When You Fall (ON HOLD)

I'll Always Be There For You

Trigger warning for mentions of suicide and self harm

-Two Hours Later-

I rub my eyes as I start to wake up, feeling myself laying against something warm. I guess when the guys found me I cried so much I had eventually fallen asleep. My wrist aches and I let out an involuntary whimper. When I do I feel someone pull my wrist up and gently plant a kiss there. I look up to see Andrew, still holding me. I make eye contact with him and he smiles, sitting up in the bed a little bit more.

"Oh good, you're up." He smiles, rubbing a hand on my back.

"You, you stayed?" I croak. He looks at me in disbelief.

"Of course I did. I'll always be there for you when you need me Emily." I smile. "But, what happened? You had come so far."

"It was Ethan." Andrew looks at me confused.

"The guy from Starbucks? What did he do?" His jaw clenches.

"Well we were hanging out, and we started making out and things escalated and," I pause, embarrassed. Andrew rubs my back again gently.

"What happened? It's okay." He kisses my wrist again gently and waits for me to continue.

"He saw my scars." I whisper. Andrew kept looking me in the eye, urging me to continue. "He pushed me. Told me I was ugly with the scars and that he didn't want me anymore" I sniffled as he hugged me tighter. "He told me to get out, and to, to go kill myself or something." I gulped.

"Was that, was that what you were trying to do? Kill yourself?" I feel Andrew squeeze me tighter as he speaks, sadness in his voice.

"No! Of course not." He sighs in relief as I continue "When I got home, I had a panic attack. I tried calling you guys. No one was answering and I didn't know what else to do. I was scared." I start crying again. He wipes my tear with the hand that had been holding my wrist, his other hand still on my back, refusing to let me go. "I was scared and alone and felt unwanted and unloved and ugly and-" Andrew cuts me off, wiping another tear.

"Hey, hey, stop. It's okay. You don't need to be scared. You're not alone anymore. And you are wanted and you are loved. We love you. I love you." He whispers the last part to himself so that I won't hear him, but I do. He holds my face in his hands as he stares into my eyes. "And don't ever think that you are ugly." He states sternly. "You are beautiful."

"But, the scars," I stammer.

"Even with the scars. I've told you before and I'll tell you as many times as you need me to. You are beautiful, even with your scars. They make you who you are. Okay?" I nod as he kisses my forehead.

"Thanks Andrew." I smile.

"We have to tell the others though, they're worried about you." He explains gently. I shake my head.

"I don't want them to know about Ethan. Andrew please." I beg as he shushes me.

"Okay, it's okay. We'll just tell them you had a panic attack, we'll leave the Ethan part out. Alright?" I nod.

"O-Okay" I smile and climb off of him. I wince once more as my arm throbs again. He grabs my hand gently and places another light kiss over the bandage. When he's done he continues to hold my hand and looks at me, his cheeks turning pink.

"Emily, I, uh..."

"Yes, Andrew?"

"I, I really like you. No, I, um, I love you." I smile as he talks, he's cute when he's flustered. "And I know you just had a bad breakup, literally a few hours ago so if you don't want to I understand, but, uh, I was wondering if, maybe you'd want to go out some time? If you don't that's okay I just-" He was rambling, I speak up, interrupting.

"Andrew, I'd love to." I smile up at him and give his hand a small squeeze. I had always liked him, but I didn't think he felt the same way. That's why I had went out with Ethan. I'm so happy that he feels the same way that it almost makes the pain from everything that happened earlier go away. He grins and then leans down, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Let's go talk to everyone" He opens the door and we walk to the living room, hand in hand.