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Trigger warning! About mental problems.

Finn knocked on the door lightly.

'Go away,' he heard a shrill British accent say through the door.

He sighed and opened the door, coming into her room. He looked around; there were candles and a record player and soft silk sheets on the bed. She's really gone all out.

He glanced at the floor by the bed and saw Millie sobbing her eyes out. She had her knees blended underneath her and her slip dress was crinkled. It looked like she was struggling to breathe. Finn made his way over to her and sat on the floor next to her.

Millie looked up, confused.

'Finn?'

'Yeah it's me don't get too excited,' he grinned as he sat down next to her, the fabric of his suit rising as he did so.

She sniffed sadly. Finn placed his hand on the small of her back and rubbed it, he could feel her bones. She was awfully thin. That was probably due to her mother always telling her not to eat certain things. Also Wyatt had mentioned a while back that Millie struggled with an eating disorder, since her dad had left her mom for another woman. Finn knew it was a sensitive topic so he never asked more.

'You okay?' He asked softly, dropping his cocky act after seeing how upset she was.

'I know you know what happened Finn.' Millie looked at him through her teary eyes, 'I wish you'd told me. It would've saved me a year of embarrassment.'

Finn looked at the ceiling. 'I couldn't. He's my best friend and although he's a dick, he's still my best friend.'

'I get it. It's not your fault, loyalties right?' She smirked, whilst wiping her eyes.

He nodded sadly.

'Mills? Has.... it....er come back?' He said thinking of the disorder that Wyatt had mentioned. Finn knew she had been in the bathroom for a while.

'What come back?'

'Your....er......condition..' Finn stuttered.

Millie caught on and her eyes filled with tears. She looked at him angrily for being invasive.

'It's none of your business,' she spat

'Millie.... please,'

'Look it's not Wyatt's fault,' she whispered

'So that means it's back?'

Millie looked straight ahead and said nothing. Finn took that as a yes. He was worried about her, it was a serious condition.

'Okay. Millie I think you should go to bed now.' He said his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

He scooped up Millie's small and fragile body and placed her on her silk sheets, tucking her underneath them.

'The player Finn Wolfhard being caring. Never thought I'd live to see this day.' She chuckled.

He smiled and turned to exit her room. Her small hand grabbed his arm and he turned quickly.

'Stay,' she murmured.

Finn thought about this. Finn was in fact a 'player' he had slept with many girls. Both Maddie and Lilia, even Millie's arch nemesis Iris whom he had lost his virginity to,and many other nameless girls. It repulsed Millie but he had never tried anything with her, perhaps because she had always been Wyatt's. However Millie was now vulnerable, asking him to stay and an hour ago had been desperate to lose her virginity. But something inside him stopped him. He could have had her. But there was some respect or protective feeling he had towards her.

He looked at Millie's slim figure under the sheets and decided to get into bed alongside her. He left a large space between the two of them.

'Mills I'm hungry, do you want something to eat?'

'Finn, I know that's just a plot to get me to eat something......but no thanks I'm fine.'

'Are you sure becau-'

'Finn! I'm fine!'

Silence.

'Millie please eat something,'

She just groaned loudly. Finn decided to stop pushing her on it.

They lay in silence for a few minutes until Millie moved backwards and placed her bony back against his chest. She then took his arms and put them around her waist and snuggled her head under his chin.

'Jeez Finn relax, I'm just cuddling you.'

He laughed lightly,

'Don't worry,' she said 'tomorrow we can forget about this and you can go back to being a cocky piece of shit, but right now.... can you just hold me?'

Finn whispered 'yes' and tightened his grip around her small waist. He pressed his nose against her hair taking her scent in and eventually fell asleep.

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