Boy In The Hellfire Shirt

That One Saturday

hey everyone! how are you all? i hope you're all doing amazing!!! i hope your taking care of yourselves. make sure to drink water and eat <33
i love you! <3

this chapter should be pretty average sized honestly, but maybe not idk.

this chapter will include topics such as:
- expl!cit language
- fluff
- eating d!s0rder mentions
that's all!

i hope you all enjoy! take care of yourselves <3

- hannah <333
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November 18, 1986
( y/n's POV )

I woke up in my room, staring up at the ceiling. I looked over to see Eddie asleep. I realized we were holding hands. I didn't wanna move because I knew i'd wake him up.

I had a splitting headache, I felt nauseous, and I felt dizzy. I didn't have to be a genius to realize I got drunk last night. I don't even remember coming home. God I must have been blacked-out.

I deeply sighed, knowing Eddie was probably upset with me. I felt horrible, I promised him I wouldn't get drunk. I slammed my head into my pillow.

Suddenly, I felt something coming up my throat. Vomit. I didn't want to wake Eddie up, but I wasn't gonna throw up all over my bed. I ran into my bathroom, not even caring about if he woke up.

I ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet. I was spewing my guts out into the toilet. I must have been spilling my whole insides into the water.

I heard Eddie get up and rush over to the bathroom. He immediately got in there and pulled my hair back. "Y/n are you alright?" he said concerned.

"Y-yeah. I'm alright." I said after I finished throwing up. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my mouth off. "You should go lay back down. I'll go get you some bottled water." Eddie said as he walked away. "Okay." I said while exhaling.

I stood up, Eddie helped me to my bed. I laid back down, putting a movie on the TV. Eddie walked back into my room, handing me the water bottle and placing some pills on my nightstand.

"Small sips." he said watching me. I started sipping the water. I took the pills and swallowed them, feeling them glide down my throat. It was good to know the headache would be gone in a matter of time.

Eddie went to the other side of my bed and sat down. He was zoning out, he looked worried, like something was on his mind. "Hey, Munson. Are you alright?" I asked. "Hm?" he questioned, then turning his head over to me.

"Oh, yeah i'm alright." he quickly responded, but he still didn't look right. Something was up, and I knew it. "Nope. Something's wrong Eddie. I know it. Come here." I said. I then grabbed him and laid his head on top of me.

"What's wrong Eddie?" I asked concerned. He sat up facing me. "It's about last night, at the party." he said. "Oh, if this is about me getting drunk, i'm so sorry Eddie, that was real-" I said before he interrupted me. "It's not about you getting drunk." Eddie said.

"When you were drunk last night, Jason w-was touching you. I saw you two and came to pick you up. As I was walking away, he said he wasn't surprised I was trying to fuck you, and he called you a slut." Eddie said, his brown doe eyes looking at me. I just stared back at him, a shocked look, a single tear rolling down my face.

He looked up and saw me, he cupped my face. He took his thumb and wiped the tear away. I just sat there with a sad look.

"Hey uh, why don't we go do something? It can get your mind of things, yeah?" Eddie asked. I smiled and nodded at him. He got up quickly and put his hand out for me to get up.