One Direction Preferences

He finds out you self harm *PART 2*

HARRY: "Please (Y/N)," Harry said with his fist still wrapped around your arm, tears in his eyes staring at you like he was waiting for an answer.

"It's not that easy Harry," You gave him the answer, that probably wasn't the one he was looking for though, "I don't like doing it, but I can't stop."

"Why? Can you try..? Please, I never want to see you hurting yourself. You are an amazing, beautiful, funny, kind girl and you don't deserve this," He said. You hated talking about it, it made it feel like a problem. Well, it was a problem but it wouldn't have been if you didn't fuck-up at hiding your cuts and scars.

"I can't make any promises, I'm sorry." You had been giving him all the wrong answers, well you just didn't want to lie to him, since he already knew. Why make this worse by lying to him more? Not everything can be rainbows and unicorns, this was reality we're talking about here. Not whatever perfect world you've got in your head.

"But you can promise me you'll try, right? That's all I'm asking of you... to just please try," He said. You couldn't believe he was crying over you... you were a mess, a screw-up, a mistake. That's all you ever were and that's all you'll ever be.

"You're Harry fucking Styles. Why do you care so much about a stupid mistake like me? You can have almost every girl on the planet but you chose me.. I don't understand. What stood out on me. My screwed up face? The collage of cuts and scars on my wrists?" You asked.

"In my eyes you were perfect, and I wanted a better look." He always managed to say just the right things, all the things to make you feel a bit better about the situation. You refused to smiled though, because you didn't like it.

LOUIS: "Why didn't you talk to me about this?" Louis asked you as he held you in his arms.

"You love your fans, I didn't want them to hate me even more than they already do. So I didn't tell you, I knew you'd defend them anyway. Or tell me not to listen to them even though telling me that crap won't do shit," You said.

"I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible boyfriend. Is that really how you felt?" He asked you.

"Yes it's really how I fucking felt. I tried to tell you but you defended them, I tried to tell you but you just said 'ignore them' I couldn't convince myself you cared. The reason I stayed? Because if I was alone I'd probably be dead," You said.

He pulled you into a hug, you wanted to push away but his arms wrapped around your frail body made you feel protected from all harm, even though the harm was coming from the inside. You felt his body shake as he cried,"I didn't mean to make you feel like that," He said through sobs.

"Well you did. And words hurt... I've got scars to prove it," You said resting your head on his chest, even though being close to him was the last thing you wanted, being near him made you feel strangely comfortable for someone who hated him. You hated that you loved him this much, "I hate you. I hate that I love you."

"I love you too."

NIALL: *this one is for @ValentinaAnna*

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, not caring that your blood was on his hand. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your arm, "You can't d this to yourself."

"It's my wrist and if I want to mess it up I can," You stated. Not that you wanted to, of course. You hated it.

"Please don't say that. Please, I wouls hate for anything to happen to you. I couldn't live without you," He said.

"Don't lie to me Niall. You're a popstar travelling the worl with your best friends and living the life you've always wanted. Not to mention the thousands of screaming girls, I'm sure you'd move on pretty quickly," You said.