1D Imagines

Wolf and Zayn

Wolf and Zayn; He finds out you cut.

Wolf's POV

I sat in mine ad Zayn's lving room. Scrolling through my twitter. Hate. Hate. Hate. I break down and a tear slips down my face. All you see in my mentions are insults. People call me fat, useless, undeserving of Zayn. It just hurts so much. I need to get this off my chest.

I stumbled up stairs to the bathroom. I went underneath the sink, in my make up bag. I kept my razor blades in there in case I broke down again. I pluck through them, picking the sharpest one. Another tear slides down my face, making another tiny rivulet.

I pick up the razor, holding it over my wrist, repeating the hatred. "Fat." Slice. "Useless." Scrape. "Ugly." I slide the razor down hard with pressure. The crimson liquid slips down my arm. I slide down the wall, lifting up my shirt. I cut through the skin on my stomach like a piece of paper.

I didn't realize that the front door opened and shut. I still remain sitting there, cutting my skin in straight lines. The restroom door opens suddenly. I see Zayn standing there with a shocked look on his face. His smile drops and his eyes begin to water. "W-wolf... Please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing." he says, his voice just above a whisper.

"Zayn, I didn't think you'd be home yet..." you answer. "What did you plan to tell me if I saw it on my own?" I shrugged shame overtaking my voice. "Wolf, get over here." he whispers, pulling me into a tight hug. "Baby, I love you for you. So much." he says, kissing the slits on my wrist.