Magcon Boys One Shots

Shawn and Taylor

There is a bit of self harm so read at your own choice.

*Shawn's POV*

I grab my razor from it's hiding spot and look down at my MagCon sweatshirt.

Seeing the logo makes me think of Taylor Caniff, the adorable bandanna-wearing boy I fell in love with.

He doesn't know, yet.

I pull up the sleeve of my sweatshirt, Taylor flying from my mind and the tweets flooding in.

I look at the endless scars, some new, some a couple years old.

Some are lines, some spell words, such as: 'Faggot', ' Queer', 'ManWhore' all over my arm.

A stray tear leaves my eye as I push down the razor, cutting over my skin, creating a line to start 'undeserving of love', but I stop.

I clean my arm and bandage it up, then throw off the sweatshirt and take off my shirt as well.

I clench the razor between my fingers and cut 'undeserving of love' on my stomach instead.

The blood oozes down my stomach and tears spill from my eyes.

I finish the 'e' and then clean up my stomach.

I put my razor away again and slowly put on my shirt, wincing when the sweatshirt hits a part of my new cut.

I walk out of the bathroom to be met by the one and only Taylor Caniff.

"You alright?" He asks, looking into my eyes, creating butterflies in my cut-up stomach.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say, faking a smile.

Taylor still has no clue about my bulimia and my depression.

Sometimes I wish I never got famous, sometimes I wish my parents never got killed in a plane wreck, sometimes I wish that Taylor will love me like I love him.

But nothing ever comes true.

He guides me over to the boys.

He sits down and I'm about to sit beside him but he grabs my waist and sits me down on his lap, and I lean my head back, resting it on his shoulder.

He wraps his hands around my waist and kisses my head slightly.

I look around and no one is looking at us weird, we're all pretty much like brothers so we are really close.

I mean, we all live together so I guess nothing is 'too close' anymore.

He squeezes me gently and it pulls the cuts on my stomach, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pain.

I whimper slightly and turn around so I'm still sitting on Taylor's lap, just I am facing Taylor.

He hugs me and then he gently lifts me off of him.

There is a sideffect of cutting for me, I get really clingy and I just want to be held and I want to be loved. I get really innocent as well.

Taylor stood up and I stood up with him,

"We'll be in my room." Taylor announces.

"GET SOME BROTHA." Cameron yells, making all of us laugh.

Taylor grabs my hand and takes me across the hall to his room.