How you get the girl

Chapter 2

TW; ED

Midnights perspective;

I woke up with the worst headache ever, and immediately buried my head under the doona to block out the light.

"Fuck my head hurts," I muttered. 1989 was passing by and she must have heard me because she stopped and poked her head in.

"Someone finally woke up," she teased, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

"What do you mean finally, its so early," I said, my head still under the covers.

"Midnights, it's literally lunchtime,"

"Shit," I squinted. "Really?" She pulled the covers off me and I groaned as the light hit my eyes, seemingly scorching through them into my skull.

"You look like a mess," She said. "How much did you drink last night?" She asked

"Uhm... A bit," I said, hoping she wouldn't notice the empty bottle of vodka the floor.

"Mhm, right, like that time you had 'a little bit' to drink and then threw up on the pavement on the way home from the bar?" I flipped her off and rolled over, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. For someone so small she's surprisingly strong. I bumped into her from the force of the pull, and I blushed. Fuck, what's wrong with me, I don't have feelings for 1989, do I? Of course not. Even if I did, there's no way she would ever like me back. Not that I do like her, that's ludicrous.

"Earth to midnights? I asked if you were hungry?"

"Shit sorry, uh, I'm alright for now. Have you eaten?"

"Um. Yes." She avoided eye contact with me

"You're crap at lying, y'know," I said. "Go eat"

"Fine, I haven't eaten. But I don't need to, you didn't eat breakfast either!"

"Mhm, when was the last time you ate," I know I was pressuring her, but I had been here before with her and I couldn't watch her go through that all over again, it was hard enough on her the first time. She didn't answer my question, giving me all the information I needed. "That's what I thought. Come, I'm making you lunch," I grabbed her hand and dragged her downstairs, ignoring her protests and leading her to the kitchen.
I made a sandwich for both of us, and I made something that I knew she liked because I didn't want to overwhelm her.

We were both sat down, and I started on mine, looking at her encouragingly.

"What's wrong Nine?" I asked softly, noticing her seeming agitated, fidgeting and biting her lip.

"Midnights I-I don't think I can," She said, staring at her plate with a single tear dripping down her cheek. I reached over the bench and wiped it away for her.

"Hey, it's ok, take your time. There's no pressure, how about you just try for a couple bites? If you want I can make something else," I offered, holding her hands from across the table.

"It's ok, thank you for helping me," She faintly smiled at me as I let go of her hands and started at my own sandwich. She took a few tentative bites and looked to be enjoying it, so I encouraged her. "Good job, you're doing amazing,"

When she finished the first half I asked if she wanted to try for the second and she nodded hesitantly. She managed to get most of the way through, but I noticed the colour slowly draining more and more from her face. I squeezed her hand gently as both a reminder to keep going and a form of comfort. She looked at me, appearing on the verge of tears. 

Every time we went through this my heart broke a little bit more for her; I felt so terrible that she didn't see her own beauty, and that it had become such a habit for her to not eat that every meal was a struggle. Obviously I was going to be there for her whenever and wherever she needed me, I would jump across a fucking pit of snakes for her, she was my best friend.