Zach's P.O.V: After the date we decided to watch the sunset. Just as I was about to get up and walk away, my boyfriend pulls me onto his lap and tells me that I've never looked so beautiful. And I swear my heart went fluttering out of my chest. I mean I was smiling like an idiot all the way back to our shared bedroom.
*15 minutes later*
"Zachy boo!" I hear Jack call me from downstairs. "Be there in a sec!" I call back. I get up and go to the bathroom and force myself to throw up. (A/N I made all of the boys the same age in this story. Daniel's the oldest, Zach's the second oldest, Jonah's the third oldest, Jack's the fourth oldest and Corbyn's the youngest. And also I made Zach anorexic and suicidal.) After that I brush my teeth and walk downstairs and into the kitchen where my lovely boyfriend is. "Jacky, I don't feel so well." I tell him while probably looking extremely pale. "Oh, Zachy it's ok. You just go lie back in bed and I'll be right up with some tissues, a blanket, a teddy bear, and some movies." I just nod so that way I'm not talking that much. As I'm walking back up the stairs I feel myself collapse on the third step.
*12 minutes later*
"Guys, shhhhhh!" "NO!" I hear what sounds like Jonah and Daniel arguing. As soon as I open my eyes, I see all four of my band mates do a double take. "OMG, Zach! You had us worried sick!" All of them exclaim in unison. "I..um..I'm suicidal. I'm also anorexic." I blurt out. Just as I say that they all lift up my sleeves and look at my scars. And they see the outline of my ribs.
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8 Letters: A Sad Why Don't We Fanfic (Completed)
FanfictieWarning: this story contains self-harm, depressing topics, etc. This story also contains some gay smut scenes. Story may contain some use of strong language.
