helliam/willry oneshots (ft. angst)

'' You're beautiful ''

(This was HEAVILY inspired by @williesmurderparty)

! TW FOR AN EATING DISORDER !

No one's pov:
Henry walked into Williams room and gaged slightly. The smell of puke filled his nose as he walked in. Candy rapers, takeout boxes and plastic containers littered the floor. Henry made it through the pile of garbage and looked towards Williams bed. There he was, like any other day. Except this wasn't like any other day. William was turned towards the wall, crying silently. It was obvious he was trying to hide his sobs. Trying to walk in between all the trash, Henry made it to Williams bed and shook his shoulder slightly. He turned around and looked up at Henry. He had drool and vomit all over his clothes and bed. Henry honestly felt bad for him. He couldn't even bring himself to smile like he usually would. He just kept his sad facial expression.

"Hey, William", Henry said in a gentle tone, "Could you sit up for me?"

William pushed himself up, sitting with his legs dangling off of his bed. Henry could now see his whole body. His hair was messy and unkept, his clothes had dried up vomit and drool on them as well as some other stains and his eyes looked lifeless. Henry teared up as he looked at the once stable man in front of him. It truly hurt to see how badly a death could change someone. And how quickly.

"Let's get you cleaned up okay?", he asked softly.

William nodded slowly and got out of his bed, wincing at every piece of trash he stepped on. William felt horrible. Not only because he had been binge eating and then vomiting it all up. But because he was tired. He hadn't slept well in the past few days and it had taken a toll on him and his mental health. The two adults walked into the bathroom, Henry closing and locking the door behind them. William stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Henry waited for the bathtub to fill.

"Get those clothes off of you, they smell like puke and depression", Henry gaged again at the smell.

"Right, sorry", William replied in a small voice as he took his clothes off.

Soon the bathtub was full. Henry bent down to check the temperature, smiling when it was just perfect.

"Want me to stay or leave?", He asked as William was walking over.

"Leave", William answered, not dropping his towel before Henry left.

Henry only shrugged and smiled before walking out. William ran over to lock the door and sighed. He dropped the towel and placed it on the toilet lid. The scars and cuts that littered his thighs felt uncomfortable when anyone was around, knowing or not. He stepped into the bath and washed himself. William knew he needed to wash himself more often, but he was always scared of it after being springlocked. Liquid in general made him panic slightly when it was near him. He sat in the bath for a while, at some point even falling asleep. He woke up to the sound of banging on the door.

"DAD! I WANNA PISS!", Micheal shouted from outside the door.

William immediately got out of the bath and put the towel back on. He drained the bath and unlocked the door. Mike ran in and pushed his father out. So now William was outside the bathroom, soaking, in a towel. He walked into his disgusting room and felt that the smell was gone. He looked down at the floor and there was significantly less trash than before. His bedsheets had been changed as well as his pillowcase. The windows were open for once and he could actually walk around without feeling bad about himself. He opened his closet to see only five shirts and three pairs of pants. He should really get some new clothes William thought as he pulled out a t-shirt and some sweatpants. When he felt ready he sighed and walked out of the room. He felt clean and nice after his bath. It felt nice to be able to move again. William smelled a nice coffee smell from downstairs. Oh right, the stairs. William hated stairs. Why his room was on the second floor? No idea. He held onto the railing with all his might as he took careful steps, feeling a bit dizzy. As soon as William made it down he leaned against the wall to ground himself. The stairs were a nightmare down and up. He had been so concentrated on the stairs that he hadn't remembered why he came down. The smell of coffee filled his nose again. It felt like he was craving it. He walked into the kitchen to see Henry making coffee and breakfast. Only one cup. William went and sat down at the table, which Henry noticed.

"How do you feel William?", he asked sweetly.

In all honesty, William didn't know how he felt. Horrible? Angry? Good? Who knows.

"I feel alright", he chuckled lightly and smiled at Henry.

"That's nice to hear!", Henry smiled happily as he cooked, his glasses fogging up constantly.

Light shined through the curtains in the kitchen and made a euphoric scene in the kitchen. The soft winds from the open window in front of Henry made its way over to William.

"You must be hungry, William", Henry asked as more of a statement.

"Eh, not really", William smiled shyly, "I think I've put on enough padding".

William laughed as he patted his belly. In reality William hated the weight he had gained. He hated how he looked. He hated how he had a slight chub when he stood. Henry frowned upon the "joke" William made. Henry knew William had weight issues his whole life, most of his life he was severely underweight until recently. William just hadn't learned how to cope with his kids deaths in healthy ways.

"Hey, starving yourself isn't gonna help", Henry said softly as he turned off the burners.

"It did for most of my life", William mumbled under his breath.

Henry felt himself get disappointed at that. William shouldn't have to feel bad about himself like this. In Henry's eyes William was perfect just the way he was. A little weight was just gonna make it more of him to love.

"You shouldn't be starving yourself, period", Henry argued with more concern than anger.

"I...", William shut himself up and tears threatened his eyes as Henry brought out breakfast for them to eat.

"Listen Will", Henry said as he sat down, "Nothing in this world will make me love you any less, okay?".

Henry grabbed Williams hand but Will quickly pulled it away. The two looked each other in the eyes. They both knew William wasn't gonna budge. Without a little help, that is.

"You better eat something", Henry said while putting food on a plate and handing it to William.

The plate was sat down on the table and William looked unimpressed. Henry felt unsure wether he could do it or not, but he would sure as hell try.

"Go on", Henry said while crossing his arms.

William looked down at the food again and poked it with a fork. He looked a bit disgusted. Henry knew what he needed to do.

"Are you saying my food is disgusting?", Henry asked harshly with a raised eyebrow as he watched William.

William panicked slightly at that and it was between himself and Henry. This panic went on for about ten seconds before William started to cry. He couldn't handle the pressure at that moment. He finally snapped and started to eat everything on the plate while crying. Henry found it kinda morbid. When William was done he just cried even harder into his hands.

"Hey, you did great!", Henry reassured William as he cried.

Soon William started to gag. Henry knew what was going on and he wasn't about to let Williams body refuse this. When he stood up to throw up Henry sat him down. William looked nervous but Henry wouldn't let him.

"H-Henry I can't-", William was cut off by Henry hugging him lightly.

William couldn't help but hug back, but he felt disgusting. He cried silently as he felt every single curve in his body. It hurt him mentally to be at this weight, but physically it was much better for him. And they both knew it was a temporary hurt and he would feel much better afterwards.

"You're beautiful", Henry whispered into Williams ear.

Henry himself had quite the dad bod (hot-) and honestly loved all of it. It was quite nice. He had looked much older than William because of Williams thinness. But now they looked about the same age, Henry a bit older because his glasses.

"I don't feel beautiful, Henry", William cried silently as he hugged Henry.

Henry shushed him and they stayed quiet for a little bit. William didn't appreciate Henry's work on his body, but he had no choice but to do what Henry said. It was either him or Henry, and he knew which he would pick.

"I love you", Henry smiled happily and landed a kiss on Williams head.