5SOS preferences

Therapy

Yay! First preference :D Here ya go, in this one you go to therapy.

Luke:

“This was a nice session, y/n,” your therapist smiles at you as you walk out of her office.

“Yeah, thank you,” you send a grin back at her sheepishly.

“Y/n?” A voice from behind you asks.

You turn around to see your boyfriend, Luke Hemmings, standing at the front desk with the rest of 5 Seconds of Summer.

Your smile fades as you send a final glance to your therapist then walk towards your boyfriend.

“Luke, what are you doing here?” You ask uncomfortably, pulling at the straps on your purse.

“The boys and I were here to see some patients with schizophrenia; why are you here?” He asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug.

“I came to see my therapist,” you mumble, glancing at the floor.

“What, why?” He pulls back slightly to look at you.

You sigh and glance up into those warm, blue eyes. “I’m in a depression, Luke.”

He pulls you into his body and lets you cry quietly into his chest.

“Sh, y/n,” he whispers to you, “I’ll be here for you.”

Michael:

“Thank you again, Clara,” you call out as you walk down the steps of the therapy building.

“No problem, honey!” She yells from behind you before closing the door.

You look up to see your boyfriend, Michael standing in front of his car.

You smile at the sight of him and run towards him into his arms.

He laughs and buries his face into your neck.

“How’d it go babe?” He asks you.

“It went well,” you sigh.

He pulls back to look into your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I feel so guilty, putting all of my problems on another person. It’s for me to handle,” you admit.

He laughs. “Y/n, it’s her job.”

“I know, but still,” you defend yourself.

He pulls back to grab your hands. “Look, baby, we’ll get you out of therapy soon. You’re so close to recovering from your depression. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Mikey. Let’s go home.”

Calum:

“Thank you so much, Lisa,” You close the door to your apartment after yelling out to your therapist Lisa who came over for another appointment.

You sigh in happiness, leaning against the door.

“So? How’d it go?” Your boyfriend Calum shows up in the doorway from the living room to the hallway.

You grin, pushing off against the door and walking up to Calum.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“She says I’m so close to being completely better,” you smile up at him as he returns it with a loving look.

“That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you babe,” he tells you.

You lean your head against his chest as he rocks you two back and forth.

“You know, I never thought I would get out of that mess of a depression,” you mumble into his body. “Heck, I never thought one person would be able to get me out of that situation.

“But then you came along, Cal, and I can’t thank you enough,” you start to cry.

“Sh, y/n/n, sh,” he hushes you and pulls back to stare into your eyes, “I’m so proud of you.

“You’re so brave.”

Ashton:

“Babe, what’s this?” You hear a voice from behind you ask as you cook dinner.

You turn around to see your boyfriend Ashton standing in the doorway of your kitchen with your journal and a bloody blade.

He slowly opens the book and starts to read.

You just watch.

He looks up at you, tears brimming in his eyes.

He walks towards you, dropping the book and the blade on a table as he passes.

He stands in front of you and slowly lifts up your sleeve, wanting to see if it’s true.

He gasps at the pale white and pink slashes on your forearm.

He looks up into your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers to you.

“It’s just so hard, Ash,” your voice cracks.

He pulls you into him and lets you cry into his chest.

“Just relax, y/n. You’re so much better than this. I love you, I love you so much.” He pulls back to look at you in the eye. “We’ll get you help. We’ll get you therapy, y/n, I don’t want you doing this anymore. Okay?”

You nod, wiping your tears away.

“Good; you’re too beautiful for this.”

“Do you smell something burning?” You ask him, your voice hoarse. “Oh crap, the noodles!” You turn around back to focus on making your dinner.

You can hear him chuckle and go to put the journal and blade away.