Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

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TW: inferred mentions of sexual assault, not too heavy and not at all detailed or graphic but it is mentioned in here slightly. I just didn't want it to catch anyone off guard and trigger anyone

WILL POV:
When we got home an hour later Nico immediately started to head up stairs. I followed him up and into his room.

"I want to be alone right now," he says trying to push me out the door.

"I don't think you should be alone right now Neeks," I say. "You've had a hard day."

He glares at me, "I'm fine. I want to be alone."

"No," I say firmly. "You don't have to talk to me, or even look at me. But I'm going to be in here with you."

"Can't you just fuck off?" he snaps at me.

"No," I say plainly pushing past him.

"Get the fuck out!"

"I'm not leaving you alone," I say. "You can ignore me and pretend I'm not here but I'm not leaving you alone."

"Jesus christ, are you still on about this weekend?"

"Yes, and I'm worried about you because of what happened today."

"You went through my damn room and found all my shit, what do think I'm gonna do?"

"Nico, I'm not leaving no matter what you say. So stop arguing."

He growls in frustration and tries to leave his room and hurry into mine. He isn't quite fast enough in slamming the door though before I shove my foot in the door to stop it. He tries to push it closed but I use my weight to push him back. He may be stronger than me but I'm still bigger and a lot heavier because of it.

"Nice try," I grimace as I step into my room and onto my foot that he had slammed in the door. "I'm not leaving you alone."

"Fuck off!" he yells at me. He tries to move around me but I block the door so he can't leave.

"Your either gonna stay in my room or your room, so pick one and sit down," I say firmly.

I didn't like having to be such an asshole right now to him, but I'd rather him be mad at me than leave him alone and find him dead.

Nico growls in frustration but goes over and plops down on my bed. I close my door and go and sit on the opposite side of him and open my phone. Within 20 minutes Nico has moved over so he is laying next to me with his head on my chest.

"Will?" he asks softly.

"Yes love?" I say putting my phone down next to me so he knows he's got my full attention.

"I made you a promise," he starts than stops abruptly like he can't bring himself to finish.

"About?" I prompt, trying to remember what he had promised me.

"I want to cut," he says so quietly I almost don't hear him. I remember him promising me he'd always tell me when he wanted to cut.

I wrap my arms around him tightly and hold him gently. "What are you thinking?" I ask him burying my nose in his hair, just trying to be close to him.

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Going back to Juvie," he sniffs. "I really can't go back there."

"Why are you so scared of going back?" I ask. "Besides the obvious reasons."

He gulps and tightens his hold on me. "I don't like talking about it," he says meekly.