A/N~Just a little part that I thought off. I'm in no way normalising anorexia.

TW~Throwing up, purging, anorexia, swearing, one mention of steamy stuff.

Y/N'S POV

Jake and I hate each other. Our mothers our friends, so it meant that we had to get along. But we never have, even though I have a crush on him.

He always finds it easy to rile me up and make my day that bit worse, and it doesn't help that I deal with severe anorexia, causing me to purge a lot and not eat much food.

No one knows about it, and I'm going to make sure it stays that way.

"Y/N, come down here please!" My father calls out from the bottom of the stairs. I respond, then jog downstairs and into the kitchen where my parents are cooking dinner.

"Ah, there you are sweetie. Now the Webbers's have planned a ski trip and will be staying in a large cabin. They've invited us, and we accepted, meaning that you do have to share a room with Jake." My mother says, and I groan.

"Really? Jake?" I whine, and they nod. "Your bickering is childish. You two have to get on." My father says, and I groan again, before heading upstairs to pack my bag.

Time Skip

My alarm clock beeps loudly, waking me up from my peaceful sleep. I rub my eyes, stretching, before getting up and shutting off my alarm clock.

I get washed and dressed into my outfit to travel in which is just a hoodie and sweatpants since I want to sleep on the journey and I want to hide the fact that my ribs could be seen due to how skinny I am. But, I don't think I'm skinny enough like those models.

"Y/N, let's get going!" My mother says and I grab my bag, heading to the car.

I get in and my father starts the car, then begins the five hour drive to the cabin.

"Ughhh are we there yet?" I ask, my body sore from sitting in the same position for four hours.

"Yes sweetie, about fifteen minutes left." My mother says. Great, getting to see a cool winter cabin. Shit, I have to share a room with Jake.

When we finally arrive at the cabin, there's a car on the driveway, meaning the Webber's are already here. We grab our stuff, knocking on the door, and Jake's mother welcomes us in.

"Hey guys, come in, we're just making some hot chocolate, so you can go and unpack. The first master bedroom is yours...then Y/N, you're sharing the room with Jake on the first left." She says, and I nod heading up to the room.

When I reach the door, Jake is already standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he rolls his eyes.

"You know there's only one king sized bed inside?" He questions, and I drop my bag on the floor.

"What?" I exclaim, already mad about sharing a room let alone a bed.

"Oh they didn't tell you? That's a shame." He smirks, and I push past him, going into the room and setting my bag on the small couch inside as well as a pillow and blanket.

"What are you doing?" He asks, stepping into the room as well, confused as to why I'm 'setting up camp' on the couch.

"I'm sleeping here. I don't need your germs and diseases within three feet of me." I say, and he rolls his eyes again.

"You know if you keep rolling your eyes, they'll fall out if your head." He shakes his head, walking out of the room, due to our parents calling us about the hot chocolate.

We all sit down on the comfortable couches, fireplace lit, sipping delicious hot chocolate, as we all talk about the day to day life.

Jake obviously starts waffling about his YouTube and TikTok fame, making me zone out and not listen to what he's saying.

"Y/N?" Someone asks, and I snap out of my thoughts. "Hm?" I ask, seeing Jake smirking.

"Just saying about me hitting 10 million on YouTube." He brags, and I shake my head, but put on a fake smile, since his parents are in the room.

"Cool...oh well done." I say, and he smirks, knowing he's doing a good job if pissing me off and riling me up.

Our parents bring out some snacks, and I'm basically forced to eat it, due to them giving me a plate of it.

I hide my face of disgust and repulse at the thought of food, slowly eating it.

I eat around half, then make the excuse that travelling has made me awfully tired.

I stretch, my hoodie rising a bit, but I don't think anyone saw, except when I look around the room, Jake looks frozen in shock. He didn't see did he?

"I'm heading to bed, night everyone." I state, yawning and everyone, minus Jake obviously, replies with a "goodnight", before I get up and head to my room.

I shut the door, then go to the bathroom, shutting the door too and running the sink. I kneel in front of the toilet, sticking my fingers down my throat, purging all of the food I had consumed earlier.

I hear a knock, causing me to clean my hands and mouth.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Jakeasks, as I shut off the tap, opening the door.

"Using the toilet, then washing my hands. What did you think I was doing touching myself? Pervert." I mumble, walking past him and over to the couch.

"Look as much as I hate you I'm worried, you sure as hell weren't just 'washing your hands' and I don't want you sleeping on the couch as it's uncomfortable." He says, and I sit on the couch with a blanket and pillow.

"I'm fine. Night." I turn, facing the back of the couch, falling asleep.

Jake's POV

I watch as Y/N drifts of to sleep. God she's so stubborn. I sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard in just my sweatpants, scrolling through Instagram.

I think back to her lying about the bathroom situation. When she went up to bed, I followed after her to actually confess my feelings for her, but I heard vomiting. At first. I thought she was ill or something, but when she lied, I knew something was up.

Yes, I've been mean to her my whole life, but I do care and worry about her.

I search on my phone about her making herself throw up, and eating smaller portions, and most signs point to anorexia.

My heart stops, as my eyes drift to her asleep on the couch. Anorexia? Is it my fault? Have I been so cruel to her that it's made her feel this way?

I put my phone away, laying down trying to get some sleep, but I toss and turn for hours thinking about how much she must be hurting and neglecting herself.

I can't take it anymore, and I get up kneeling in front of the couch, gently shaking her shoulder.

Y/N'S POV

I wake up abruptly to my shoulder being shaken.

"Mm what?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes and turning to lay on my back, a bit annoyed at the fact that Jake has woken me up at 4am.

"You're shivering, please just get into bed. I promise I'll stay away and we can use pillows as some sort of barrier." He says, eyes filled with concern, a bit of frustration and something else that I couldn't point out.

I groaned, knowing he wouldn't let this go, and I was being a bit stubborn but due to my anorexia, I haven't got much body heat.

"Fine." I grumble, getting up from the couch and climbing into the bed, putting some pillows in the middle. I face away from him falling asleep again.

Time Skip

Its around 8am when I wake up again, warm and a bit more comfortable now in the bed.

I lay on my back, looking at the wooden ceiling, forgetting for a moment that my crush/enemy is laying a few feet away from me. I'm thankful he made me sleep in the bed, because I don't think I would've been in the mood to deal with a backache.

"Guys! Breakfast!" My father calls, and I get up, brushing my hair out, then throwing a pillow at Jake, which wakes him.

"Y/N...what the fuck?" Jake exclaims, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"Breakfast douchebag." I reply, before heading downstairs.

Jake's POV

I thought Y/N would've at least been a bit grateful for me letting her sleep in the bed last night, but I guess not.

I get ready for the day, then make my way into the dining room, saying good morning to everyone.

They all reply, except Y/N obviously, and then my mother and father brings out the breakfast, which is pancakes.

We get four pancakes each, with lots of toppings, and my mouth waters. However, when I look over at Y/N, she looks conflicted, only really eating small bites or pushing the food around her plate.

"Y/N, stop playing with your food please." Her father says, and she starts eating the pancakes properly, still showing a face of repulse.

Soon after, we all finish eating breakfast, and we're excused to do whatever around the cabin.

Y/N immediately gets up and heads to our room, making me follow her, my mind filled with awful thoughts and concern.

She shuts the door to the bathroom, then I hear retching, making me immediately rush into the bathroom.

And there she is, kneeling in front of the toilet, fingers down her throat, purging.

"Y/N, hey...stop, stop!" I take her wrists into my hands, stopping her actions, as she struggles against my hold.

"Jake! Let go of me!" She shouts, trying to pull her hands away from my own.

"Y/N, I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself anymore. I'm here for you even if you push me away." I say, pulling her into my lap, and she gives up, crying into me.

"Shh...let it out...I've got you." I whisper, rubbing her back, her body weak and trembling.

"Y-You did this to me!" She cries, and guilt fills me. I know I've been hard on her for so many years, but I never knew it made her feel like this.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it all back. I'm gonna change...for you, I'm gonna help you." I reply, and she nods into me, giving me some relief that's she's willing to let me help her.

I grab a towel and gently clean her hands and face, before picking her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I lay her down on the bed, then sit next to her, taking my hand into hers, slowly rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.

"I'm gonna be here for you, yeah?" She nods, accepting the fact that she needs help.

Y/N'S POV

I'm glad I haven't pushed Jake away again, and it's slowly sinks in that I need help and support before my anorexia gets worse.

"I'm gonna get a biscuit for you, what we can do is I'll split it in half and we can eat a half each. Does that sound okay?" He asks, but the thought of food disgusts me.

"Y/N, please...just try, okay? I'm gonna be with you the whole time." He speaks softly, and I nod, knowing this is the first step in the right direction.

He comes back with a small chocolate chip cookie and snaps it in half, handing me one of the halves.

Jake begins to eat his half, but I'm a bit hesitant. Slowly, but surely, I eat the half, finally have some food in my stomach for the first time in a while, and knowing that I don't have to throw it up later.

"I'm proud of you." He says and I blush a but, but nod, thankful for his help.

"You promise you'll stay and help?" I ask, a bit worried that he might think I'm a burden

"I promise I'll stay and help." He replies, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why do we hate each other?" I ask, leading Jake to look confused at me.

"I thought you never liked me so I made the feelings mutual." He states, causing me to look confused.

"I thought that you never liked me...that lead me to avoid you." I reply and we both laugh at how stupid we sound.

"I had a crush on you, you know?" I admit and he turns to me.

"Really? I did too." He says. "We were both playing hard to get." I joke, making us laugh.

"How about we start as friends, I'll help you heal, and maybe overtime we can see how we feel?" He suggests and I nod, accepting his offer.

"Let's do it then." I reply, causing him to initiate some sort of weird fistbump with me.

"Webber and Y/L/N against the world!" He exclaims, bumping his fist with mine, as I laugh loudly, excited for what the future holds for Jake and I.