sensually, his eyes hooded and staring at Harry unwaveringly.
"I-! I did no such thing!" Harry denied venomously backing away from the singer.
"It seems you're having trouble remembering that night," Tom told him, his usually smooth voice husky, "I'll just help you remember then…" He said as he pushed the boy against the counter.
Harry let out a squeak, his eyes closing tight.
Tom chuckled, as he leaned in closer to Harry's face, he unconsciously licked his own lips – as if he were savoring a delicious meal.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
'Huh?' Harry thought to himself.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Ee, he..hee…" Harry let out a half-relieved, half-mortified laugh as he answered his phone, "Hello?"
This time Tom groaned, "What a way to ruin the mood," the disappointed singer sighed out as he back away from Harry. He ran his hand through his ebony locks in frustration - staring at Harry from the corner of his eye.
"…Cho? What? Have I seen the news? No. What are you talking ab-" Harry rambled, "What? Uhh… Turn to channel seven? … Watch…The Daily Prophet? Right now?" He stopped, staring at Tom who was now looking at him in question. "Can you turn on the telly?" Harry asked him. "Channel seven," he replied when the singer motioned to the remote.
"Cho! Calm down!" Harry suddenly yelled, holding his phone away from his ear. "What? Yes, I'm with Tom Riddle right now… Why does it even matter?"
He sighed, not getting why Cho was so angry at him all of a sudden. He heard Tom laughing in front of the television and went to join him since it was what Cho wanted him to see in the first place.
"Exclusive news Tom Riddle has a boy lover?" It read in red across the head of the television screen.
Harry stared at the television in shock as the singer laughed in mirth next to him - his phone forgotten in his hand. He stared at the picture displayed on the screen. It was from today - he could tell that much – and it was of him and Tom. To be honest, Harry thought to himself as dread filled him, they really did look like a couple. Especially since it looked like Tom was hugging him gently from the back as Harry – with a slightly flush face – peered at the singer above him.
"Evening everyone! It is I – the beautiful and gorgeous – Rita Skeeter! Here to deliver the latest piece of juicy news to my wonderful viewers!" The reporter from the television cut in, "As you can see, Tom Riddle, AKA Voldemort, the hottest and most wanted bachelor in –well – the world seems to be taken by a boy! And quite happily at that if that smile of his is anything to go by!" The reporter hummed, clicking her poisonous green painted nails together, "And, watch this clip here." A clip of Tom and Harry running away together came up. Tom had Harry's hand in a tight grip and they were both laughing.
Harry groaned, yes he had laughed. He blamed it on the adrenaline rush, running away from a mob was exciting, although by the end of it he was pretty tired and a bit annoyed but in the middle – yes – he admitted grungily, it had been a bit fun.
"Ah." He flinched, as video Tom turned to flash Harry a smile, Harry's purity ring sliding out from Tom's loosely buttoned shirt. The silver necklace stood out against Tom's black top.
The reporter paused the clip dramatically.
"See there!" Rite Skeeter pointed at the ring with a green feather, "That is a ring! But more importantly, Tom Riddle is wearing it! Tom Riddle who is known to never ever have a piece of jewelry on his person! IS! WEARING! A NECKLACE! WITH! A! RING!"
"HARRY!"
He flinched, as he heard Cho's scream from his phone, even Tom heard that yell.
"Where's your ring?" She hissed at him.
"I-I... um…" He mumbled at a loss, "I lost it!" He said quickly. Tom let out an amused sound from next to him at his words – which were obviously a lie.
"You lost it?" She asked him in a disbelieving tone.
"Uh… yeah…" Harry mumbled, suddenly regretting his words.
"Then…" She replied calmly – much too calmly, "What is it doing on Tom Riddle's neck?" She finished in a screech.
"I… uh…" Harry shifted, "Cho it's…"
"And hear this everyone! We just got this gorgeous tip in right now, apparently, last night, there were some funny sounds emitting from a room backstage at Tom Riddle's concert... if you know what I mean," the reporter inputted, not helping Harry at all.
"HARRY!" Cho's voice rang from his phone again, "IS THAT WHY LAST NIGHT WHEN I CALLED YOU-? CONSIDER US OVER!" She screamed before hanging up the phone abruptly.
Tom clicked the television off. He looked down at Harry with a playful smirk on his face, as if he was saying, "Well what can you do now? Seems like you're mine."
A/N: I planned to make this a rather short story, so expect an ending soon. (Two chapters left? Maybe three...?)
Don't expect something... well... twisted or something. Like i said before, I wrote this story for shits & giggles. XD
(This is what i was thinking when Harry was stabbing his ravioli.)
Harry: STAB STAB STAB.
Ravioli: What'd I ever do to youuuu? /cries