Bad Combo (Evan Hansen x Reader)
TW; purging, abusive parents, HAPPY ENDING
AN; I will hug all of you. This was hard to write and I’m sorry it’s short.
You hovered over the toilet, vomit dripping from your mouth. Tears were rolling down your face. You felt disgusting. You knew there was still food inside of you, and you just wanted it out. You couldn’t hear Evan crawling into your room over the sound of your blaring music. The music was to block out your screaming parents, who barely knew you existed. All they did was fight and throw things. Drink and hit you. You were preparing to shove your fingers into the back of your throat and force the food out of your stomach when the bathroom door swung open slowly.
“(Y/n)?” Evan said loudly, trying to talk over the music. “Oh, oh god.”
You looked up and let your hair fall behind your shoulders. Evan knelt next to you, scanning your face with wide eyes. He reached over for some toilet paper and gently wiped the vomit from your mouth.
“I’m disgusting.” You whispered, a scowl on your face.
“No, no,” Evan whispered. “God no, you’re not disgusting.”
Evan had tears falling down his face, more than you had cried all together tonight. Evan pulled you into his arms and sat with his back against the bathroom door.
“Why- why would-” Evan stammered, his face buried in your hair.
“They-they tell me I’m not s-skinny enough.” You whispered, talking about your parents.
A shaky sigh came from Evan, and he held you up so you were looking him in the eyes.
“You’re perfect.” Evan said, an odd wave of confidence in his crying eyes.
“You’re you, and that’s perfect.” Evan held you in his arms until the sun was shining through the single bathroom window. He had fallen asleep, so you were just laying in his arms silently. Your eyes were planted on a fading bruise on your wrist, from where your mother had dragged you by the wrist so tightly she left finger prints. You hadn’t noticed Evan was awake until a finger gently traced the bruises.
“Did your mom do that?” Evan asked, his voice soft.
“No.” You mumbled, a sigh coming through your lips. “Yes.”
Evan took a shaky breath as he interlaced his hands with yours.
“Come-Come live with me, please.” Evan pleaded, squeezing your hand.
“Evan-” you whispered. “I can’t. Your family is just barely making it, I can’t do that to you guys.”
“Please, (y/n), please. I’ll do anything for you, I’ll get another job, I’ll sell everything I own.” Evan begged, tears gathering in his eyes.
“You deserve so much more, so so much more. So much that not even the richest man could give you.” Evan mumbled, setting his chin on your shoulder Evan treated you like a goddess, even though you saw yourself as so much less.
“It’s just a bad combo,” You whispered, trying to convince yourself. “Some people have it worse.”
“A bad combo?” Evan’s voice cracked. “Please, let me help you, I love you so much.”
A tear slipped down your face and you nodded lightly. Evan sighed of relief, glad you were finally going to let him help you.
“Can-Can we get your stuff today? I want you safe as soon as possible.” Evan asked, letting go of your hands and wrapping his hands around your body.
“Okay.” You mumbled, listening to the silence. “Okay.”
Evan eventually got up from embracing you and left with you to go get his car. When you drove back Evan quickly packed all of your things before your parents could wake up from their drunken sleep. You left a note, and told them not to look for you. You knew they wouldn’t, anyways.
When Heidi came home that night, she was more than confused. She was willing to let you live with them as long as you wanted as long as you could help around. Evan unpacked your stuff into his room, insisting you stay in the same room as him. You shyly accepted and ended up cuddling together every night. Heidi wasn’t home much, but you and Evan had been going strong for a year. Every Friday was movie and pizza night, and sometimes Jared would come over. You got to finally meet the people in Evan’s life. Your parents had never looked for you, but you realized you didn’t need them to be happy. You kept making yourself throw up for a while until Evan slowly helped you break the habit and feel better about yourself. Evan had changed your life for the better- hell, he had practically saved it. You would never tell him or anybody else, but one day you wanted to marry him. It was another late night where you both lie awake in each others embrace, whispering back and forth.
“Evan?” You whispered, a smile shining through your voice.
“Yes?” He whispered back, holding you against his bare chest.
“I love you.” You kissed his chest and closed your eyes, burying your face into his chest.
“I love you too, beautiful.” Evan smiled, putting his hands in your hair and kissing your head.