One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Wounds (Liam)

"Babe lets arm wrestle!" Liam exclaimed suddenly. You were both seated on your back yard porch, eating lunch. Just chilling out maxin relaxing all cool.

"Okay!" You agreed, sticking your arm out.

"Nah babe! You gotta do it the professional way!"

"And how is that then?" You asked. He started to roll up his sleeves, until they met his elbows. You took a look at his forearms and saw the slightly visible scars, though he could care less about them now. He has everything he wanted in life. You gulped as you started to feel sick.

"C'mon" he said, motioning for you to roll them up. You shook your head, and he gave you a questioning look.

"Why not? Ill do it for you then" he stated, starting to tug on your shirt

"No!" You cried out, shocked by your sudden outburst. You bit your lip and rolled your sleeve back down. You knew that Liam was catching on

"Let me see your arm." He stated firmly, holding out his hand. You shook your head, keeping your hands intertwined in your lap

"Y/N/N"

"No Li"

"Please. Just let me see" he asked, giving you that pleading look that you just couldn't say no to. The intense glare had your eyes locked, and you didn't even notice him taking your arm, and pulling the sleeve down. He looked down, breaking your gaze, which caused you to follow his eyes. Scattered over your arm were dozens of marks, new and old. You heard him sigh, staring at your arm. You watched him intensely, but he wouldn't meet your gaze. Instead, he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, into the kitchen. He sat you down on a stool, and lightly grabbed your arm again.

"I just want to know why, Y/N" he let out, running his ringers over the scars

"I don't know" you whispered, starting to tear up

"Of course you know. You can tell me . You can tell me anything you know that" he said. This time, for a reply he just got a simple shrug. He sighed and went to a draw, pulling out a small knife.

"Doing that, it...it hurts the people you love." He said, getting a grip on the knife, holding it to his wrist, looking you dead in the eye

"If I were to do this, right now, in front of you, what would you do?" He asked, keeping the knife still

"I-...I would not be happy"

"And..?"

"And...and I would be hurt, because I care for you and don't want to see you get hurt"

"And what you just said, sums up how I feel." He said, few tears running down his face.

"For everyone you do from now on, I do from now on. Please Y/N, I love you so much. I would do anything for you. I hate seeing you hurt, and in pain. Especially if you do it to yourself. Tell me how I can fix it. Tell me how to make it go away. I will help you. Because I love you" he kneeled down in front of you, looking up at you. He took his thumb and wiped away the tears falling down from your cheeks, and then kissed each cheek.

"I'm not good enough for you Liam" you sniffled. Liam opened his mouth slightly but you continued on.

"I'm fat, ugly, mess up everything, I'm so boring I'm a horrible girlfriend. Why are you even with me?! You can't change this mess. " you admitted, crying even harder. Liam stood up and allowed your head to rest on his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles into your back

"Never ever ever ever say that again. You are the most wonderful, prettiest girl out there. You are the opposite of boring, and you are not one but fat. You are average and I love your curves. You are perfect. And I question myself all the time, why did this wonderful girl pick me? And ever since that first day I have always wondered that. I guess we will both never know the answer, but you should know, that I love you, till the end of time."