: LET ME SAVE YOU...
[trigger warning]
Harry: With gentle, warm hands he pries the blades from your palms. His eyes are dark, his tone even and soft. "Please," he soaks a washcloth with warm water and gently places it to the place cold steel had been moments before. "Please just let me save you. Let me save you from yourself. I can't see you hurting anymore. I can't see you in pain."
Louis: Eyes wide, silence heavy, he watches your slim fingers grip the smooth porcelain where your dinner had just gone. "You've been doing that for a while now, haven't you? You haven't actually eaten in weeks," he says quietly, shaking his head. "God, I should've realized...what a shit boyfriend I am...please...let me save you. I don't want you to do this to yourself, I can't...I can't lose you, I won't."
Liam: Quiet voices, swirls of smoke. Addiction. Cigarette, cigarette. "Please, you need to quit this," he watches as you try and fail to conceal a cough. "I've seen to many people get lung cancer, I've seen people die...let me save you from this awful addiction, please. Let me save you before it's too late."
Niall: Confused expression, deep feeling of dread and blame on himself. "There are so many," his eyes linger on your thigh, scars faint to fresh. "Too many, God, I should have known. I should have been there. Please, let me save you. Maybe you don't need saving but don't do that anymore. You're too important and amazing for that and I need you, I need you here."
Zayn: Deep sigh, anger at himself. "I should have noticed," his gaze sets on the journal in your palms. Tracking calories, meticulous. Shirt baggy, waist too slim. "I'm such an idiot, God. I know...I know what it's like but it isn't worth it," he says softly, placing a palm on your cheek. "Please let me save you...we all need saving sometimes."
