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He finds cuts on your legs

COULD TRIGGER BE CAREFUL

Ashton: You fell asleep on the couch watching a movie with Ashton. He carried you up to bed and changed you out of your uncomfortable clothes. In the middle of changing you out of your leggings he saw mutable cuts running up and down your legs. “No. No, no, no, no, no.” He mumbled to himself as he looked at them. He went to touch one as you woke up. “Ash?” You say as you see the panicked look on his face. “What?” You ask as you look down to notice your pajama shorts in one hand and your leggings pulled down. You hopped up pulling your pants up with you. Taking the shorts you went and changed in the bathroom. Coming out you saw Ashton sitting on the bed, head in his hands crying. You sighed as you climbed onto the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t cry, please..” You beg as he turns to you. “Why? Why do you do it?” He asked wiping his eyes. “It’s been my way of coping with things for a while, I guess.” You said laying on the bed. Ashton pulled up your shorts lightly pressing his lips to each cut. “Ash-” You start to say as he holds up his hand. “No, (y/n) I need to do this. I let you down and I’m so sorry.” He says continuing as you brush away a tear falling from you eye. When he finished kissing each scar he laid his head on the pillow next to yours. “You’ve never let me down, Ashton.” You say before kissing his cheek lightly.

Luke: You sat on your bed reading a Glamour magazine when Luke walked into your room with something in his hand. “Hey, Lukey. What’cha got there?” You ask pointing to his hand as you set down your magazine. He sits on the bed in front of you. You could see he’d been crying. He placed a bloody blade in the middle of you two. “What’s th-” You begin as he cuts you off. “Don’t play that game with me, (y/n). You know damn well what that is.” He scoffs as you can hear the hurt in his voice. “Luke..” You begin as he doesn’t let you finish. “I wanna see them.” He says throwing the blade in the trash. You gulp as he repeats himself. “I wanna see them, (y/n).” “Why? Why do you need to see them so bad Luke?” You scream as more tears fall from his eyes. “Because, I need to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.” He chokes out. You lift up your skirt slightly as Luke drops to his knees. His hands rest on your sides as he brushes over them lightly with his thumb. “It’s worse than I though.” He muttered to himself. “Don’t blame yourself for this, Luke.” You say as he looks up at you. “It’s my fault.” He repeats as you lift his chin with your finger. “It’s not your fault, it’ll never be your fault.” You say as tears well up in your eyes. “Please stop this.. Please..” He begs looking back at you. “I will..” You promise as he stands up wrapping you in his arms.

Michael: You slashed another cut into your leg as you read more hate. Michael was downstairs with his friends while you were locked up in your bathroom crying. When someone unlocked the door, you couldn’t hear it over you crying until you saw feet. You looked up and saw your boyfriend looking at you. His face went pale at the sight of all the blood around you. “No. Fuck, no.” He muttered taking the blade from you and flushing it down the toilet. He lifted you onto the counter and took a rag and cleaned the blood up. “Michael.. I’m sorry.” You say as you push hair out of his face. It reveled he was crying. “It’s all my fault. You wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have fans.” He rambled on. You pressed your lips to his quickly. “No, stop this is amazing for you. It’s my fault I’m not strong enough.” You say as Michael shakes his head. “You’re strong. I believe in you. Please stop this.” You nod slowly brushing away a tear from his eye. 

Calum: You and Calum were watching tv in your living room when Calum runs his hand on your leg. “You promised you’d stop.” Calum says as you look down at your leg to see your shorts rode up and some of your fresh cuts were exposed. “I-I” You begin as you couldn’t find the words. He pulled up your shorts more as he looked at them. “I’m sorry.” You manage to say. He looked up as your eyes met. “I’m helping you through this, okay? You’re gonna get better.” He says taking your hands in his. “Okay.” You nod as he kisses you.