5SOS Imagines/Preferences ✓

Comfort.

Comfort.

(A/N: Sorry if any of them are personal - especially Ashton and Luke's. Remember that you are not alone and there are so many people you can talk to if you are struggling."

Calum: You couldn't take your eyes off your reflection just like you couldn't stop pointing out your flaws. You wiped a tissue under your eyes, removing the mascara which had ran. You eyes moved down to your stomach and you turn to your side, trying to get a better view of you weight. You whimpered as thoughts ran through your mind, all about how it stuck out or how you didn't have a flat stomach. You took a step back and stared at your legs. "No sign of a thigh gap." You laughed in sadness. From your waist to your feet - your legs touched. You pulled at your hair - now irritated at how it wouldn't grow past your boobs. You yelled as you chucked you hairbrush at the mirror, breaking it into pieces. You heard footsteps and saw Calum rushing to you. "Babe? What are you doing?" Calum panicked looking at the mess you had created. "It finally broke." You whispered. It was a metaphor. You were referring to the mirror which was now in pieces but the reflection of you showed that you had broke. "Come here." Calum said, opening his arms for you to fall into which you did. "I'm sorry." You apologized. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N." He told you. "I hate myself." You whispered. "Don't say that." Calum spoke, pulling away so you could look at him. "But I do." You replied, dropping your head in shame. "Hey, look at me." Calum said as he gently lifted your chin up so you were faxing him. "I love everything that you hate about yourself. You're beautiful. You may not see it, but I do and I love you." He placed a kiss to your nose. "You shouldn't." You replied with. "Well I do. And you need to too. But just promise me something, Y/N?" He asked. "Anything." You answered. "Remember that it's ok not to be perfect."

Ashton: "Hi!" Ashton greeted you as he opened the door. His smile soon turned into a frown once he saw the tears spilling from your eyes. "Whats wrong?" He asked holding his arms out. "She's gone." You sobbed, falling into his arms. "What? When? Why..." Ashton stuttered as he led you inside. "She died, Ash. This morning." You cried as he pulled you on the couch with him. "I'm sorry." He whispered in sympathy. "She was my best friend. We were supposed to do everything together! She left me." You whimpered. "I know, I know baby." He soothed as he grip became tighter on you. "I thought they said the cancer was gone." He half-asked. "They did. But it came back..." You stated. "How am I going to get through this? Everything reminds me of her." You chocked out. "Shh." Ashton whispered, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "Everything will be ok, Y/N. Maybe not today, maybe not even next year; but you'll be ok. I'll be right here - I promise. You won't ever be on your own." He comforted you. "You promise?" You cried. "I promise." He confirmed.

Luke: || Self harm. It's not a joke and nor should it be romanticized; though saying that, it doesn't mean that someone shouldn't love you or comfort you if you do. || "Scars don't fade, but neither does this pain." You whispered to yourself. You hands were shaking and your breaths were uneven as you were contemplating whether or not to hurt yourself. You snuck into your bathroom, retrieving your blade from under the sink and sat on the side of the bath. You fiddled with the blade in your fingers as you stared at you wrist. Tears were now constantly cascading down your cheeks as you brought the blade closer and closer to your skin. Before the sharp metal touched your skin, the door to the bathroom opened giving you a fright. You didn't expect Luke to be back this early. "Y/N?" Luke whispered in sadness as he looked down to see what was in your hands. You held your head in shame as he walked over to you. He took the blade from your hands and quickly flushed it with a sense of urgency. He took your hands in his and sighed in relief when he saw there were no fresh cuts. "You're strong." He told you as he placed a kiss to your lips. "No I'm not. I would have done it if you didn't come in." You admit. "Well you didn't." He reminds you. "Because of you." You whimper. You hide your head in your hands and begin to cry softly. "Shh, shh. Don't cry. You're alright, Y/N. I'm right here." Luke whispers as he kneels in front of you. He pries your hands from your face and forces you to look at him. "You're stronger than this. I love you. You're gonna be ok." He promises you. "I'm sorry Luke." You tell him. "Don't be. I love you." He says again. "I love you too."

Michael: You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't stop yourself. You were lying on you bed, tears slowly running down your cheeks, eyes scanning over all the evil words being directed at you. You always had the urge to read the hate, feeling like you needed to feed your insecurities despite how much it hurt you. The hardest part about it wasn't that they claimed to be fans, nor was it that their words had the power to break you; It was that you believed it. You were so caught up in looking for more reasons to hate yourself that you didn't hear Michael when he arrived home. You looked up with tears in your eyes, Michael walking over to you with concern written all over face. "Babe?" He spoke as he gently approached you. He noticed your phone in your hands and instantly snatched it from you. "Michael!" You voice cracked as you yelled at him. He held the phone away from you and began to read what was on the screen. A frown was etched onto his face and he shoved your phone in his pocket. "Y/N-" Michael began in a tone full of sadness. "No. Don't you dare tell me not to read it or that it's not true, because it is. Its true Michael, and you know it." You broke down. You pulled your knees up to your chest and hid your face as you cried your heart out. Michael sighed as he went and sat down beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and let you cry into his chest, telling him how much you hate yourself. No words were needed as he knew you needed to let it all out, only the soft hushes he'd whisper when you spoke of how unworthy you were to live. You'd tired yourself out and were now laying against Michael's chest as he ran his hand through your hair. "I love you." He whispered right before you fell asleep against him.