Niall:
Niall was acting weird lately. Like, really weird. He didn't want me to touch him, but normally he wouldn't want me to not touch him. I sighed. All sort of thoughts crossed my mind. The door slammed, Niall was home. He walked into the livingroom where I sat on the couch. ''Hi princess.'' he smiled weakly. ''Hi baby.'' I sighed. ''What is it?'' he asked worried. ''It's nothing.'' I whisperd. ''Princess tell me.'' he said stubborn. I sighed again. ''Fine. Niall what's wrong with you? You are acting so weird lately. I can't touch you. What is it? Is it me?'' I whisperd. Niall's expression turned sad. ''No baby. It's not you. I didn't want to tell you but I guess I have to now.'' he whisperd. I looked at him confused. ''I.. I cut.. I couldn't handle it. But you were so busy, I didn't want to bother you.'' He looked down at his hands. ''Nialler.'' I began and took his hands. ''I love you. Don't ever do it again. Please? Talk to me.'' ''I will. I promise.'' He smiled weakly. I kissed him. The rest off the day we just layed on the couch, doing nothing.
Louis:
Louis rarely talked about his problems, which made it very hard to notice he had them. I looked at him as he sat on the couch. I knew something was up, but he wouldn't tell. ''Lou..'' I began. He startled from his thougts. ''Huh, what?'' he asked. ''What's wrong baby?'' I asked him worried. ''Nothing. I'm gonna go to the bathroom.'' he said quickly and walked away. I sighed. I had to know what was wrong. I decided to go to the bathroom to check it out. I knocked on the door. ''Lou? Are you alright?'' I asked worried. ''Yeah.. Be out there in a sec.'' he yelled absent. I opened the door to see Louis cut his beautiful arm. ''LOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'' I yelled as I hit the razor out off his hands. He collapsed on the floor and started crying. ''I'm so sorry.'' he cried. I held him tight. ''It's okay baby.'' I whisperd. ''Never do it again.'' I said to him. He nodded. The rest off the night we laid on the bed, talking to each other.
Zayn:
''Boo?'' Zayn yelled from the living room. ''Yeahh baby?'' I yelled back. ''Can you get my mirror please?'' he yelled sweetly. I laughed, typical Zayn. I went into the bedroom and looked for the mirror. I couldn't find it. I went to the bathroom and looked there, still no sign off the mirror. I sighed and yelled to Zayn: ''Baby, where is it?'' ''It's in the bedroom, boo!'' he yelled back. I sighed again and walked to the bedroom. I opened his drawer and I looked at it in shock. There was a sharp razor laying on top of all the stuff. I grabbed it and stormed downstairs. ''Zayn, what is this?'' I asked and threw the razor at him. His face turned pale. ''I.. erm..'' ''Explain Zayn, please.'' I asked. ''Fine, I cut. It's so hard to live this live.. I'm so sorry. I just had to. I love you so much. Please don't leave.'' By now he was crying. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. ''Baby, I'll never leave you. I love you to, so much. Please don't do it again?'' I asked him, almost begging. ''I promise boo.'' he said smiling. I smiled and kissed him. We watched a movie and cuddled the rest off the night.
Harry:
''Harry? Babe?'' I yelled trough the house. Nothing. I walked to the livingroom and saw a note. Hi baby, when you'll see this.. I'm so sorry. I can't deal with it anymore. They call me manwhore a lot. I got so much hate. I love you so much but this is for the best. I love you and please, move on. For me. I love you so much. xx Harry My heart sank. I ran to the bathroom, thinking it was the place he would be. There he was, sitting on the floor, cutting his wrist, drowning in tears. ''Hazz?'' I whisperd. His head flew up. ''B.. babe?'' he asked nervously. I walked over to him and toke the razor. ''Don't do that, Harry. You're so perfect. Don't scar your perfect skin.'' I cried a little. ''Don't cry baby.'' His voice was low. ''I'm sorry. I love you so much.'' I looked at him. ''I love you to baby. I won't do it ever again. I promise.'' Harry smiled weakly. I hugged him and said: ''You better not.'' He never did it again.
Liam:
I sat on the couch watching Idols when Liam came in. He walked over to the couch and laid down. His head rested on my lap. He grabbed on of my hands and placed it in his hair, he laid my other hand on his heart. I looked at him confused. ''What is it Liam?'' I asked him. ''I want to tell you something, but in my way. You'll have to trust me.'' he said quietly. I nodded. He sat up and looked at me. ''Close your eyes.'' he said, so I did. ''Okay let's try. What do you feel?'' he asked and placed my hand on his hand. ''Your hand.'' I whisperd. ''Good. This is going to work, I think.'' He placed my hand on his jeans and said: ''What do you feel now?'' ''Your jean.'' I said smiling. ''Okay. Let's do this. What do you feel now?'' He said as he placed my hand on his sleeve. ''Your sleeve.'' I said confused. ''Okay. Now. I'm gonna let you feel something, it might be a bit scary.'' he whisperd. I nodded. My hand laid in his for a while before he placed it on his arm again. ''Feel it.'' he whisperd. I rubbed my hand over his arm. I opened my eyes and looked at what I felt. ''Liam..'' I said as I saw the scars. ''I know, it's bad.'' he whisperd. I shook my head and pulled him in for a hug. ''Thankyou.'' I whisperd. Liam pulled back and looked at me confused. ''For what?'' he asked. ''For showing and telling me. I love you.'' I whisperd. ''I love you to.'' he whisperd back. ''Never again.'' I said to him. ''Never again.'' he promised. We cuddled and watched ToyStory the whole night.
