Imagines

Somewhere In Neverland - Alex Gaskarth

Gaskarth - finds out about her selfharm/comforts her after a nightmare

You have had a rough childhood and because of it, you had recurring nightmares. Sometimes, after one, you would consult your trusty metal friend and seek refuge in it’s cold touch.

Then you met Alex. The Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low and he changed your life, flipped it upside down. He would always hold you through the terror of nightmares and hold you instead of giving you up to the razor. The habbit was almost gone, but the nightmares weren’t.

*nightmare scene*

"Why would they do that!?" you screamed out as you smashed the front door closed.

“They knew how much I need him…” you trailed off and slipped down the door, holding your tearstained face in your hands.

The fans have been horrible to you for two weeks, telling Alex about how you were a nobody, a no lifer and a waste of his time and telling him about a girl named Lisa, how she was way better and that he should totally date her.

After a week, you started doubting yourself and seeked relief in your little pencil sharpener.

Today you had had enough again and ventured lipmly to your bathroom, looking for one of Alex’s shaving razors. When you found it, you quickly took the metal out of and it soon traced your shoulderblade, slashing it line by line until you could find no more room. You then placed it on your forearm and engraved “27.02.” in it. The date of your first All Time Low concert and when you first met Alex. Just as you were finished and started bandaging yourself, you heard Alex shout out for you from the living room.

“Coming!” yoy quickly answered and struggled to get every cleaned up.

“Hey, princess,” Alex said while walking through the halls, his voice closing in “How was your day? Wanna go-” he stopped as he saw your bloody bandages

“What happened??” he panicked and ran over to you, taking your arms in his hands

“I lost another battle…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I have been cutting for two weeks” you mumbled

“Okay, now I’ve had enough of you and your pathetic little games!” Alex spat out and you went into a state of utter shocked

“You think I wouldn’t leave you because I’d be afraid you’d commit suicide or something?”

Your jaw dropped and you were out of words

“Well, missy,” he said in an ironic tone “You were dead wrong. This” he pointed to the floor “Is the last time I pull you out of your own shit”

He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you frozen in place. You tried to go after him, but your legs were glued to the floor and blood came running down your arms, forming a giant pool underneath you and it read “Such a shame”

*nightmare over*

While you were dreaming, you kicked the corner of the chest of drawers beside your bed but didn’t wake up until you hit Alex’s shoulder.

He gasped and turned around to see you kicking and squirming, panting in your sleep. At first he smirked because he got it all wrong, but when a choked out scream got out of you, he took you in his arms.

“Shhh, princess, what’s wrong?” he cooed as he rocked you back and forth.

You gripped the collar of his t-shirt harder and sobbed when you were finally able to open your eyes

“Babe, was it another nightmare?”

“No.” you whispered quickly

“Yes it was, I can tell.” he kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer

“What was it about, love? Can I help you in any way?”

“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want it to come true”

“It’s gonna be okay, whatever it is, I’ll always be here, you know that, babe” he said and placed a small kiss on your pale lips.

You sighed and looked into his eyes.

“I-I-I dreamt about…” you paused and took a deep breath “You finding out about my selfharm problem and walking out on me when I needed you the most” you looked into his eyes timidly and waited for his response.

At first, fear washed over his face, but when it sank in, he engulfed you in a strong hug and made you promise

“Promise me, babe, that this was the last time you’ve doubted my love!” he joked “And this was the last time you glided a razor against that pretty skin of yours, okay? I’m right here for you, always.”

You smiled and took the shape of his embrace, feeling warm and safe for once.

“I promise. And also, I promise to always tell you about my nightmares!” you chimed

“There are no nightmares in Neverland!”

You looked at him and raised your eyebrow.

“I wanna be your lost boy, your last chance,” he started singing and you hummed along “Your ‘everything better’ plan, ohhh, somewhere in Neverland”

You whispered “Somewhere in Neverland” as he sang it and placed your head on his shoulder, gently wrapped in his arms.