One Direction Preferences

#23 - He finds out you cut. - Part 5

*TRIGGER WARNING: Do not read if you are triggered by and/or sensitive to self harm.

Zayn: Sweatpants is what you found yourself wearing each day of the week, despite the temp. They covered your scars. You couldn't wear jeans, they would irritate your wounds. Zayn wouldn't say anything about, just comments that meant little. "Isn't it a bit hot to wear sweats, babe?" He would ask you.
"They're comfy, okay?" You reply, putting on a fake smile.
He never suspected anything. Until one day when he asks you to go swimming.
"I just don't want to Zayn." You say, shrugging as you flop on the couch lazily. But the only reason you didn't want to go is that he would see all the nasty, deep cuts in your skin. What would he think? You kept thinking he would leave you. No one could ever love a girl who cuts themselves, you thought.
"Please, babe? I really want to do something instead of watching movies all day. Summers almost over and all you've done is sit in those stupid sweatpants."
He raises his voice, probably without even knowing it.
You feel a lump form in your throat as he says 'sweatpants.' He was getting suspicious.
"So what?" You push yourself up from your laying position and lock eyes with Zayn.
"So, I want to do something! Come swim with me!" He grabs your hands and drags you off the couch.
"Please? For me?"
You think it over. 'He's gonna find out eventually...' You thought.
"Fine." You say, gulping.
Zayn excitedly jumps around, and you laugh, going into the bathroom to change into your swimsuit.
Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.
You change into your bikini and grab your beach towel, wrapping it around your legs casually. You take a breath before reaching the door knob and stepping out confidently. "Okay, let's go."
You rush to get your flip flops on and run to the pool. You get there way before Zayn and jump in the water as fast as you can, hoping he won't be able to see your scars through the effect the water makes. You didn't own a pair of goggles, and Zayn wouldn't open his eyes underwater because all the chemicals would make them hurt and burn.
A giant splash of water hits your face, clearing your brain of your thoughts. 
He pops up out of the water and smiles at you, cheekily. You try to smile back.
You're in the pool for a few hours, occasionally talking back to Zayn.
He would be the talker, as you were too scared to speak, all you were thinking about is how your were gonna shield your scars from Zayn.
"Isn't the water lovely?" He says, floating like a feather.
"Mhm." Even that was hard for you to say.
"I'm getting out, I look like a prune." He laughs, climbing up the ladder and grabbing his towel.
'This is it.' You think, following Zayn, rushing to get your towel.
Of course, he glances down at your legs before you're covered.
His eyebrows furrow in a questioning look.
"Y/N? What's on your legs?"
You decided to come up with a story of how you got these wounds.
"Oh, just a..um.. I fell off my bike."
Your words seem to run over one another, causing you to stutter like crazy.
"Y/N," he looks you straight in the eye and takes both of your hands in his. "I'm your boyfriend. Tell me what's really going on."
Your face gets hot and tears form at your eyes.
"I did it, Zayn."
"What? Why?" His tone tells you that he's genuinely confused.
"I feel like I'm not good enough for you. There's so many prettier girls out there who would date you in a heart beat. I don't understand why you chose me?!" You whisper-shout.
"The day I first saw you I instantly fell in love with you. The way you glanced at me from across the room and smiled at me made my heart skip a beat. You're all I want and need to be happy. Trust me Y/N, you're better than 'good enough.'"
You smile, leaning into his chest and hugging him. Your tears are still racing down your face.
"Do you still love me?" You ask. Your voice is raspy and worn out.
"Of course! You're my everything, love. Please stop hurting yourself." Zayn kisses the top of your head.
"Okay, I will." You nod as smile best you can.
"Good. I love you."
"I love you too."

A/N: I apologize for this, it sucks. I ran out of ideas. Oh well. Also, comment what I should write about next! I'll do anything.

-Shay (: