⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️
You get dragged to a concert by your best friend after recently breaking up with you abusive gf, you were heartbroken. Until you met her...
(From when I was a dumbass and couldn't spell or be bothered to reread to check for erro...
⚠️ tw:self harm ⚠️(I'll warn when it's close) ALSO SWEARING USED
READ I'm skipping a few shows -(time skip to the Oakland show, last few shows have been successful but y/n has been feeling depressed due to being away form Billie and her friends, y/n and Diego have became close friends.)-
Y/n's pov: It's been 1 hour since I been in the green room blasting music. I continued staring at the ceiling, until a loud knock interfered. I got up slowly walking to the door, only to see a crew member stood there, " you got five minutes before sound check." I simply nodded and thanked her before closing the door.
Ughhhhh I feel like shit right now, I miss Billie, to be honest I miss all my friends and my home. I just really want to hug them all right now and watch a movie until we all fall asleep. I turned my music off and walked out into the arena. -time skip- After sing a few songs I walked back into the green room only for Diego to follow me. He cleared he's throat, "You good" "Yeah, I'm fine" THATS A LIE, but oh well. Truth is I don't want people to be like, "Oh ShEs MiSsInG hEr FrIeNdS iT hAsNt EvEn BeEn A wEek, HoW wIlL sHe CoNtInUe???" I also don't want anyone's pity like " oH lEaVe HeR aLoNe ShEs OnLy MiSsInG hEr FrIeNdS! u GoOd?" UGHHHH it annoys meeee. I hate it when people see me sad, I hate showing any emotion like that. I feel pathetic. I just hate feeling emotions, what if I didn't feel at all? I started blasting music again ignoring Diego's stares. I start to hum along to some songs whilst messing around with my phone, after a while my hair and make up team came into the room and handed me clothes to change into.
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After I changed they started to do their work, putting light make up on me and straighten my hair. -Time skip to the concert- I just walked on stage to my intro and began to perform. -time skip cuz I'm too lazyyy- I went through my whole set list for the night. I noticed I still had a few minutes until the show was over so I decided to do a cover, I ran over to my team back stage and told them what I wanted to sing, everyone agreed. I walked back on to the stage taking out my in-ear monitor, I then began talking into the mic, "Imma do a cover real quick, umm this is probably gonna suck but oh well" The chords to idontwannabeyouanymore began to ring out in the arena, the crowd went wild.
---------- Don't be that way Fall apart twice a day I just wish you could feel what you say --------------------
I laughed as the crowd knew every word. I continued all the way though the whole song as everyone sang along with me. It was magical. Once the song finished everyone cheered and I thanked everyone and walked of stage. I walked into my green room and began wiping my make up off and put my hair up into a messy bun. Diego walked into the room and hugged me and told me that the show was amazing. I gave him a fake smile and said thanks. He then spoke up, "I know your not fine and I get that you don't want to show your emotions but if you do ever need to talk, I'm here for you." I just nodded and walked out of the room and then out of the arena and onto the tour bus. Talk to people? Hahaha I don't do that shit, I keep it inside. I walked to my bunk ignoring everyone,. I just can't be bothered, how am I going to cope with the rest of tour, I'm feeling depressed as hell right now? I just want to talk to Billie, I grab my phone but i soon thrown it across the bus as I noticed what time it was. Bil wouldn't be awake at this hour, ughhh I just want to hear her voice, it's dumbbbb. She makes me feel happy. Why did I even go on tour in the first place, if I stayed at home I would of been with Billie. But no here I am. God, I'm so stupid. I get up off my bunk and grabbed a bag that no one knew about, I then walked into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself, lately I've been really hating my self. ⚠️ This will be my first time cutting in a while, I grabbed my bag and pulled a blade out, I rolled my left sleeve up and began cutting. I ignored the pain and continued. A sudden knock rang out in the bathroom, making me flinch and cut deeper. "FUCKKK" I heard Diego's voice say "you good in there? your taking a while, I hope your not taking a mad shittt!" I quickly replied, " I'm good, you just scared the shit outta me tho" He then said sorry and I 'heard him walk away.' I signed in relief, that was close. I look down at my arm to see blood everywhere. SHIT I grabbed some wet tissue and began cleaning everything up, I digged through my bag in search for plasters. OH GREAT. I got no fucking plasters. Fuck sake, so stupid. I guess I gotta go plasterless (<- is that even a word? It is now). I roll my sleeve back down and pack everything up. I quickly walk out of the bathroom only to get stopped by Diego. "What's in the bag?" He questioned "nothing." "There clearly is, I'm worried" "Stop worrying I'm fine." "No your not give me the bag!" "No!" He suddenly stops and starts staring at something, I look to were he was looking only to notice my hoodie sleeve covered in blood. "FUCKKKK" I quickly grab onto my arm and start to run back to the bathroom. A pair of strong arms wrap around me pulling me away from the bathroom and over to a couch in the bus. At this point I just gave up, there's nothing i can do but to let him deal with it. Diego grabs the first aid box and rolled up my sleeve, I hiss in pain as he used a antiseptic wipe on my cuts. He then started to apply pressure to my wound.
Diego's pov: Shit these cuts are deep and are all fresh. I'm glad I got Billie's number, I'll text her later. I grab a bandage out of the box and began wrapping y/n's arm, she hasn't even said a word, she just stared at the floor blankly. I wonder what's going through her head right now? She's been different for the last few days , I wish she would just talk, maybe not to me but to Billie. SHIT I forgot we have a film crew following her every move. Fuckkk! They have been filming in secret to catch everything that happens in the lead up of fame, and since y/n is a new rising star the record company signed the deal but only telling a few people about this. They wanted to keep it secret so they could catch raw emotions. SHIT. I look down to see that she had fallen asleep in my arms, she looked so peaceful and innocent. I picked her up and took her to her bunk to let her sleep, I grab my phone and began ringing Billie, I know it's late but she deserves to know.
Diego in italic Billie in bold
Hi Billie Oh hey Diego, how is everything? Pretty fucked right now Why? Y/n is cutting herself WHAT? why? I don't know, she won't say but I got a feeling it's because she's away from you and her friends. I need to see her, Your next show is LA right, as soon as you get to LA tell me I need to see her. Ok I will we will be there soon, I need to go, see ya. Ok, keep an eye on her please, bye.
//////////////////// A/n This chapter is not edited I just can't be bothered I'm too lazy to check and that, thanks for reading. Probably will write another chapter soon.
