*If you self-harm, honey stay strong.Keep fighting cause you're a warrior now.If you wanna talk then send me a message and talk if you want to. ily <3 x
Michael:
You’d struggled with depression throughout your teenage years and cutting had become your escape from the crap in your life. You’d promised yourself that you’d stop so many times you’d lost count, but the feeling of the blade slicing your skin was just too addictive, although having Michael in your life was helping clear some of the dark thoughts that were eating away at you. You thought your hiding place for your blades was good enough for Mike to never find them, but apparently you were wrong. “Y/N, what are these?” Michael stood in the doorframe, holding your bag of weapons, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. Dropping your book, you felt your heart plummet and choked back a sob. “Mike-I,” you tried to explain but he wrapped you tighter in his arms than anyone ever else had. “Let me help you, please, I can’t bear to see you like this. We’ll get you help, please stop hurting yourself,” he rambled, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, please never forget that.” Tears were streaming down your face as you realised how much he really did care. “I promise I’ll try. For you. Just please promise me you won’t give up on me.” “Promise.”
Luke:
“Babe c’mon! The weather’s great, we’re all going to the beach!” Your boyfriend Luke burst into the room, grinning widely. Your heart rate sped up and you faked a smile; he couldn’t see you in a bikini-he’d see your cuts. “Sure, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” you smiled; he looked so happy, how could you let him down? 10 minutes later you found yourself in the dreaded swimsuit in front of the mirror, running a finger over the scars scattered all over your thighs. Just as you were about to change, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and of course, it was Luke. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he sounded so broken, like he thought it was his fault. “I didn’t want you to leave me,” You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks, to be swiftly wiped away by Luke. “I’ll never leave you. But baby please stop, so many people need you here,” he said softly, hugging you tighter. “I know it’s hard, but you’re so strong Y/N, you can beat this and I’ll do whatever it takes to help you.” “I’m sorry for ruining your day Lukey,” you sighed, turning round to cuddle into his chest. “Who says it’s ruined? Any day’s good as long as I’m with my beautiful girlfriend.”
Ashton:
Today was the day. You were finally meeting your idols, your lifesavers- 5 Seconds Of Summer. You’d been lucky enough to win meet and greet tickets for their tour in (your country) and you couldn’t be more excited. This was your one chance to tell them how much they mean to you and how you were one month clean of cutting because of them. When it was finally your turn to meet the band, you were close to tears and you were shaking so badly that you could barely even walk into the room. When you eventually got in, you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming and you went to hug Ashton, your favourite. “Hey babe, you okay?” he grinned and pulled you in for a warm hug. “Yeah, thanks to you, I’m a month clean actually because of you guys,” you noticed Ash’s expression soften and he held his arms out for another hug. When he’d signed your album, he took hold of your arm where the scars were still visible and scrawled a butterfly on your wrist. “Stay strong, darling. It’ll all be okay.” By now you were in floods of tears and in that moment you vowed to yourself that you would stay strong, just like he told you to.
Calum:
Every bone in your body told you not to, but the demons in your head craved the feeling of the cold metal slicing open your skin. Your boyfriend Calum had been the only one keeping you sane recently, but now he was away on tour you felt like you had nobody. Cal thought it was a great idea to surprise you with a visit but what he hadn’t expected to find was his girlfriend sobbing on the bathroom floor, blade in hand and sitting in a pool of her own blood. “Y/N,” he choked out, rushing to your side before prying the blade from your hand and tossing it across the room. “Nonono,” he mumbled, like he was hoping it was all some twisted nightmare. “Cal I’m so sorry.” “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed, I should never have left you, fuck, this is all my fault. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” he sounded so angry at himself. “Cal, no this wasn’t your fault. This was all my fault, I can’t control myself. I need to get help, promise you’ll be here for me no matter what?” “No matter what. I love you too much to let you hurt yourself, Y/N. I know it’s hard, but you just gotta keep fighting. I know you’re strong enough, you can do this.”
