Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑇𝑊𝑂

A/N: Hey y'all, i just kinda wanted to say that i'm sorry this story's kinda all over. I don't have like an exact plan for it, or for how long I want to to be. So i'm just kinda creating problems than solving them, then creating another. I'm gonna try to hold on to this most recent problem for a while and ride it out to the full. Also I have no idea how juvey and parole works so i'm just kinda guessing. But i hope you all are enjoying the story! Keep commenting and voting bc it makes me so happy when y'all show your enjoying the story.

NICO POV:
KNOCK KNOCK
"Nico, you need to wake up it's 12 in the fucking afternoon," Wills voice woke me up.
What is he doing home from school?
"Go away!" I murmured, burying my head under the comforter.
"I'm coming in," he answers, opening the door.
"Do you not understand the meaning of go away?" I roll my eyes, still hiding under the comforter from the light. My head was pounding, probably from smoking so much after being sober for almost a year. My tolerance had gone down, and I knew that when I did it I just didn't care. Not to mention I haven't ate, so I still feel pretty high.
Will pulled the sheets down and looked me in the eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept at all last night, his eyes were dark and puffy.
"I do, I just choose to ignore it," he answers, chewing his lip. "How do you feel?"
"Like I want you to leave me alone," I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.
He reached out to put his hand on my chest and i flinched away, I didn't know if he was still mad or not.
He looked concerned but to my surprise he loved his hand back to his side. "I'm sorry Nico," he said in a hushed tone. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, I love you."
"Fuck off," I snap back defensively, moving as far away from him as I could.
"I know you probably hate me now, but I promise I would never hurt you. No matter how mad I am."
"Didn't seem like it," I murmur, tears threatening to spill.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you feel that way. I was just really upset." A tear slid down his cheek, and hit my comforter.
"Yeah whatever," I stammer, not able to look at his face.
"Please Nico, what can I do to make you believe me?"
"Not be a dick head," I reply, quite helpfully.

WILLS POV:
He still looked high. His eyes were still red and his pupils took up almost his entire iris.
"Not be a dick head."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Ill try my best, I was just really, uh, worried about you. I still am," I say moving closer to him in an attempt to test the waters with him.
"I'm fine," he snapped, turning his head away from me.
"No your not, but that's okay. Just talk to me please."
"Are you gonna hit me?" He voice quivered, he sounded genuinely scared.
I felt like an absolute asshole. I should have known me yelling at him wouldn't have made anything better.
"I would never hit you love," I feel more tears start streaming down my face.
He turned and met my eyes, a single tear slid down his face but he brushed it away as quickly as it came.
"Are you sure?" he whimpered, I could tell he was having to force himself to meet my eyes and it was really hard for him.
I slowly reached and took his hand. He flinched a little and got really tense, but let me hold his hand anyways.
"I'm positive, I never want to scare you again. I feel awful, i'm really sorry Nico," he beg for his forgiveness, squeezing his hand for emphasis.
He shook his head slowly, and wiped more tears from his face.
"Can I hug you?" I ask, not wanting to move to fast and freak him out.
He thought for a moment before scooting closer and warily laying his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him loosely, so he wouldn't feel trapped. I could feel him shaking and his heart beat through his shirt.