Bygone

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖

[𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: '𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥' 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕕𝕪𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕒]

Blair sat at the kitchen table, feet kicking back and forth as he munched cutely on his coco pops.

"You're eating again?" Sang scoffed at him as she entered the kitchen. Blair stopped his chewing and looked down at the cereal in his bowl.

"Should I not be?" He asked innocently and turned his head to the side in question.

"You're starting to look a little chubby. I'm just looking out for you, you know that." Blair frowned and slowly pushed the bowl of chocolatey goodness to the side.

"I am?" He whimpered sadly.

"Yes. Especially in your stomach and thighs." Blair looked down at his stomach. Sure, he didn't have a killer body with abs and extreme muscles, but he hadn't thought he was fat.

"Oh." He sniffled. "Thank you for telling me." He muttered before getting up from the table and making his way up the staircase.

"Blair? Where are you going? Have you finished breakfast?" Nathan stood at the bottom of the stairs, hand on his muscular hip whilst looking up at him.

"Not hungry anymore." He murmured and Nathan frowned. "Maybe so, but breakfast is important. Come on, I'll make something for you." Blair stared at him, before shaking his head and continuing up the stairs.

"Blair, I won't say it again. Come and eat breakfast." Nathan folded his arms, muscles bulging across his arms as they rested against his chest. "Just forget it already, Nathan," Blair whispered as he reached the top.

Nathan walked into the kitchen, shaking his head and glanced at Sang. "Have you eaten?" He asked her and she gave him a shake of the head. "Whose bowl is that?" He asked, noticing the practically full bowl of cereal.

"Blair's. It's unbelievable that he's nineteen and can't even wash up a single bowl." She retorted, squinting her eyes as she thought of him as an annoyance.

He frowned. Blair never acted like this. He always finished his food, no matter if it was good or bad as he didn't want to waste anything, and then he'd clean up. Even when no one asked him to, he'd clean everywhere.

"Ask Luke or North to make you breakfast. I need to check on something?" Nathan quickly made his way upstairs and walked into Blair's unbelievably cold room.

"Oh, my gods, Blair. You need to keep this door shut in the winter. Otherwise, you'll get sick." He muttered, walking across the room and gently closing his balcony doors.

Nathan turned around and saw Blair zoned out, looking at the corner of his room. He deflated. He walked over to the bed, pulling the multiple blankets over Blair and tucking him in tightly.

"There we go, now you won't freeze!" Nathan said with a smile but it dropped when Blair turned the other way. He made his way onto the other side of the bed and sat down on the edge.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Otherwise, I can't help you and I want to help you, Blair. It's not nice to see you upset like this." Blair smiled but it was wobbly. "I'm okay." Blair tried to convince him, but the waver in his voice wasn't fooling anyone.

"I just want to sleep, Nathan." Nathan nodded and played with Blair's soft hair. "Okay, but you need to eat a bigger dinner than usual. I'll mention it to North and he can get everything sorted for you." Nathan pressed a kiss to his cheek before he stood up from the bed and walked out of the room.

Blair sighed and rubbed his teary eyes. His stomach hurt at the thought of having to eat more food. If he could manage to go out whilst dinner was taking place, he could convince his lovers that he did eat.