So, part 2 is here! I hope you like this and don't forget to vote. It helps with my books and I love you guys!

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You were in a thrift shop and you were just looking around, deceiving people of your true intentions. The guy behind the counter notices you and watches you from a round mirror. He caught you grazing over a pair of sunglasses. He continues to suck on his lollipop as he walked out over you, placing a hand on the sunglasses. He grabbed the backpack forcefully and yanked it off your back. "Hey! Āsshole! Give that back!" He walked to the counter and his fingers unzipped the bag. "Let me see what other shīt you stole and then I'll give it back." He waited until you were outside before he rummaged through the stuff you had. You stole a packet of chips, a bottle of soda and a two packets of Skittles. He also grabbed the £100 you had in the front zipper and stuffed it in his pocket.

He saw you leaning against the glass of the shop, waiting impatiently for your bag back. The guy walked out and handed you the bag, the material rubbing against his skin roughly as you ripped it out of his grip. "Thanks, jerk." You were about to walk away when he called out. "What's your name?" You turned back and smiled which was more like a smirk. "Why?" "So, when I catch you stealing again, I know what to tell the cops when they show up." You snickered and placed your hands in your pockets. "Y/F/N." You glanced at his name tag as smirked at his simple name. "See ya around, Felton." You disappeared from his sight and he sighed.

Meanwhile

Sean was watching television when you came back in. "Hey, babe." He hummed in reply as you sat down next to him. You placed your head in his chest and he nuzzles his head into your hair. "How are you, kitten?" You huffed and laid down on his lap, something he would want you to do. "I'm fine, Sean." He didn't like it when you came him by his name but he didn't really care much. You were his goddamn girlfriend anyways. You both silently watched television, his hand weaving through your hair. Its quite relaxing. "Hey, baby." He looked down at you and smiled. "What is it, kitten?" You smiled and brought yourself up to a sitting position. "Do you love me, Sean?" He gave you a preposterous look and pulled you on his lap. You sat on his firm lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as you hands cupped his cheeks. His hands wrapped around your fingers that were painted black with nail polish. "Of course I love you, baby girl kitten doll face."

You smiled as his lips crashed onto yours, him kissing you hungrily and then a little tender. He was passionate as he placed his hands on your hips, rubbing circles into them. Sean broke the kiss and looked into your eyes lovingly. "Oh hell, Y/N. You're the only one." He continued kissing you passionately, pulling his shirt off.

The next morning

You woke up early to see Sean not beside you. You wore your work clothes and unplugged your charging phone. Sean was leaning on the countertop of the kitchen with a mug of coffee in his hand, a towel wrapping around his waist. You ran a finger down his spine, sending tingles down his back. "Morning." He turned around and pecked your lips gently. "I'm off to work, hun. I'll be back by 7." He smiled and kissed you goodbye before you left. As usual, you walked to the hospital, stepping onto the bridge. You were walking and minding your own business until someone bumped into you. Your work papers flew out of your hands and you hastily picked them up. "Let me help you with that." You saw a pair of light green eyes staring at you while his hands picked up your papers. "Thanks. You don't come by gentleman these days."

He handed the papers to you and smiled. "I'm Matthew." You smiled back and walked with your papers, saying, "I'm Y/N." You disappeared from sight and he couldn't just get you off his mind.

A few days later

You were by a train track with Tom, hanging around and chatting like best friends. You told Sean you were hanging out with friends that day so he would let you go. "So, Y/N, are you still single?" You smiled and nudged him slightly, chuckling as if to avoid the question. "No, I'm taken. Sorry to disappoint, Thomas." He chuckled sadly and saw an old golf club lying a few feet from his feet. "Cheeky idea." He heard you say as he grabbed the golf club and placed his old phone on a brick. He concentrated and swung the golf club, sending the phone flying over an incoming train. You laughed and began walking on the railtrack. "You sure no train would come?" You flashed him a mischievous smile. "Its 4:30 pm. No trains come by this hour." He followed close behind you and soon it was night time. You made it to a bus stop and picked up a half empty spray can.

Tom smiled and took it, spraying on the bus stand. He smirked as you did the same, writing I Was Here. Tom's expression when he saw blue and red flashes coming towards you both. "Holy shīt, Y/N. We have to go!" You turned around just as he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. You both ran from the cops, panting. He slid into an alley and the cops surround you both. "Come out right now!" Tom gave you a sad look and closed his eyes, regretting his next move already. He pushed you deeper into the alley and you watched as he walked out to the curb, his hands up. He turned to you and mouthed, "Go." You ran, casually looking back to see the cops handcuffing him. You ran back home and saw Sean sitting on the couch, his expression not happy at all. "Hey, honey. Something wrong?" He got up and said in a low angry voice, "So, you never told me you liked Robert?" You blushed in embarrassment and defended yourself.

"I thought there was no secrets between us, Y/N." You neared him and caressed his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes. "Sean... Its not what you think, alright?" He furrowed his brows and pushed you away. "Get out." You cried but blinked back your tears. "Fine." You walked out of the apartment and left Sean to think dangerous thoughts. He grabbed the nearest thing which was a picture frame and hurled in to the wall. The glass broke and he began turning over the nearest coffee table. When he broke an amount of stuff, he slammed his fist into the wall, the plaster crumbling to the floor. Sean sat against the wall and buried his face in his knees, his hands onto the side of his head. He wept until he fell asleep sitting there.

Meanwhile

Tom was sitting in the room that was illuminated brightly, the walls white and the one sided mirror in front of him. A cop came in and he sat in front of Tom, hid hands clasped together and staring attentively at the guilty faced guy. "Thomas Andrew Felton." Tom didn't react, avoiding any eye contact. "Come on, boy. Talk. Maybe you'll get a lighter sentence." Tom remained silent. "Well, we'll just have to find your friend then. Maybe she'll take your sentence for ya." Tom slammed his fists onto the metal table, finally making eye contact. "Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Her." The officer held a smug look on his face and neared his face into Tom's face. "Or what? You'll graffiti my house?" Tom raged and slammed his fist into the officer's face. He pulled out a pocket knife and slammed it into the officer's leg. Two other officers came in and held him back. The other officer stood up and limped towards the door.

Tom was thrown into a jail cell where he was put in for 10 months and he also has to serve community work. He leaned against the wall and wept into his jeans. He thought, what the hell did you get yourself into now, Tom?

A/N: Part 3? I think part 3 is good. I hope you like. This one was basically focusing on Tom and Sean. Next one is Robert and Rupert and James and Matthew. Will there be a happy ending? Who knows. Stay cool my FAM!!!