Meeting and Falling for Caspar Lee. (Caspar Lee Fan Fiction)

The Truth

You sat up in bed and began to contemplate what you had heard yesterday. Caspar was ill. He didn’t want to tell you. He was jealous of josh. He wanted you to go home, to see your family. He wanted you to be happy. He wanted you to forget Ben. One thing was clear to you. No matter how much you tried, you simply couldn’t forget Ben. You had no idea why. After all the pain and troubles he had caused you, why was it so hard to let him go? You’re head hurt thinking about everything, and you eventually got up and headed to the bathroom. You looked at your tired face in the mirror. You thought back to the moment when you woke up.

You woke up to Caspar asleep next to you. He looked tired, worn, drained even.

But not ill.

 

Never ill.

It was then it hit you. Caspar never usually looked tired. He was always wide awake, even when you glanced at him in bed, back in London, he never looked tired. You were just so used to seeing your own tired face that it seemed to fit perfectly on someone else. Caspar wasn’t tired. He was ill. Your stomach flipped as the realisation hit you. Caspar was ill? You sank to your knees in thought. How ill? What was wrong with him? It must have been pretty serious to hide from you. But how serious? You composed yourself and got back up. You opened the cupboard in search of a bobble. When you had found it you tied your hair back in a quick bun. Just before you closed the door, something caught your eye. You reached to the back of the cupboard and pulled out a palm sized brown bottle, full to the top with pills. You looked at the label, there was no detail. It just said Caspar’s name and ‘OXYCODONE AND ACETAMINOPHEN’. You had no idea what that meant, but it didn’t sound good.

Just left the bathroom as you found it and returned to the bedroom, where Caspar was awake and sitting up. He gave you a smile, and patted the space next to him. You sat down with him and leaned into his shoulder. It was strange, because nothing seemed wrong with him apart from the tiredness that had crept over his usually wide awake face. You decided to ask.

“Caspar, yesterday on the coach, after I fell asleep, I woke up and heard you and Em talking about something…” you hesitated. Caspar's face dropped, but he let you continue. “She said that you were…ill? I, I don’t know, I just needed to hear you say that you aren’t, Caspar. Please? I heard you talking as well, the other day. Em was saying how you needed to tell me something. Caspar, are you ill?” you managed to get the words out but you didn’t know how. You blinked and a few tears ran down your cheeks. Caspar held your face in his hands, wiping the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m fine” he managed to get out, “you don’t need to worry about me” he said, shakily, staring straight into your eyes. You shook your head, knowing the truth anyway. “Caspar… is it serious?” you whispered, barely able to make a sound. Caspar stayed still, and moved his hands away from your face. He was avoiding eye contact with you. “CASPAR?!” you pleaded. He put his head in his hands, before eventually, looking back at you. His eyes were glazed over. “______, please don’t think too much into it. I’m getting help, that’s all you need to know.”

And with that, Caspar got up and left the bedroom. You collapsed back onto the bed and sobbed into the pillows. You now knew the truth. Caspar was ill.

But with what?

A/N:

I am not an expert in illnesses, so PLEASE excuse me if my facts are wrong, I did do some research but I'm not a doctor!

I did try to upload this chapter yesterday, but Wattpad wouldn't let me, so here it is! Sorry it's late!!

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