Hunter Hayes Imagines

Cry With You (dirty)

Yo! I can't really sleep so I decided to write something. I got this idea because...I thought it would be a smart idea...it probably isn't but oh well.

Prompt: She is getting hate, really bad hate, but she keeps it from him so he doesn't have to worry. But he knows something is wrong. So after a bunch more hate she ends up doing something she had stopped doing years ago and he finds her in the bathroom....

I should warn you before you read that this may trigger something and I don't want to be the cause of it if you start something. So please if you are easily triggered please don't read this.

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I sighed as I channel surfed through the reruns that seemed to keep going. There was nothing on today and I was so bored. Hunter wasn't going to be back until late and I didn't know what to do. I mean what else can you do when your boyfriend is a famous twenty-two year old country singer?

I pouted then smiled when I stopped on the one channel I knew wasn't a rerun; the interview Hunter Hayes was on. He was smiling the same smile that always made my heart melt.

"So, Hunter, how is Savannah doing?" the interviewer asked.

Hunters eyes seemed to brigthen up at the mention of my name and I chuckled softly. "She's doing great. She's actually been writing a few things lately. I never knew she was such a great writer," he said, grinning.

I blushed and hid my face in my hands, smiling. I quickly got my laptop on my lap and logged on to my twitter.

"Really? She can write? I wouldn't have expected that."

I watched Hunter frown. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that she doesn't look like the writing type," the interviewer said, making my face drop. "She looks more like the type of girl to have everything done for her."

"I can assure you that Savannah doesn't want things done for her. She always does stuff for others," Hunter said, tensing up slightly.

"Yes but what about when you are on tour? Is she faithful?"

I quickly changed the channel and took a shaky breath. "J-Just ignore it," I mumbled to myself as I looked at my twitter only to regrett it seconds later, tears forming in my eyes.

@animewolfspirit why don't you just die already?! You don't deserve Hunter!

@animewolfspirit how can Hunter even like you?

@animewolfspirit you're a worthless slut, a piece of trash, a dead rodent.

@animewolfspirit he is just using you! Why don't you get a fucking brain and die!?

Before I knew it tears were flowing down my cheeks and my hand was covering my mouth, trying to keep the sobs in but the more I read the hate the more my heart broke. I was use to being hated on when I was younger because my parents were never there for me so I was always independent. I did everything on my own and I took care of myself. But the hate just always felt like a stab in the heart.

Without thinking I quickly stood up, my laptop falling on the floor and cracking, then ran up to the room Hunter and I shared and quickly went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I quickly looked through the drawers and cabinets until I found what I was looking for; a razer. I choked out a sob as I climbed into the tub and closed the shower current.

I put the razer to my wrist and pushed down on it watching as the blood flowed out and down my wrist. It didn't hurt much since I did this when I was in Junior year of High school but it felt nice.