“Y/N I’m home!” a familiar voice shouted up the stairs.
You could hear the footsteps running up the stairs, but you weren’t rushing into Finns arms like you usually did. You could cover it up, you thought as you heard Finn go from room to room looking for you. He walked through the door of the bathroom and his mouth hung open in shock. You stared at the cold, tile floor, not daring to look at him.
"Y/N what, what’s all this?" he said quietly, kneeling by your side.
"When it all gets to much I….. Do this," you replied even quieter than Finn had been.
You watched as Finn stood up and left the bathroom. You could feel the tears that were already forming in your eyes start falling down your cheeks, feeling like even now Finn thought you were worthless. The tears soon stopped though when you saw Finn renter the room, carrying bandages and disinfectant.
"There there, it’s ok now Y/N, I’m here now," he said, as he slowly disinfects red your cuts.
You watched as his eyes flitted over the words “fat”, “slag” and “worthless” carved into your skin and you could see the tears gently falling from his own eyes. He slowly wound the bandage around the cuts on your stomach and hips, being careful not to hurt you. You always cut in these areas as you could easily cover them.
"Come here," he said, pulling you onto his lap and hugging you tight. "No matter what any of the fans say, it means nothing to me. You are the only person I love and everything they say about you is completely wrong. I want you to promise me now you will never read anything they say about you again."
You looked at Finns tearful eyes and knew you had to agree with him.
"I promise," you replied, linking your pinky finger with his.
"Now come on, lets get you to bed," he said, helping you to your feet and into the bedroom. He gave you the shirt he was wearing to wear to bed, like he did every night and then slipped into the bed beside you. As you curled up together with Finns arm gently wrapped over your bandages you couldn’t help but think about what he had said, that the fans didn’t matter and that he loved you the way you were. You knew it was much easier for him to say it than you to believe it but slowly you knew, that with Finns help, you would be able to believe that you were beautiful.
