alphabetical imagines [NHC]

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"I just don't know what to do" You speak down the phone to your friend, she was the only person you thought you could go too since she would be feeling the same.

"It's hard, but try logging out all your social medias for a week, don't look at any of it because it'll only make you feel worse" She replies

"I've tried that before, it just doesn't stop" You almost whisper

You had been getting hate for months, all because of the boy you were dating. You could usually handle it, nothing ever seemed bad. Until tonight, it was getting more and more violent in the past week, you couldn't escape it.

"Trust me, it gets better, maybe speak to George when he gets home" She sighs in sympathy, she had been dating Blake for almost a year now and she handled all this so well.

"Thank you El, i'll speak to you tomorrow" You breath out

"Bye Y/N, love you" She responds

"Love you" You speak before ending the call

The screen immediately goes to your homescreen, spotting the twitter app you click on it mindlessly. Floods of DMs and notifications pop up at the bottom of your screen and for some reason you end up scrolling through it all.

You had been so focused on all the abuse you didn't realise tears had started to fall from your eyes and quickly checking the time you realised you hadn't started making dinner yet for you and the boys.

They didn't mind you staying in their apartment but you felt bad so would offer to cook dinner for them three times a week, the other three cooking the rest of the nights and ordering takeout on a sunday.

You drop your phone and walk to the bathroom, trying your best to wash your face so it wasn't obvious you had been crying. You then wander downstairs and into the kitchen.

The plan was to cook a Lasagne tonight but there wouldn't be enough time now, you started making a spaghetti bolognese instead. Grabbing out a sauce pan you put the mince on and also a pot of pasta.

Searching through the freezer you found a garlic bread baguette and put that into the oven to cook. You mind was still repeating all the words you had read earlier on. You grabbed a drink of water to try and calm yourself and took deep breaths.

As you were taking the pot of pasta to drain you heard the front door open, the boys coming in with lots of noise making you jump and drop the pot of boiling water straight onto the floor, scolding your arms and legs.

"Y/N" George shouts hearing the loud bang

You felt all your emotions build up inside you at that very moment and just froze, tears welling up in your eyes. You really did feel worthless and unable to do anything.

"Oh my god are you okay? Y/N? Babe? What's wrong" George rushes straight over to you wrapping you in a hug and pulling you away from the main area of the kitchen

"I'm so sorry did we make you jump?" Reece asks appearing in the room immediately spotting the flood of water on the floor

You don't speak, how do you explain to them that you just can't handle it anymore, everything is getting too much?

"Y/N?" George speaks again

"Please don't cry, we can fix this it's okay" He tries to soothe you pulling you in closer and rubbing your back

"Wait did you burn yourself, your legs are bright red" Reece panics

George pulls away and looks down at your legs and sure enough you had patches of red where the water had fallen on you. He sits you on the worktop and him and Reece grab wet towels and place them on your legs and hands.

"Please talk to me?" George pleads

"Why can't I do anything anymore? I'm so stupid" You look up at him, his eyes full of worry

"What do you mean? You're not stupid" He replies

"I am, look at me i'm a mess, you deserve so much better" You look down suddenly regretting even mentioning it

"I'll leave you two alone" Reece awkwardly says before leaving

"What's brought this on babe, you know I love you?" George says

"I can't do this anymore George, all I get is hate and I don't know how much more I can take" You whimper looking down, he doesn't respond

"I think I need to leave for a little while" You add, this being the last thing you ever wanted to do

"No, please don't say that" He pleads

"You are perfect exactly as you are, if anything I don't deserve you, you are so loved and so beautiful and I genuinely can't remember life without you, so please don't leave, we'll get through this together, no one else's opinion matters but ours" He adds

You looks up into his eyes and see hurt, sadness, worry, tears building up in his ocean blue orbs. You can't do this to him, you love him, just like he loves you.

"I-" You try to speak but your voice cracks

"When will it stop?" You ask

"I'll make it stop, I'll make all your pain go away because i'd do anything to keep you happy" He replies softly

You just wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head on in his neck, his arms pulling you in tight.

"I'm sorry" You mumble

"Please don't be sorry, this isn't your fault" He whispers back

"How about we have a nice bath, i'll order in pizza and we can cuddle in bed" He pulls away a little making you sit up

You nod your head and try to give him a little smile despite how awful you felt inside, he picks you up and carries you upstairs where he sits you on the bed whilst he runs the bath across the hall, you watch him pour in plenty of bubble bath and then close the door.

Seconds later he opens it again and walks into the bedroom, he takes your hand and guides you into the bathroom. Candles lit up along the far edge of the bath. He closes the door behind the both of you and locks it before removing his clothes and sliding into the bath. You follow him and strip off your hoodie and shorts, sliding into the bath with him. You lay between his legs, your back against his chest as his arms wrap around your stomach.

"I love you G" You speak quietly

"I'm so thankful to have you in my life"

"I love you too Y/N/N" He kisses the top of your head softly

The both of you lay there for almost an hour, just talking and letting things out, getting everything off your chest calmly and knowing you'd have George no matter what happened, he was a keeper.