There's No Such Thing As Too Young

Love was something I was never capable of.

I find it hard to show people how I really feel.

It's easier to keep my feelings to myself, because they get out of control.

I've been self harming since I was Twelve, so that's Four years.

I've also been struggling with my eating for the last few months.

I was too big.

Nobody ever called me fat.

Infact, I get called anorexic.

I'm Five feet Nine, and I have extremely long limbs.

The fact that people call me anorexic, just make me feel worse.

Maybe I should take it as a compliment, but I don't.

I feel like they're mocking me, and I know I'm huge.

Nobody needs to tell me.

I fought of the thoughts as I jogged down the street, my ponytail bobbing with each step.

I'd been running for around an hour, and I was starting to feel the effects of not eating for Two days.

I was so tired by now, and I eventually pulled over to a bench, sitting down and attempting to stop my head from spinning.

I placed my head between my knees, but the spinning didn't stop as I closed my eyes.

I'm fairly certain I'm going to pass out.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Someone asked, I heard their footsteps heading towards me in a rush.

"No." I whispered, keeping my head down.

The person crouched down in front of me, looking up,

"Wait, I know you." I opened my eyes, meeting those of none others than Mike's.

"I'm fine." I grumbled, standing up.

As soon as I was stood up straight, I immediately swayed.

"Woah, you're not fine." Mike said, gripping onto my elbow.

I didn't protest as he kept me steady, infact, I was grateful because the dizziness finally dissapeared.

"Thanks." I mumbled, pulling away embarrassed.

I started to walk away, but the thin body of Mike stepped in my way.

I jumped, startled.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned tone, his eyebrows knitted together.

"I just told you I was." I replied in an attitude, rather annoyed.

"Chill out, I'm just asking." He said in defense, holding his hands up.

I rolled my eyes and walked around him, only to be stopped again.

"What do you want?!" I almost yelled, my voice raising.

"To help, you dont look very well, you look like you're gonna pass out any second."

"Whatever." I grumbled, pulling on my hoodie sleeves.

"Can I atleast take you to get a coffee?" He asked softly.

"I don't like coffee."

"Tea then?" He laughed, and I nodded slowly.

Mike started walking at a pace that matched mine, and I kept my eyes glued to the floor.

"Why were you where I was today?" I asked Mike, avoiding his eyes.

"I was on my way to see my brother, I wasn't stalking you, dont worry." He chuckled, and I actually did too.

"Good."

"Is here okay?" Mike asked, stopping infront of a small, homely Cafè.

"Yeah." I nodded, he opened the door for me, and motioned for me to walk inside.

"What would you like?" He asked, looking into my eyes.

"Black tea, please." I said quietly, he nodded and walked to the counter.

I sat down at a seat in the corner, next to the window.

I loved watching the world go by.

"Here." Mike said, placing a mug infront of me.

"Thank you." I muttered, watching as he sat opposite me.

"I know you probably dont want to tell me, and I completely respect that. But why were you about to pass out earlier? And don't say because you'd been running, I will not believe that." Mike stated, stirring his coffee.

"You're right, I don't want to tell you." I stated flatly, resting my head on my hand and turning away.

"I'm not stupid you know?"

"Oh yeah?" I asked, scoffing.

"You haven't eaten for a few days, I can tell." Mike simply said, making me tense up.

"You're wrong."

"You don't have to lie to me." Mike whispered, leaning forward.

"I'm not lying to you, I just don't understand why you're asking me this." I whispered harshly.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen." I saw his eyes widen for a second, before he composed himself.

"That young? You look about Nineteen or Twenty." Mike said.

"You can leave if you're uncomfortable." I stated, turning away again.

"It's fine, I'm used to talking to teenage girls." Mike said, making me widen my eyes and turn back.

"What?" I asked, my jaw slack.

"No, no! I don't mean like that! I'm in a band, alot of our fans are young." He defended, making me relax.

"What band?" I asked curiously, wanting to know.

"Pierce The Veil."

My breath caught in my throat.

Holy shit, I knew I recognised him!

He was always getting posted on my Tumblr dashboard, along with his band!

"Right." I said calmly, trying not to freak out.

I had never listened to them before, but they were so popular.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you know me, are you a fan?" Mike asked, intrigued.

"I've heard of you, but I've personally never listened to your music."

"You should, you might like us." He smirked, his brown eyes boring into mine.

"Don't be cocky, it's not attractive." I said, sipping my black tea.

"Your tea looks vile, why don't you have milk or sugar?" Mike wondered, his faced scrunched up in disgust.

"It's a good meal replacement." I mumbled, looking into the black liquid.

"Millie..." He sighed, rubbing his stubbly cheek.

"Don't." I stated, standing up.

"Wait." He said quickly, standing infront of me.

"What?" I sighed, huffing in annoyance.

"Can I atleast walk you home now?" Mike asked, a soft tone to his voice.

"Fine." The word just tumbled out of my mouth, before I had a chance to think about it.

We walked mostly in silence, apart from Mike humming a song.

"You have a nice place, are your parents in?" Mike wondered, as he walked up the narrow path to the door.

"No." My answer wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth.

"Oh, okay." I pulled the key out of my hoodie, unlocking the door.

"Erm, do you want to come in?" I asked awkwardly, rocking on my heels.

"No, I'll leave you in peace." Mike smiled, and for some reason I was dissapointed with his answer.

Why?

I have no idea.

"Okay, thank you for earlier." I said quietly, showing a genuine smile.

"That's the first time I've seen you smile, you're beautiful." Mike chuckled, touching my arm.

I didn't even flinch, and I normally hate people touching me.

"Go and have something to eat, I'll see you soon!" He called as he turned and walked away, I waved slightly.

I watched until he was out of sight, and turned to walk into the house with a smile.

Why was I feeling like this?

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