The Janoskians Preferences

A match into water (song reference)

Luke: "Make me a promise here tonight."

He rushed to your side practically ripping the towel rack off the wall as he grabbed a small hand towel. “I-i’m sorry.” You choked out. “Why?! Why would you do this?! You were doing so good, (Y/N)!” He applies the heaviest pressure he can to the gashes across your leg with the towel. “Please don’t be mad at me.” You cried. He sighs. “I’m not, I’m not.” “You aren’t?” A small hiccup interrupted your cries. “No. I’m just disappointed. You were doing so good.” He looks you in the eye. You can see the tears filling his eyes. “Don’t cry, please. It was just a moment of weakness. I’m so sorry, Luke.” “Please, promise me that you’ll stop.” You stay quiet not wanting to hurt him, knowing you couldn’t promise such things. “Promise me that as long as I’m here by your side you will get through this, please.” “I-i promise, Luke. I promise.”

Jai: "She’s mine! You stay away from her it’s not her time!"

He pushed the door open. The lights were dim and the music pretty loud. “I understand your love for this band but you should turn it down a bit, babe!” Jai yells over it. Finally he realizes your laying in your bed. He notices how unusual this is because he talked to you yesterday and told you he’d be over by 3:30 and you never take naps. He walks over to your unconscious body and begin to try to wake you. “Come on, get up. We’ve got to get going.” Panic rushes through his body as you don’t respond. “(Y/N) wake up. This isn’t funny!” He takes a step back to observe you and the state you’re in, maybe to find sign of you playing a joke. There is none. You are not breathing and he notices a prescription pill bottle beside you. He quickly picks it up to find it empty. “No!” He screams and proceeds to pull your body from the bed. “No! You can’t take her from me! Not now!” He begins to pump your stomach as tears pour down his face and screams emanate from his mouth. ”Please! Please breathe!” How would he tell your mother and father? How would he tell your friends from school? Please, he begged, please just wake up. Wait, wait, could it be? Coughs, hard, loud coughs erupted from your mouth and you began vomiting excessively. Relief rushes through his body. Despite your now soiled shirt he pulls you as close to his body as he can. 

Daniel: "When it’s sudden death we fight back."

After months of examining his girlfriend’s unhealthy habits he came to a startling conclusion, a secret she’d been keeping for years now. Daniel’s beloved girlfriend, (Y/N) has Bulimia. What could he do? Should he tell you? Should he be angry and filled with rage? Should he be sad and upset? He didn’t know how to handle this. But he has to now. Now he has no choice but to find a way to help stop this or watch the one he loves die. They’d found out her unhealthy habit has caused her to become severely dehydrated and has caused Hypokalemia. He watches her fragile body sleep in the seemingly hard and uncomfortable hospital bed. How could this happen? What caused this? How could he not have known, it was obvious. She groans in pain and opens her eyes to spot Daniel in the doorway. “Daniel, what are you doing here?” Her voice hoarse and rough. “I just want you to get better, (Y/N).” He moves to her bedside and grabs her delicate hand. “I’m gonna help you get better. I’ll be here through everything and I promise you I will never leave you to do this alone. Do you understand me?” “Yes.” “They say you’re pulling through. You’re going to be okay.” He smiles slightly. “I’m sorry you have to go through this with me.” She apologizes. “No, it’s not your fault. We’re going to fight back and you’re going to get so much better.”

Beau: "I still think you’re beautiful, and I don’t ever wanna lose my bestfriend."

Beau runs his fingers across the scars running up and down her arms. “So this is why you won’t take you hoodie’s off and why you always where long sleeves.” She nods. “How long have you done this?” “Too long.” He sighs. “I don’t ever want to lose you, (Y/N).  I think you are absolutely beautiful. You don’t deserve to hurt the way you do. I’m gonna help you the best I can, okay? But you have to want to get help and help yourself.” She nods. “Alright. I want it. I want help.” “I love you.” He pulls her into a hug.

James: "I kissed the scars on her skin."

James just sits speechless. “I had no idea you did this.” He holds her wrist in his hand. “How could I not see it? You’re always so unhappy.” “I just need to tell someone. I want to be happy again and I didn’t know who to tell.” “I’m glad you told me.” He smiles. “I’m more than happy and willing to help you get better. There’s nothing I want more than that.” She hugs him. “Thank you, James.”

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