Heartstopper Fanfic

Obsessions & More

I, Charlie Spring, have an obsessive compulsive disorder.

Otherwise known as, OCD.

It was bad at first, but slowly got better. But then my other mental health issues came in hand.

Everything went crashing down.

Saturday Morning: 11:08am.

I woke up later than usual, but it's a Saturday, it's fine. I got up and dragged myself down to the kitchen, but before I could get to the kitchen I felt a sudden urge. The sudden urge to throw up.

I raced to the bathroom and puked in the toilet. I kept gagging after I finished throwing up, but luckily my older sibling, Victoria, raced in and pulled me away from the toilet.

Am I sick again? Do I need to go back to the hospital?

"Charlie! Are you okay? You're burning up.", She says as she feels my forehead and neck.

I start to breathe heavily and start to shake a little. Victoria leaves the bathroom and comes back with my medications and a glass of water. I quickly take them and my breathing starts to go back to normal.

My sister leads me up to my bedroom and gives me a new shirt to put on and turns on the air conditioner. She calls my Mum and she says she'll be home late tonight, and to order in some soups and cough syrup as it's probably a light cold.

My sister calls it in and leaves me in my room to rest. But I don't rest. I overthink instead.

I've been following my meal plan for almost half a year now, I've been taking my medication too. What have I done wrong to make me throw up?

Thoughts start to go through my head at lightning speed. I thought I was recovering?

Is it because I'm not organized enough? Will that help? What if I meal plan better, make my meals more complex? But I would need to organize my area to make it easier, wouldn't I?

I fall asleep while crying, I'm soaked by the time I wake up.

'3:27pm' my alarm reads.

I groan as I wake up, I'm drenched in sweat. I go over to my bathroom, almost crawling there. I splash my face with water and comb my fingers through my hair. I decide to change my shirt, as it is drenched in sweat. I changed into a more baggy shirt, attempting to mask my skinny body.

I throw myself onto my bed and check my phone. I have a message from my group chat and a message from Nick.

I only open Nicks.

-Hey Char, I heard you're not feeling well. I'll come around yours at 3pm to stay with you.

Fuck, it's already 3:40.

I run down the stairs and go to the common room. Nick is sitting there with my siblings watching Thomas the Train. I sigh and look at Nick. He smiles at me and I walk over to Nick and drop my body in the arms.

"Hey Char", Nicks mumbles.

"Hey", I respond with.

My body is so much smaller compared to Nicks, I look more.....feminine. I hold my stomach and start to sniffle. Nick notices and he holds me tighter. I suddenly jumped out of his arms.

"I don't feel well, do you have medicine?", I say as I look at Victoria.

"We have to go pick it up around 7 pm from the pharmacy. I was going to go with Oliver and leave Nick to care for you. He's just chilling with us until then.", She responds.