IF I NEEDED SOMEONE - a ben hardy fic

THREE:

chapter three : run ins : 

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The next few days that followed felt empty and made no progress to his life.

He wasn't sure if he was going backward, motivation was out of the question at this point. 

It had been five days since his early morning run-in with the neighbour, now he sat stuck to the dark leather lounge. The heat was standing its ground, he wasn't sure how to fight back. If he attempted to sit up from his comfortable position, he was sure that he would have to peel away from the lounge. 

"Ben, you haven't moved all morning," His mother noted as she walked through the lounge room and into the kitchen.

He didn't need reminding of this fact. He knew quite well what was going on. He was fine with it, or so he thought.

"I'm aware," He called back.

"It isn't healthy," She could be heard faintly, she was no longer in the kitchen. He wasn't sure where she was anymore, she moved far too fast for him to keep up to date.

"Yet again, I'm aware." He muttered to himself. 

A deep sigh left him as he sunk further into the large lounge. He was lacking life and it was lessening every day.

He thought to himself that perhaps he should move, try to get something out the day. Yet, nothing.

Blank. Nothing was running through his head. He had reached boredom beyond emotion and feeling. 

"Fuck it," He mumbled, scared of his mother hearing. While he was an adult, he didn't need a whack on the back of the head.

He felt like he was pushing a truck all alone. That was how it felt trying to push himself out of that seat. While the seat wasn't the coldest, the heat didn't make him want to move in the slightest.

The moment his feet and weight reached the ground he felt the temptation to sink into the floor. Too much heat. Too much stress.

He patted his back pockets, he felt his wallet and phone safely secured. Another quick pat was sent to his front right pocket, his keys sat safely secure as well.

He needed to get out of here. The air had begun to disappear and it was making an impact on his breathing.

Fresh air was something he craved.

"I'm going out," He raised his voice, he hoped that someone heard him.

After he had taken a few steps his mother suddenly appeared at the doorway into the kitchen.

"Really? That's good, you need some fresh air." She watched him walk slowly across the living space. 

His walking pattern fitted the description of how a zombie would walk. He had zero motivation, he wasn't sure what was propelling him to keep walking.

"I know," He wasn't really sure how to reply to his mother.

"Maybe you could grab some groceries while you're out?" This wasn't a suggestion or a question, she was going to force him to.

"Maybe," She took that as a yes.

"Good, here's the list, aim to be home before your father gets back from nan's. Okay?"

His mother passed him 300 dollars in cash and a shopping list, it seemed as though she was prepared for this event. A quick glance at the list made Ben's stomach flip. A full page's worth of items sat on the list, an unfortunate bonus occurred. It was double-sided.