Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Fifty One

(Author's Note: Hi angels! I'm not really sure I want to keep this fic going or not, so let me know what you guys think!)

(Richie's POV)

I was beyond happy, for the first time in months, three months to be exact. Every moment seeing Eddie made every tear and pound gained worth it. I had gained fifteen pounds, and even though it did not seem like much, it felt like a ton to me. It was hard getting used to, too, because I was so comfortable being skinny. I was lanky, always was and always will be, but it's different when you can see your bones in places you wouldn't normally. I didn't just have a good metabolism, was going through puberty, or was naturally skinny. Those were lies I told to cover it all up, and people didn't bat an eye. I think Eds was the only one who ever noticed my progress into becoming a skeleton. Maybe it was because we were so close and had so much physical contact, or maybe it was because he truly cared about me and could sense when something was going wrong.

Either way, I was okay. I wasn't better, or magically free of all eating disorders immediately. I was better than I was, and that's all that mattered. My doctor told me to repeat that to myself every day. It was a process I was willing to endure and suffer for. My prize was beyond worth it. Seeing Eddie smile, being able to kiss him, having him be free of worry and stress regarding me, it all made everything worth it. 

On the way home from the airport, I clung to him like glue. We were in the backseat. My parents asked me questions every few minutes, as if they actually cared about all that I went through. I told them once before, and I stand by that, the one and only person I did that for was Eddie. I would do it again, too. I rest my head on his shoulder. I took note of how we remained the same couple, even now. He grew taller and I grew taller at the same rate. Our height difference remained as impeccable as ever. I was glad I could still pick him up. I felt so weak, with all the training they had made me do, and the new diet that was being pushed upon me. 

"What do you want for dinner, Richard?" my dad asked. I hated it so much when they called me Richard. I didn't care if it was my real name. I liked Richie more, especially because of how cute the words sounded coming from Eddie's lips.

Eddie looked at me concerned. I smiled at him. He was worried about what I was thinking. That was the old me, who would feel bad about his weight and second guess every meal put in front of me. I actually craved food now, healthy food, but food. 

"Spaghetti?" I asked. 

Normally, I would never go for such a carbohydrate-rich meal, but in the right serving size and paired with a nice marinara sauce, I thought it sounded quite delicious. 

Everyone looked at me shocked, but I hated that. I knew that the attention of not eating and losing weight would be tenfold when I did eat. I wanted them to think of me as normal.

"Spaghetti it is, then," my dad said.

I nodded. Eddie was wrapped around my arm and clearly very sleepy. "Do you want to take a nap, or something, Eds?" I whispered down at him.

He nodded and yawned. "Okay, we'll build a blanket fort when we get home," I replied. He smiled with his eyes pressed shut and nuzzled into my side. 

I smiled at him. Everything was going to be good now. I just knew it.