Nico di Angelo One-shots

Anorexic Nico

Solangelo

"Will, I'm not hungry!" I growl.

"You need to eat, Neeks! It's important for you to, you know, survive!" Will retorts.

"Just trust me, okay?!"

"I do, but you need to trust me too! I'm your doctor!"

"Will!" I growl again. I huff, slumping into my chair.

"Please just eat, Nico."

My eyes snap up at him, infuriated. "You know what? Fine. Fine."

See, the thing about me is, I'd sacrifice my entire being to prove a point, or to prove I'm right when I know I am (I'm not always right though, and I promise I'm not suicidal, okay?). Here I go, doing it again.

I take a bite of the plate of vegetables he gave me. I then took a bite of the meat. I then took a sip of milk, which I knew would end it all for me.

"There." I push the dishes away.

"Thank you." Will grabbed my hand. However, I pulled away; not because I was angry, but because I needed something to keep me study.

I bent over the floor from my chair and regurgitated the food I just hate. Will rushed over and put a hand on my back, pulling back my long hair that framed my head. I heaved, clenching my stomach until it was over.

"Nico...-"

"Freak off, Will." I push him aside and shakily walk to the other room of our apartment.

I sit on our couch, angrily staring at the floor. This is what he gets for not trusting me. I think me, of all people, would know my own health.

Will enters the room, walks towards me and sits next to me on our couch. He hugs me, tight, but I keep my arms folded.

"Why didn't you tell me, Nico?" he asks softly, genuinely concerned.

I shrugged, "It's embarrassing. And it makes me angry."

"Neeks, this is important. You can always talk to me, and I'll do my best to make you feel better."

With my anger gone, I lean my head against him, "I know, Will. Thank you."

He kissed my nose, "I love you."

I nod, "Love you, too."