HEARTSTOPPER FANFIC: HAPPY ENDING

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~CHARLIE~

    Nick just left for Uni. The University of Leeds definitely deserves him, but don't I? No, that's selfish. I shouldn't be thinking about myself when Nick is trying to have fun and make friends right? I wish I could have gone with him. I mean I know I'm not going to University yet, but I could at least see the place? See if I approve of it before he spends a whole 3-5 years there. That's dumb. Like everything else I think and do in this world. Except for the fact that Nick is the greatest human being in the world. That thought I could get behind. Ohh, how I miss him. I miss the way he laughs at all my jokes, and the way his hair bobs up and down everytime he moves. Oh. I'm probably making myself depressed thinking about him.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
    Who's at the door? I start to slowly open the door. "Tori? Do you need something?"
"Yes" She says and holds out a plate of food in front of me.
"Umm... I'm not hungry right now." I say, and start to close the door.
"Charles."
"What?!" I snap back at her.
"You have to eat, and I have to make you eat." She Says. "Nick would want you to eat it."
"Fine, just give it to me, I'll eat it."
"Are you sure you won't just throw it out?"
"I promise I won't."
"Fine." She sets the plate on my left hand, which is outstretched in front of her. "I'll come back in 30 minutes. If your food isn't done I'll have to watch you eat it." She tells me, before leaving and closing the door. She won't check my bathroom garbage bin right? I walk to the bathroom and open the trash can, scraping my food into the bin with my fork. Maybe he left because he's sick of me. I take off my shirt and go over to the mirror. Wow. I can't even look at what I see. My stomach protrudes out of my stomach, about an inch. That's why he left. I just know it. He won't be mad if I do this right? He's not even here. He won't find out. I won't tell him, so he won't find out. I reach into the shower and grab my razor. I slowly apply pressure to the razor when it hits my skin, and shove a towel in my mouth to make sure I don't scream, or cry out. Tears rolled down my face because of the pain. I have never done my stomach before. I would usually do my legs or arms. But I deserve this. I drove Nick away with my excessive weight gain. I wish Tori didn't take my scale away, so I could see the probable twenty pounds that I've gained. Maybe that's why he didn't say 'I love you.' before he left. "Charles?" Tori calls in.
"Umm..." I panic.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just going to take a shower. I'll leave the plate at the door."
"Er, yeah, okay." I hear the door handle start to open.
"DON'T COME IN!!!"
"OKAY!!! Okay." She says back. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" I defend myself. "I'm going in the shower now, the plate is at the door." Then, I turn on the water from the shower, and step in so I can wash off the blood. It all pools down at my feet before it goes down the drain. I start to gag, and lean over to the open toilet and nearly miss when I throw up. Good. That'll definitely take away a few pounds. As I look back down to the shower I see that the patch on my stomach has started to scab up. How long have I been in here? I gingerly turn off the water and step out, grabbing a towel I used a few days ago. I quickly pat down my body, making sure to be gentle over the scabs that I have created. I throw on a shirt and some shorts, and start to head downstairs.