5sos imagines

Michael 1

I wipe my eyes and put away the blade. Crimson red blood was running down my arm. I grab a wipe and clean off the blood. I pull down my sleeve and hope the blood won't show through. Ever since I started dating Michael I've gotten lots of hate and I've found particularly hard to ignore it so I turned to the blade just like i used to. I walked into the living room where the guys are getting ready for movie night. I sit down beside Mikey hoping my face didn't look like id been crying. "Hey babe waz up?" He asked kissing my head. "Not much." I sniffed. "getting the sniffles babe?" He asked. I shrugged and giggled. We sit around watching the movie until I heard Ashton gasp. "Y/N! Your sleeve!" He said pointing. I look down and the blood has seeped through. "Roll up your sleeve." Mikey said grabbing my arm as everyone sat up and looked at me. I sigh and do as I'm told. I pull back my sleeve to reveal the five fresh cuts. everyone gasps. I start crying. Mikey gets up and grabs the first aid kit. He starts cleaning my arm. "why?" He asked a tear rolling down his cheek. "The hate..." I whisper. Mikey finishes dressing my cuts and I pull my arm away. I run into the bedroom crying. I walk over to the window and crawl out onto the fire escape. I climb up until I'm on the roof. I sit on the edge and pull my knees to my chest. Fat tears rolling down my cheeks. I sit there alone for 15 minutes. I hear footfall approaching behind me. I turn around and see Ash standing there. " There you are Y/N, we were looking for you." I sniff and wipe my eyes. "yup you found the piece of garbage that doesn't deserve Mikey." I said sadly. "Ok I'm going to go get Mikey" Ash said walking back toward the fire escape. "Ash no." but he was already climbing down. I turned back. I heard running and turned around to see Mikey. I stood up and walked into his arms crying uncontrollably. "shh it's okay baby your not a piece of garbage." he said wrapping his arms around me. My knees went weak and wobbly. Michael picked me up and carried me inside. We sat on the bed still in each other's arms. "Baby next time you feel like cutting I want you to look me in the eye take my arm and cut me as many times as you would yourself." he said. "Mikey no I could never..." My voice trailed off suddenly I understood. "I won't cut anymore." I whispered. " And I'll hold you to that." he responded kissing me.