One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

OCD

Matthew checked the faucet.

Good, he thought. Good. It's okay. You're okay. Everyone is fine. He stumbled back to his feet and went back to making cupcakes for the bake sale.

Cupcake mix. Eggs. Water. Oil. They were all there. And he could do this. Alone. He didn't need someone to help him anymore; he was seventeen, after all, and he was perfectly capable of mixing a few basic ingredients together--except he wasn't.

He wasn't at all. He was not ready for not only this, but living life on his own. Living life on his own meant that he technically could spend hours washing his hands. Or doing things in threes over and over. Or checking the faucet in the middle of wo--no.

No, no, no. Not now. Not today. Not ever. Off. Off. Off. Off.

He knew something like this was bound to happen eventually. Now he was facing it: he dropped an egg on the floor. And now it was on his hands. And the floor. And probably everywhere else by now, spreading whatever contaminants it held all over by way of pure will.

He dived into the sink's water. He needed it at this point. He deserved this. He deserved the freshness and cleanliness. The egg was taken care of now; it was in the trash where it belonged. He deserved it this time. Just this time. And then he wouldn't wash his hands for the rest of the day. Okay, unless there was a situation that required it. Like eggs. But he could still check the faucet.

Have I checked the faucet? Maybe. Maybe just one more time...

So he checked the faucet.

A/N: So welcome to my first attempt at flash fiction. Horrible? I know. Tell me how it was anyway? Also, I have questions:

1) Do you understand the thoughts? Do they make sense to you?

2) Do you think the thoughts progress the narrative well or shall I cut them?

3) Do you understand the ending? How does it make you feel?

4) Do you understand the narrative and its point as a whole?