Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

TWENTY-SEVEN

A/N: Chapters still gonna be a bit heavy, but nothing like the last one

NICO POV:
Will's mom called him and me out of school for the next two days, saying it was a "mental health break". Will didn't let me out of his sight once, not even to fucking piss. It was honestly really really fucking annoying, but I only complained a little bit because I knew it was because he was scared I would try something again. He had already had his mom throw out the broken razor in the neighbor's trash can so I couldn't get to it even if I managed to slip from him for a few minutes. He also had his mom hide all the kitchen knives.

Ever since Sunday morning he's been all lovey-dovey and cuddly, constantly kissing me and telling me how much he loves me. Normally it would annoy the hell out of me, but I understand it's just his response to what happened. He was scared to lose me, whether I understood why or not. I hadn't even tried to kill myself, but he didn't seem to believe that.

Monday afternoon Will's Mom came back from the store came into his room and handed him a bag.

"I got you a new razor," she says. "I'll let you hide it, I'll stay here with Nico."

"That's really not necessary," I tell her. "I think I can be trusted for three minutes not to cut myself."

Will tenses under me a bit before kissing my head and getting up. "I'm not taking any chances love."

I roll my eyes but say nothing as he goes to the bathroom leaving me alone with his Mom.

"How are you feeling?" she asks me.

"Better," I respond vaguely.

She nods, "That's good."

A few seconds later Will walks back into the room holding the razor in the packaging up to me.

"This has 4 blades, there was only three when I threw the other one away," he says accusingly.

I freeze a bit but quickly shake it off. "There was only three in the other one," I say calmly.

"This is the same razor," he says, "So I know you're lying."

"I'm not," I lie, feeling slightly guilty. "Maybe you miscounted, or dropped one."

"Don't sit there and lie to my face," Will says firmly. "Give me the other razor blade."

"I don't have it!" I snap back defensively.

"Nico," he demands. "Just give me the goddamn razor."

I didn't even notice Will's mom slip out of the room.

"I don't have it!" I repeat, though I can feel myself wilting under his gaze.

"So if I go through your room I won't find it?"

"No," I say confidently. One of my specialties is hiding shit where no one will find it.

"Nico," Will sighs. "Please don't make me do this, just give it to me. I'll find out eventually no matter what."

"I don't fucking have it!" I snap.

"C'mon," he says heading out. "I'm not leaving you alone in here."

I follow him back to my room and he starts digging through the side table. Then he looked under it, how he knew about people taping shit under tables I have no clue but I'm still not worried. He looks under the bed and pulls out a box that's full of cards and letters I had collected for years from my mom and sister before they died.

"You can look through that, but please be careful," I say. "They're from my Mom and sister."

He looks at me in surprise but gently looks through all the papers before putting the box back safely under the bed. He shines his phone's flashlight under it to be able to see better but of course, doesn't find anything. He lifts the mattress looks under there, and even feels around in the pillowcase. He moves on to the closet, opening all the boxes from the shelf, most of which aren't even mine, and looks through them. He checks in the pockets of all of my hoodies and shirts and inside my shoes. Then he moves to the dresser digs through the drawers looks in the pockets of all my pants, and checks my socks. He groans when he doesn't find anything.