Steddie :)

9.Eddie TW ED AND MENTIONS OF BAD MENTAL HEALTH

Steve and I slip out of the shower.
  "I'm coming one moment!" Steve yells at whoever is on the other side of the door.

Steve throws on a teeshirt and walks to the door.

"Hey thanks, for the pizza."
  "No problem dude."

Steve comes back into the room with the pizza.

As we're eating pizza and watching movies a thought slips into my head. "I shouldn't be eating this. I've already eaten too much." I stop eating the pizza and slide the plate aside.

"Ed's? Are you okay?" Steve whispered to me.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay,you don't need to worry." I reassured him.

"oh okay."

Steve went quiet.

I slowly got up and went to the bathroom.

The more I look in the mirror the more my smile fades.

"DAMNIT." I whisper shout, just loud enough so that Steve couldn't hear me.

I begin to slump down, onto the floor, my knees up against my stomach.

My mind begins throwing rumors at me.

"There's no way that Steve would love you, you fag."
"Maybe Steve's only with you just to fuck you."
"You're so ugly."

I look over at the shower and all the moments from just a little bit ago rush back to me. It's not that I didn't remember them, I did. It's just it was like I was re living them. In a way.

I hear Steve walking over to the door. I quickly stand up and wipe my tears.

"EDDIE. ARE YOU OKAY?"Steve yelled through the door.

"I'm fine I promise! I'm just feeling a little sick that's all." I lie

"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure."

I open the door, and there he is. Steve Harrington. I give him a hug and we get back on the bed.

"can we just cuddle?" I ask him
"Of course."

As I lay my head on Steve Harringtons chest. I feel as if my problems had suddenly disappeared.
I felt Steve Mess with my hair. And it was kinda soothing. Then he gave me a kiss on the forehead. And then I'm guessing he fell asleep.

I took a deep breath in and out and tried to sleep. I just couldn't.

i ended up not sleeping that entire night. Steve had slept peacefully I think.

the sun shine slightly shimmering through the slightly see through curtains, made my now sore eyes burn.

Steve's eyes begin to flutter.

"Good morning sleepy head." I say to my boyfriend
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" He said back to me.

"Oh yes definitely, did you?" I lie.

I think I'd feel bad if I told Steve about how I'm feeling. And I don't know why I suddenly feel this way. I mean sure I haven't had the greatest relationship with food but like who does?

"I slept awesome. You're a great cuddler Eddie."
"Awh. Thank you." I say as a blush just a little bit.

The day went by pretty fast. We mainly just spent the day roaming around. Going to a few shoppes here and there.

🫶🏻time skip to Friday morning.🫶🏻

I wake up with a bad  headache.
I didn't eat much yesterday. I don't think Steve noticed that much, not that he didn't care it just kinda slipped through both of our minds.

"hey Eddie?"

"Yea Steve?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

" yeah I guess so, I've just been feeling a bit nauseous."

"hey, it'll be alright. I'm going to pack up everything and put it in the car. And then we can go eat breakfast. And I'll take you home and I'll take care of you." Steve said while caressing my cheek

"I'll be right back."

Steve got up and started putting things together. He went into the bathroom and I could hear him whisper to himself, he seemed upset,was it at me though?

I get up, and walk out to the little back porch that our condo had, and sat down in one of the folding chairs.

After everything with Chrissy, and all the upside down things I began to have nightmares and began to just let go of myself and completely forgot about my mental health.

I see Steve walk out of the sliding glass door and walks up next to me.

"Everything is ready to go, I'm ready when you are."

"I'll be out in a minute."

I take a deep breath in and out.

I get up out of the chair and walk to the door and throughout the condo. To the front door, Steve's already waiting in the car.

I open the passenger side door and get in.

  Steve immediately grabs my hand, after I had already buckled up and settled in.

"If you're tired I can lay the seats down and get you a blanket so you can sleep."

"You're very sweet Steve, but I'm fine. Thank you though."

Steve and I pull into a milkshake bar. And decided on that for breakfast. It was quick and easy and would hold us until we got home.

Steve got a strawberry banana milkshake In a medium, and I got a plain  strawberry smoothie in a small.

I didn't drink much of it to be honest. I was too sick to drink it, or to merely even think

We had been on the road for maybe 30 40 ish minutes and I got extremely tired, Steve had pulled over to get some gas, and he let the backseats down and he already had a pillow and a comforter. So he went in and bought a throw blanket and some sprite if I needed them.

Steve had the poofy comforter covering the seats so that it would be comfortable and then put the pillow up against the back driver side door. And then I crawled into the back and he tucked me in.

I slept the most of the way back home. Waking up here and there. Mainly to throw up. Although I don't know what made me sick. Whatever it was wasn't good.