One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#105. He finds out you self harm.

He finds out you self harm.

Harry: “What are you doing?” He whispered from the bathroom doorway as you stood there with a handful of pills inches from your lips. You stared at him through the mirror, letting your hand fall away from your mouth staying silent. “[Y/N]…I asked you a question.” He said still in a quiet voice from his spot by the door. Feeling your eyes grow wet you allowed your eyes to cast downward, away from his hard questioning stare. “Why are you taking so many pills at once?” His voice getting closer to you with each word. You still said nothing as you watched his hand inch closer to yours, which still held onto the pills tightly. He pried it opened, staring down at 8 benadryl capsules. He took the capsules out of your hand tossing them smoothly into the toilet before turning your body to face him. He gently raised your chin, forcing you to stare up into his concerned green eyes. “Were…were you really going to take all of them?” He asked in a hushed tone. You nodded slowly, the tears rolling slowly down your cheeks. “But…why?” “S…so I don’t feel anything…” You explained under your breath. He let out an uneasy breath as he continued staring down into your eyes. “Please…don’t…please don’t do that…it could kill you. And I don’t want to lose you…not like that…not because you did it yourself. [Y/N] just…just promise me you won’t do it anymore. You’ll never take them again. I can’t lose you.” He breathed, his eyes now full of tears. “Promise me babe…” He mouthed as tears toppled over his lower eyelids. You nodded your head…even if you were lying.

Liam: He sat beside you on the bed staring down hardly at the knife placed in front of him. He discretely tried to sniffle. “How long?” he breathed rubbing at his eyes. You stared down at your thighs, jaws clenched trying hard to ignore the question he’s been asking for a few minutes now. “Please tell me how long, [Y/N]?” He said choking on a sob. “A few years.” You murmured letting your eyes travel over the newly bandaged cuts on your thighs. You heard him let out a whimper beside you as his head fell into his hands. You sat there and listened to him sobbing beside you, not able to look over at him. “You wont stop…will you?” He asked his voice cracking slightly as he scooted closer to you the bed. You let your eyes shut, shaking your head no…you couldn’t just stop. “B…but even if you know h…how badly it hurts me to know you do it…you still won’t stop.” He stammered over his words as his hand rubbed softly over your bandaged leg. You shook your head once again, opening your eyes and staring down at his hand. “I'm sorry.” You said quietly continuing to watch his hand rub over your thigh soothingly…even though the cuts haven’t hurt in a few years now. His hand your leg felt comforting.

Louis: After following you into the restroom he stood there with tears in his eyes as he watched you gently get down on your knees in front of the toilet and emptied your stomach. “Stop.” He whispered from behind you, frightening you and causing you to fall down on your butt. You whipped furiously at your mouth, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why are you doing this?” He asked softly taking a seat beside you on the bathroom ground. “Is it because you think you’re not skinny enough…is it because of the fans…what is it?” He choked out staring at you intently grabbing a hold of your hand. He let his eyes travel down to your hand noticing teeth marks on the back of it. “Talk to me…tell me why you’re doing this to yourself.” He said sadly. “[Y/N] please talk to me…I need to know.” He pleaded but you stayed silent. You’d been caught, doing something you’ve been doing for a few years. You hid it really well…but not well enough if Lou’s found out. “If you wont talk to me…will you talk to someone else…I can take you to someone…just please stop.” He breathed.

Niall: Grabbing a hold of your wrists he held a rag over it, applying as much pressure as he could. His tears dropping down onto your arm as he sobbed silently. He’d found you on the bathroom floor with a blank expression upon your face as blood trickled down your wrist. “How did I not know?” He whispered to himself. “How did I not see that my princess was so broken inside?” “I'm fine…” You murmured back to him making his eyes rise upon your face. “You’re not fine…not if you do this, [Y/N]…you’re anything but fine princess.” He said sniffling. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stared back into his eyes. You’ve never seen them so sad before…not until tonight. “Never again.” He said in an undertone. “You’ll never do this again…not while I'm around.” You nodded your head curtly. “Promise me princess…if you feel the urge to do it you’ll come to me. You come to me…and I can help you.” He said sadly choking on his tears. “I can help you.” He said softly letting his gaze fall for your eyes back down onto where his hands were applying pressure.

Zayn: He ran a finger of the scars on your wrist, occasionally glancing back up into your eyes. “These are old right?” He asked softly bringing your wrist closer to his face to get a better look. You bit down on the insides of your cheeks, not answering the question. “[Y/N] tell me these are old.” He said his voice slightly cracking. You gently pulled your wrist out of his gasp letting it fall down to your side. “It’s no different from your tattoos.” You mumbled indirectly answering his question. He shook his head bringing his hand up running it quickly through his hair. “No it’s not…you’re hurting yourself [Y/N]…” He said in a shaky voice. “Why do you do it?” He asked staring down at your wrist which was by your side. “I'm not hurting anyone…” You muttered dodging the question. “You’re hurting me [Y/N]…” He said his eyes landing on yours once more, filled with tears. “You’re hurting me…stop…just stop.” He breathed.