𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼~𝗩𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘁𑁍

A/N~This was requested by HufflepuffJam, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Emetaphobia, vomiting and swearing.

Y/N'S POV

I woke up feeling like I was going to die. My stomach was churning like a washing machine, and my mouth felt like it was filled with sandpaper. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, and my heart was racing. I knew I had to get out of bed, but my body felt like lead. I forced myself to sit up, and then swung my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the ground. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. I was a mess.

I've struggled with emetaphobia for years now, the thought of throwing up spreads like a plague in my mind constantly. Nick has always been there for me, throughout the struggles of throwing up, to the aftermath of eating afterwards. I couldn't ask for a better best friend.

I slowly got out of bed, trying not to make any sudden movements that might trigger another wave of nausea. I made my way to Nick's room, hoping he would be awake. It was 6am, but Nick and his brothers were notorious for sleeping in late. I knocked on the door, hoping against hope that Nick would answer.

The door creaked open, and Nick's sleepy eyes looked up at me. "Y/N? what's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak croak. Nick's eyes snapped into focus, and he hurried over to me, concern etched on his face.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. "You're shaking like a leaf. Come in."

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I stumbled into Nick's room. He led me to his bed and sat down beside me, holding me close.

"Nick, I think I'm going to be sick," I whispered, feeling the bile rise up in my throat.

Nick's face turned serious, and he grabbed a bucket from under his bed. "Just get it out Y/N," he said softly. "It'll make you feel better."

I shook my head, feeling a wave of panic wash over me. But Nick's words were reassuring, and I knew he was right. I took a deep breath and let it all out.

I started to vomit violently, much to my dismay, and Nick held my hand tightly as I clung to the bucket between my legs. He rubbed my back gently as I continued vomiting. "You're okay Y/N, it'll be over soon." He whispered.

After five minutes of intense retching, it finally stopped, just as Nick said. I felt drained and exhausted, but also relieved that it was over.

I stood up with the bucket in my hand as Nick carefully gave me a tight hug. "You did it," he said proudly. "Now let's get you cleaned up."

I nodded weakly and followed Nick into the bathroom to clean up the mess. When we were finished, Nick led me back to his room where we sat on the bed together.

"I'm going to go get us some toast," he said gently. "It'll help you feel better."

I shook my head frantically. "No, no, no! I don't want to eat anything!"

But Nick crouched in front of me hand looked at me. "Trust me Y/N," he said. "It'll help you regain your strength." He stood up again, and left the room as I was left to overthink, thoughts swimming around my head.

He came back with a plate of toast cut into two pieces. My heart sank as I looked at it, but Nick encouraged me to take small bites. "This half is for you, and this one's for me." He said, handing me the half of toast. I managed to eat four bites before putting it down, "Nick, I can't eat anymore, please!" I pleaded as he nodded at me. He put the plate down and gave me another hug. "You did great," he said softly. "You don't have to eat anymore."

We sat in silence for a moment before Nick suggested we watch TV together. I nodded and collapsed onto the couch beside him.

As we watched TV, Matt and Chris woke up downstairs. They stumbled into the living room looking bleary-eyed and disheveled.

"Hey guys!" Chris called out lazily.

Nick waved at them without looking away from the TV screen. "Morning," he said quietly.

"You guys look like fucking cavemen!" I exclaimed as the two boys groaned and laughed, jumping on the couch with us.

And with that, we settled in for a lazy day of TV-watching and relaxation.