Edge (DM X J3T)

~2~

Matt, George and Danny sit down with their food, Danny looking at it like it was poison. He didn't want to get any but Matt and George practically forced him, knowing about his history with eating disorders and they didn't want him to fall into his old habits again.

"Please try and eat something." Matt says, going to take a sip of his smoothie. Danny eats a few French fries and before he knows it he's finished the whole bag.

"Well someone was hungry." George chuckles, taking another bite of his cheeseburger. Danny nods and reaches for his drink, his sleeve slipping up a little. Matt looks closely and see's what no friend ever wants to see. Cuts. Fresh cuts. His eyes widen as he continues to drink his smoothie, nudging George to get him to notice Danny's wrists as his sleeves are a little higher than wrist length. George looks at Matt and he nods towards Danny who's completely clueless, just scrolling through Twitter and smiling at fan messages. George notices the cuts and gasps a little, making Danny look up with his naturally wide brown eyes,

"What's up?" Danny asks, softly, putting his phone back in his jacket pocket.

"Danny, your wrist, what happened?" Matt asks, putting his smoothie down,

"O-oh, um...I got into a fight with a-a...cat." He stutters, making it obvious he's lying.

"Where did you get the blade, Danny?" George asks the man, looking at him with such sorrow.

"T-the gas station." He admits in guilt, looking down at his hands, "I'm sorry."
* * *
"God it's so hot in here!" Jordon complains, making Jorel scoff,

"Excuse me, my house is the perfect temperature actually." He emphases, taking his hoodie off, leaving him a HU tank top.

"Self advertisement much?" Dylan asks, making George snigger.

"God Danny it's so hot in here take your hoodie off, man." Jordon says, fanning himself with a magazine.

"Actually... Me and Danny were just about to go and do something. Weren't we Danny?" George says, hinting for him to leave with the tall man.

"Y-yeah." He whispers, heading for the door, "Bye guys."
As soon as the get into Georges car Danny mutters a thanks and asks if he can take his hoodie off.

"Yeah sure." George says, bracing himself for the utter pain that's going to come with seeing all his cuts and scars. Danny slides his hoodie off and George glances over at his arms. What George saw would forever scar him.
Danny had scars all up his arms and fresh cuts by his wrists,

"How long have you been doing this?" George asks, running his finger up Dannys bumpy scars.

"2 years." He whispers, hanging his head low.

"And I didn't know!?" George exclaims, putting his head on the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry." Danny says as George starts the car, driving swiftly out of Jorels street.

"Well your not going back to your house tonight. You're staying at my place until I know you won't hurt yourself again." George says, making Danny nod,

"Okay."