James.
You was sat down, on the cold titled floor, of yours and James' flat, tears streaming down your face, you was crying over all the hate the fans were giving you, it felt like high school all over again, you used to get bullied everyday. The one thing that helped you was that razor blade, as you sat there thousand of words, that they were saying was eating at you
@_________ I don't see what James seens in y/n she's nothing but a ugly slut, he deserves so much better
@_________ why is she even breathing? She's nothing special.
That was just a few of them and James wasn't here to comfort you, he was out at the studio an wasn't due home for another 2 hours. You turned you head to your bathroom sink and the first thing that caught your eyes was the one thing that has been controlling your life.... The razor you stood up, and picked it up, and placed it against your skin, but just When you went to do it, you heard a door slam which made you jump
You heard James call you throughout the house but you ignored it, and did it with tears streaming down your face, y/n where are you? You heard James shout, as you heard foot steps walking up the stairs and your bedroom door open, he called you again y/n this isn't funny where are you babe? The bathroom door opened, and James looked at you frozen on the spot, the after a few minutes he walked over to you, took the blade from you and brought your into a hug, you couldn't help but burst into tears. He held you close, he didn't say a word, just held you close, and kissed you on your head until you was ready to speak.
Hey guys, I know I said I'm not going to be writing for a while, but id managed to think of what to put, and this was the first thing to come to my mind, and if you do self harm you can always message me I'll be here for you and listen to you don't got through it alone.
I love you all
