why don't we imagines

"asking for help doesnt make you weak" ↳ d.s

you sighed as you attempted to get out of bed, but with this stupid cast, you could barely do anything.

last week jack was attempting to teach you how to skate board. eventually, you had the hang out it.. or so you two thought.

you attempted to do some trick jack had shown you with the ramp when suddenly it all went wrong and not too long after, you were in the hospital with a broken leg.

daniel was furious at jack but you assured him it wasn't his fault.

ever since you had the cast, you had to have help going up the stairs, down the stairs, taking a shower, getting out of bed and getting in.

you felt weak and you were sure you appeared weak to the guys as well.

you were sick of annoying them and asking for their help constantly so you decided to do it on your own this time.

your bed was pretty high up off the ground which is why you needed help getting in and out. but this time, you were going to do it alone.

you couldn't make them think you were weak anymore. you didn't want to feel weak anymore.

sitting up, you hung your legs off your bed, looking at the small space you have to jump down to be completely off.

you were going to just hop down with your good leg but instead, you slipped, falling on your bad leg.

you yelled in pain as you hit the floor. pain shooting through your left leg all through your body.

daniel was downstairs with the guys eating breakfast when he heard your yell and a thud.

he put his plate down quickly and ran up the stairs, the boys following.

"y/n! are you okay? what're you doing?" he spoke quickly, rushing to your side to help you up but you pushed him off.

"y/n?" he questioned when you pushed him away.

"i'm not weak, daniel." you said sharply.

the boys took this as a signal to leave, so they did.

"what?" daniel questioned, kneeling down to be at your level.

you sighed, frustrated when you couldn't get up.

daniel saw you struggling and tried helping you again, but you pushed him off once more.

"y/n, seriously. what's going on?" he asked, moving the strand of hair in your face behind your ear.

you sighed, giving up as you leaned against the bed.

"i just hate having to ask you guys for help with everything i do. it makes me look weak. i hate it." you explained.

daniel furrowed his eyebrows before cupping your face with his hand.

"asking for help doesn't make you weak," he says clearly, looking you in the eyes.

you look at him for a moment before nodding and allowing him to help you up.

asking for help doesn't make you weak. you repeated to yourself.