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He finds out you cut

Ashton:

You stand in front of the mirror in your bedroom, only in your bra and underwear.

Ashton’s at the recording studio.

You eye the pink and pale white marks stretched across your thighs.

The battle scars.

You don’t call them cuts, because that sounds too brutal.

Like you wanted to force pain upon yourself.

You hear a noise and look up to see Ashton looking at you from your bedroom door.

You react quickly, grabbing the blanket off of your bed and wrapping it around you.

“Why would you do that to yourself, princess?” Ashton walks towards you and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you into his body where you rest your head on his chest.

“Depression,” you choke out the one word before you burst into tears.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. I’ll help you through this. You won’t go through this alone. You’re worth too much. Just set the blade down,” he rubs your back assuring.

Michael:

“Michael give it back!” You reach for your phone that your boyfriend, Michael, was holding above his head.

He laughs, but the laughter abruptly stops. “What’s that?” He asks.

You follow his gaze to your stomach. Your shirt has risen and the scars from the past are showing.

You immediately lower your arms and pull your shirt down, avoiding eye contact.

He sets your phone down but you don’t reach for it.

He wraps one of his arms around your waist and uses the other to pull your shirt up. He traces one of the marks with his pointer finger.

“Why did you do this?” He asks you gently.

You don’t respond.

“You’re too amazing to do this to yourself, Y/N. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind, you’re beautiful, you’re perfection,” he compliments you.

“I hated life,” you mumble.

“But do you love life now?” He asks. You nod. He pulls you into a hug. “Good. Because I can’t live without you beside me.”

Luke:

You rest on the couch, your legs pulled you and a book in your lap.

“What’s that?” Your boyfriend, Luke, asks from the other side of the couch.

You follow his eyes to your thigh.

Your shorts are pulled up a little more due to you sitting down, and your cuts are showing. You immediately put your legs straight out and pull your shorts down a little, hoping to cover the cuts a little better.

“Y/N, were those cuts?” He asks you cautiously.

You sigh, standing up. Luke stands up as well and walks up to you.

He wraps an arm around your waist to stop you from walking away and lifts one short leg up to show pale pink marks.

“Oh honey,” he pulls you into his arms.

You wrap your arms around him as well. But you don’t cry.

“I felt so alone back then, Luke,” you tell him quietly, “but now I have you.”

“Yes, you do. And I’m never letting you go,” he kisses the top of your head.

Calum:

“Y/N your brother called yesterday,” Calum tells you as he walks into the living room where you sit on the couch, writing fan fiction on your laptop.

“Oh really, what’d he say?” You look up at Calum.

“Well, he told me something quite interesting.” Calum sits down on the couch next to you and looks at you with a serious expression on his face. “He told me to check your arms.”

You wrap the ends of your sweater sleeves around your hands as your face grows red.

“Do you know why he would tell me to do that, Y/N?” Calum pushes you to admit it. You shake your head, avoiding eye contact. “I’m going to check your arms then.”

“Okay fine,” you confess, “I used to cut. And I cut a week ago while you were on tour and I got so lonely…”

He takes your computer off your lap and then sets it on the coffee table. He pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses.

“Don’t do this to yourself, Y/N. You’re worth so much more. I love you so much, you don’t even know. Don’t cut anymore.”

“Okay. I won’t cut.”

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