Louis: You were always good at hiding your cuts from him. By wearing a long sleeve, you thought he would never find out. You didn’t want to stress him out. “So I was thinking stir-fry for dinner?” you suggest, as you pull the ingredients out from the fridge. Louis nods as his focus was on his laptop. Thinking Louis wasn’t coming into the kitchen, you roll up your sleeves. As you were washing the vegetables, he walks into the kitchen. You completely forget about the fresh cuts on your arm. “(Y/N)… What are those?” Louis questions, running his finger over the cuts. “Nothing,” you lie, quickly putting your arm behind you. He grabs your arm from behind, and examines them again, “Was this my fault?” You quickly respond, “Absolutely not. I’ve been under a bit of stress lately.” “I can’t believe I never noticed this,” he brings you into a warm hug, “I promise I’ll be there for you. Just please don’t do this.”
Harry: “Can you please get some more popcorn? We’re out,” Harry whines, hoping it’d convince you. “You have two legs. Do it yourself!” you joke, eyes still glued to the screen. “Pretty please?” he begs. “No Haz,” you laugh. “I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way!” he says, giving you a devious smile. His fingers start to dig into your sides, tickling you until you surrendered. “Stop!” you cackle, tears almost coming out of your eyes. His hand accidentally slips up your shirt. He immediately stops tickling you. Instead, he rubs the cuts. “(Y/N)? What’s this I’m feeling?” he asks, already knowing the answer. “None of this has to do with you. People are telling me I’m not good enough for you and I just didn’t know how to deal with it,” tears start to slip out of your eyes. He quickly wipes them away with his thumbs. “If anything, I’m not good enough for you. Please stop. I love you.”
Niall: Knowing that Niall was coming home soon, you step into the shower. Your arm stung, but you were used to the feeling. “(Y/N)?” Niall calls. “Shit,” you curse, “I’m in the shower!” You hear the door open. “Have you seen my sunglasses?” he asks as he looks through the shelves of the bathroom. “No,” you reply, hoping he’d get out. It was quiet. Thinking that Niall left, you got out of the shower. You find him kneeling on the floor holding up a bloody razor. You quickly grabbed a towel to wrap yourself. “Please tell me that you accidentally cut your leg,” his voice low and worried. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you confess. He walks over to you and looks at your arm. You whimper from the pain. His eyes started to water, “Do I have anything to do with this?” “Never! It’s just that pressure to be perfect,” you whisper. “You’re perfect to me, so don’t do it anymore. I love you.”
Liam: “I’m home!” you hear Liam’s voice. You immediately panicked. Your arm was completely red from earlier. You shuffled through the bathroom, trying to get rid of any evidence. It was too late. Liam opened the door and saw your arm, freshly cut from earlier. “What’s going on here?” Liam asks worriedly, “Tell me that this isn’t real.” There was a moment of silence. “Before you jump to any conclusions…” you begin to explain, but got cut off from his sudden embrace. Tears started pouring out of your eyes and onto his shirt. He smoothes your hair with his hand, hushing you to stop crying. “Why didn’t you tell me about your problems? I would’ve helped,” he manages to say without crying himself. “I didn’t want to stress you. Especially with the upcoming album and everything,” you mumble into his chest. “You’re more important than that. I love you (Y/N). I want you to let me help you. Promise me you won’t do it again.”
Zayn: He finds you on the bathroom floor, tears flooding your face. A razor in your hand as blood seeps out of your other arm. He panics and grabs a towel quickly and presses it on the cut arm. You two are on the bathroom floor in silence for awhile. “Why… Why do you do this to yourself,” Zayn chokes, a tear slipping out of his eye, “Did I do something wrong?” Your eyes jump wide open, “No! Of course not. You could never be the reason. A lot of things are going on right now.” A sigh escapes his lips, “Please don’t ever do this again. Let me help you. I love you and I can’t bear to see you do this to yourself.” He bandages up your arm carefully, not wanting to hurt you. He wraps you up in his arms and whispers against your head, “You don’t need to do this anymore. You have me to protect you. I promise.”
