*TRIGGER WARNING: Do not read if you are triggered by and/or sensitive to self harm.
Liam: "I'm sick of this, Liam!" You shout, enraged at your boyfriend. He came home late again last night, drunk. You've been telling him to stop, over and over again, but he never seems to listen and you've had enough. The arguing was constant in the flat that you shared.
You hurried to pull out a bookbag, throwing in as many clothes as you could, tears rushing down your face.
You filled the bag and then zipped it shut, almost breaking the zipper from your anger. Slinging it over your shoulder, you turned around to see Liam standing behind you, looking down at you.
He looks at your bag, breaking the eye contact. "You're not leaving." He says, trying to pull the bag away from you. You almost didn't fight back. As much as you wanted to stay, you also found yourself wanting to go. You warned him continuously that you would leave if he didn't put an end to the arguing and yelling.
"Give me it!" You yank it back.
Liam gives up and let's you have the bag. He sighs, falling back onto the settee. "Please don't go."
"Why? Why should stay? I've asked you, so many times if you could actually come home when I expected you too, so I didn't have to worry. You could've at least called me!" You turn around, heading towards the door.
"You should stay because I love-" Liam says, but he gets cut off by you yelping in pain. His hand is clutching to your wrist.
You had forgotten all about what you did to yourself when Liam comes home late. The scars on your arm were fresh, they had only been there for about two hours.
A confused Liam looks at you, then your arm.
'Please don't check, please-' are your last thoughts before he pushes up your sleeve and sees the cuts. His confusion is mixed with worry. "I don't..." He begins.
The only words that come out of his mouth are, "I'm sorry."
A few moments of awkwardness pass when he finally asks why you did it.
"Stress." Is your simple response. There wasn't much too it, you got stressed out, you cut.
"It's my fault, isn't it?" Disappointment coats his voice as you hold back the tears.
"No, no, Li. It's not you, it's everything, okay? School, work, your fans. Everything sorta piles up on me and I can't take it."
"C'mere." He says, moving over and patting an empty spot.
You take his offer and sit next to him. Liam pulls you into a hug.
"Hey," he says, pulling away to look you in the eye. "If you stop cutting, I'll stop coming home late." He smiles.
You nod, wiping the tears still. "Okay."
"I love you, don't do this to yourself." He rubs your back comfortingly.
"Love you too, Liam."
He kept his promise, an you kept yours. The bickering was resolved and you both were happy.
A/N: wow this sucked .__. Haha sorry ^.^

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