Roadtrip Imagines BoyxBoy||COMPLETED

Imagine #79 (Rylyn)

Requested By RyemylovE
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Brooklyn Wyatt
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I noticed Rye hasn't been...Rye lately. What I mean is he isn't smiling, he isn't happy, he is reserved as before he was open with all of us. I'm worried. I'm scared that there is something wrong with Rye. I'm getting down to the bottom of it.

We were at the studio right now and Rye has just got done with his part after redoing it three times. He never had to redo that many times.

I caught him just as he was going outside.

"Tell me." I said pulling him into a bedroom.

"Tell you what?" Rye asked confused.

"What's wrong? You haven't been yourself for the last month." I said.

"Brooklyn...nothing is wrong I promise." Rye said as he kissed my cheek and walked out.

There is definitely something wrong because he wouldn't just go and kiss me on the cheek like that.

Yep. Something is definitely up.

On the way back from the studio Rye crashed. He had fallen asleep because I knew he was tired. He was up quite late last night and only got 3 hours of sleep. Yes I do notice these things.

He had his head in my lap and hands under his head to give a little more support. Luckily we were in the back when I noticed it.

His sleeves were up just enough were I could see the cuts and scars. I was mortified. How can someone so happy be so depressed all the sudden?

He stirred and woke up. Looking up at me in my eyes he knew what I was crying about.

He quickly pulled the sleeves down and sat up.

I again pulled him back to the way he was earlier and he seemed to stay like that. Accept the fact that I now knew what he was doing In the bathroom and just he kinda broke.

Once we did get to the flat I lead him into the kitchen locking the door behind us then I pulled him into a hug where he broke for real.

"Why?" I choked holding him closer.

"Everything is why." He replied clutching my shirt as if I would leave him.

"I'm not going to leave I promise." I said placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

We sat there in silence. Not an awkward silence but it was a comfortable silence.

After I while I pulled him into the bathroom. I really wanted to know how bad his cutting is.

I stood there and he knew to show me where they were. After he got the razors ALL of them I threw them down the toilet and flushed. I didn't want him cutting anymore.

I then made him take his jacket off and his shirt off.

"Rye!" I yelped once I saw his wrists.

They were horrible. His arms were covered in cuts going all the way up then some cut with multiple forming an X.

"Tell me why?" I pleaded with my voice softening.

"Can I-I tell y-you l-later?" Rye choked looking at me with glossed over eyes.

I nodded kissing him softly before getting things to help clean them.

I poured the cleaning stuff over it as he jerked his arm away.

I knew it hurt but I needed him to get better.

Once I was done I wrapped them up and hugged him again as he cried letting all his emotions out.

"You're safe. Here with me. Calm down and breathe." I said running my fingers through his hair.

I knew he couldn't go to the bedroom like this so I helped him calm down before unlocking the door and going to the bed room.

Rye all sudden became shy and stayed behind me.

I climbed into Rye's bed just as he was settling down.

I enjoyed this. I wish this could happen all the time. But I knew the boys would give us shit about it.

He cuddled up to me because he was cold. I could tell.

I wrapped my arms around him proceeding to kiss his forehead and he fell asleep as I was whispering sweet nothings to him.

Rye eventually told me and the guys everything. From coming out to his parts and then his depression building up again to him cutting again.

I told him he should get therapy and he followed my advice. 

Over the next months he was getting better. I knew those thought were always on his mind but I guess me being with him helped him through a lot of it.

Hoped you enjoyed. Sorry if it sucked and wasn't what you asked for. I can always redo it.