@lashtonsunicorn requested fluff, so I give you fluff! Also there is a small trigger warning, so please don't read that part if you don't want to. ~Shari!!xx♥
It was after a concert when I couldn't fight the urge anymore. My voice cracked while I was singing and I messed up on my part again. And I wanted to know what people were saying...So I went onto Twitter and sat on the floor of the bathroom.
(A/n: These aren't actual accounts and comments)
@hugmeashton: I heard @Luke5SOS did horrid at the concert tonight. Doesn't surprise me.
@calumsmyteddybear: I paid a shit load of money, just to go see @Luke5SOS ruin the show.
@hiorhey1D: @Luke5SOS Pathetic, untalented, boy. Way to disappoint us...
Tears steamed down my face as I realised just how right those tweets were. I swallow down the lump in my throat before siting up. Where did I last put it? I ask myself while digging through drawers, until my fingers meet cold metal. Ah huh!
I slide down the wall and glance down ag my phone before starting. Pathetic *cut* stupid *cut* ugly *cut* unwanted *cut* faggot *cut. As I look down at my arm, realization hits me and I gasp.
Ashton.
Ashton's going to hate me. I told him I would try not to cut again. I hear talking downstairs and I right away know who it is.
"Hey Calum, do you know where Luke went?" I swallow. "Um I think I saw him go upstairs."
I lay my head back against the wall and let all the tears slip past my eyes as blood runs down my arm. There's a small knock on the door, making me jump, and a soft comforting voice.
"Luke? Are you okay? Can I come in?"
My eyes widen and I scoot back into the corner with my arm pressed to my shirt, not caring if blood starts to stain my shirt.
"N-no Ashton. I don't w-want you to-to see me like t-this."
But as expected, the door nob turns and the door moves inward. I hide my face in my knees as I hear the door close and a soft sigh. I feel the presence of someone sitting by me making me hold my breath.
"Luke. Please let me see?" Ashton whispers.
Slowly and hesitantly I lift my head. He sighs and gently grabs my arm. He sighs again while examining the wounds. He let's go of my arm and pulls out the first aid box from under the sink. As he cleans up my arm, I stare at the ground quietly. Only thinking one thing.
He hates me...
Once he's done wrapping my arm up in gauze, he puts the box away before turning back towards me and cupping my cheeks. He presses his forehead to mine and sighs.
