Okay before you read please take note that some of the things in here could trigger. So pleeeease if you’re going through anything like this or you know you can’t handle it, please don’t read this.
Liam:
You took a deep breath and slowly dragged the blade across your wrist. Tears gathered in your eyes and you slowly let them spill over. Tears mixed with the blood oozing from the cut and you sat on your bed watching them. The pain in your wrist was making you forget everything in your life and you closed your eyes. A sense of calm spread through you and you slowly lifted the blade, ready to do it again. “Y/N?” You looked up and felt the blade slip from your hands. Zayn stood in your doorway, staring at your wrist. “Leave” you whispered. “Y/N Please don’t” “Just leave.” You picked up the blade bringing it to your wrist. “Fuck” Zayn muttered and quickly ran over to you. He grabbed your hand and roughly pulled the blade away, throwing it on your desk. You stared at him, shrugging your shoulders and slumping down in the bed. “I’ll just get it when you leave.” “No you wont” he muttered, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet and began cleaning the wound. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” You shrugged and watched him. “I deserve these scars. I’m ugly. I have no talent. Compared to Liam…i’m nothing.” “Do you seriously believe that? You should look in the mirror sometime. When I look at you a see a beautiful girl who doesn’t give herself credit. You’re so beautiful.” You stared at him and slowly walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and rocked you back and forth. “I’m gonna help you. Me and Liam are going to help you.” You nodded and squeezed him tighter.
Louis:
Louis: Tears spilled down your cheeks as you watched the girl in the movie slowly slit her wrist. Even though it was a movie, you still felt like you finally had someone who understood you. The girl laid her head back and pushed the blade further and further into her skin. “Oh my God” Liam muttered from beside you. “That must be really hard to do” Louis muttered. “I don’t know if I could bring myself to cut like that. I don’t think I could handle that.” The other boys nodded in agreement. “Its not that hard” They all turned and looked at you. “If you get to that point where you can’t handle what you’re going through, you don’t know what you would do. Sometimes feeling pain is better than feeling the emotions you feel on the inside.” “I would know” you muttered, looking down. “How would you know?” Louis asked, his voice giving out as he realized what you meant. The boys stared at you in shock and you looked back at the telly. “We should finish the movie.” “There is no way in Hell we’re finishing that movie.” Louis said, turning off the telly. Liam put his arm around you for comfort and looked down at your shaking hands.
Zayn:
You stared at the girls who walked by. Their legs free of scars and just amazingly gorgeous. It was finally hot in London and your body ached to be free from the skinny jeans on your legs. “Jesus how are you not burning up?” Niall said, staring at your legs. You gave him a small smile and shrugged. “Just don’t feel like wearing shorts.” Zayn stared at you and shook his head. “Somethings not right with you. You always wear shorts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear pants on days like these.” He chuckled and you forced out a small giggle. You felt Niall’s eyes on you and you looked over at him. He gave you a weird look. “Hey Y/N come in this store with me. Zayn you go ahead and go to your store. We’ll catch up later.” Zayn nodded and walked off. Niall dragged you over to the Starbucks across the street and sat you down. “Is there something going on?” You shook your head. “No. why?” “I know somethings up.” he answered bluntly. “I can tell when you’re lying. You make it obvious. Plus I have a feeling I know whats going on. You just stared at him, debating on what to tell him. “You can trust me Y/N.” You stared in his eyes and immediately saw sincerity in them. “I-If I tell you, you can’t tell Zayn.” I’m not promising anything.” You debated the consequences in your mind. So many came to your mind, but you knew you needed help dealing with this. “Okay.”
Niall:
"Hey babe" Harry said, pulling you in a hug. You smiled and hugged him back. He smiled and gave you a wink. "I’m gonna sit beside Y/N today." He flopped down on the couch and pulled you down beside of him. He through his arm behind your head and began to tap your shoulder. You sighed and focused back on the telly. "Lets watch this." Niall yelled and slipped the movie into the DVD player. You blankly stared at the telly, not even attempting to watch it. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice Harry pull your phone off your thigh. He chuckled and you looked over at him, nearly screaming when you saw him staring at some of your ridiculous selfies. He smirked at you and continued scrolling. You reached over to grab it and he caught your wrist. He smirked and reached down to lick it. You squealed and tried to pull it back. He laughed and brought it close to his eyes. He stared at it and you noticed the smile slowly fall off his face. "What are these?" he blurted out and the rest of the boys looked over. You jerked your arm back and shook your head. "Nothing." Niall walked over and sat beside you. He pulled your wrist towards his eyes and looked up at you. "Why?" You jerked your arm back and looked down. "You don’t know what its like to go to school everyday and get told how pathetic you are. Everyday Niall. They always tell me I should have a talent since everyone in our family has one. I don’t. They say I should be pretty since you’re good looking to them. I’m not." The boys all stared at you and looked down. Silence filled the air and you silently prayed that you could just disappear.
Harry:
Tears ran down your face as you sat in your bathroom. Everything was too much right now. From the bullying at school, to the constant death threats on twitter, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You opened the drawer under your sink and stared at the blade. 2 months. For 2 months you’ve been clean. Your thoughts wandered to Harry who had spent so much time getting you help. A sob slipped from your lips and you grabbed the blade. Slipping down to the floor you slowly brought the blade to your already scarred wrists. You placed it on your wrist, applying pressure and slowly dragging it across your wrist. A slight pain spread through your wrist and you watched as blood began to form. You continued to cut. Moving down your wrist each time, not even planning on stopping. Your whimpers broke the silence, stopping once you heard a light knock on the door. “Y/N what are you doing?” You quickly wiped your tears and walked over to the door. You slowly pulled the door open, hiding your bleeding wrist behind it. “Sorry. There was something in my eye and I was trying to cry so it would come out. I got it out though. So i’m fine.” Harry stared at you and slowly nodded. “Okay. Well I need to use the bathroom.” Before you could stop him he pushed the door open. He froze once he saw the blood on your wrists. His eyes widened and tears began to form in them. “Why?” he whispered. “Why!” he screamed, sobbing at this point. You flinched and stared at the ground, tears slowly falling down your face. “Please tell me whats going on.” You shook your head and stared at the floor. “Whats going on in here?” Louis said, walking into the bathroom. “Fighting over who’s gonna pee firs-” he trailed off and stared at your wrists. Harry walked by him and sat down on the toilet, putting his head in his hands, his back shaking. Louis stared at you and you looked up at him. He slowly pulled you into your room and sat you down on your bed. He went back in and brought band-aids and a wash cloth. “I know its hard to talk to Harry about this. I know you feel bad about this, but I know you. And I know there is a reason behind this.” You looked down at the floor. “Please tell me.” You slowly looked in his eyes. You nodded and took a deep breath, ready to tell the truth.
