That one look

                                    

                                          
The further away that wonderful night got, the more it hurt you that you wouldn't get that chance again. You wanted to be held by him just one more time. You wanted to dance with him once more. You only needed one more moment with him. 
                          
It was a Saturday, and summer rain was pattering against your dorm window. You hadn't left your room in a couple of days. You couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't think of anything except the fact that you had fallen. You had fallen hard, and you promised you wouldn't. All of a sudden you heard a light knock on your door. "Yeh? Who is it?" You said at almost a whisper, you didn't realise how weak you had become. 
"It's just me, open up Y/N/N." Came a light and soothing voice. You knew seeing his face was going to be pain, but you couldn't shut him out forever. 
"It's open..." as the door creaked open, Cedric walked in with a bag of something over his shoulder. You sat up quickly and tried to look better then you were, but he could read you like a book. 
"My god Y/N, why didn't you tell me? You need to get to the hospital wing!" He tried to lift you up but you pushed his arms away gently,
"Cedric I'm not ill, I promise...I just need to go outside." 
"You need food! Don't think I haven't noticed that you're not at meals, your not in classes either, what's going on?" He sounded worried, and you'd never heard him like this before. 
"I...um....it's nothing." You could never lie to him, you really just crumbled. He shook his head. 
"If you won't tell me, then at least eat these," he emptied all of your favourite foods out into your bed. 
"I can't Ced." 
"Well I'm staying until you do." And then he gave you that look. That look that said 'you can't resist making me happy, please, do it for me.'  You hated that look. Just as much as you loved your best friend.