Poofless One Shot

Heyyy guys! So I'm really excited about this one shot. #Poofless has always been my favorite ship so I wanted to write about them but I didn't want to start another long story. Yeah... Enjoy!

Warning: strong language, some heated scenes, and self harm.

Preston's pov

I don't know how long I can take it anymore. The voices and the hate. They're all telling me to do the same thing. Cut.

"come on Preston, you know you want to"

No! I have to stay strong for Rob.

"he doesn't care about you. He doesn't love you. He never will!"

You're right...

"of course I am. Hurry! Grab the blade! Press it against your wrist. You'll feel better" he whispers. I run into my bathroom and grab the blade I hide from Rob. I roll up my jacket sleeve and look at all my scares. I haven't done this in months. I smile as I press it against my wrist.

One for being worthless

Two for being ugly

Three for Rob

Four for being gay

Five for the voices. Now there was a small puddle of blood on the floor. I smile and continue.

Six for not being loved

Seven for the hate.

Eight for- I was cut off by someone calling my name.

"Preston! I'm home!"

It was Rob. "shit shit shit." I curse quietly. He can't know. I quickly grab a towel and press it on my arm. I didn't even notice I was crying until I feel the tears running down my face.

"Preston? What's wrong?" I hear him yell though the door.

"nothing! I-im F-fine." Dammit. why did I have to stutter?!

"Preston open the door!"

"No! I said I'm fine."

"Open the fucking door or I'll break it down."

"Just leave me alone! you don't care about me. You want me to die! YOU DONT LOVE ME"

"I'm coming in!" he says ramming into the door several times before the door breaks and he comes running in. His face shows shock, fear, and the worst of all, disappointment.

"Preston... why?" was all he said. I don't say anything. I just shake my head and continue to cry.

Robs pov

His cry fills the room. I run up to him and look at the cuts he made. Eight in total. I look down into his eyes. They show fear. I wash and bandage his cuts. The whole time neither of of us say anything. Once I cleaned up the blood on the floor I wrap my arms around his waist and cry onto his shoulder. I hate when he does this. I hate to see him so hurt and scared. He wraps his arms around my neck and crys with me. I pull away and ask

"why did you say I want you to die? Preston you know you're my best friend." I struggle on the words "best friend" because I think so much more of him.

"Rob I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." He looks down. I can't hold it in any longer. I grab his chin softly and look straight into his eyes. I crash my lips onto his. At first he doesn't do anything. But he soon realizes what's happening and kisses back. I felt fireworks going off all around us. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. I lick and tug on his lip with my teeth and he opens his mouth. Our tongues dance together. We pull away for a second to breathe before going back for more. I suck softly on his tongue and he moans. That instantly turns me on so I push him against the wall. With his hands around my neck, I move my hands down from his waist to his hips. I pull away and kiss his jawline down to his neck. I kiss all over trying to fine his sweet spot. I know I've found it when he moans and whimpers. I suck and nibble on that spot. "R-rob, please." He moans. I smile and pull away. I grab his hand and pull him into my room. I slip my shirt and pants off and he does the same. With us both in just our boxers, we climb into bed. I pull the blankets over us and I put my arms around him and pull him close.

"Preston please don't ever leave me. You're my best friend and I don't know what I would do without you. I-" I was cut off by him saying

"you see that's the thing! I'm your best friend. And you think nothing else of me. It hurts to see you every day knowing you'll never love me back. I-i hate it Rob! I hate seeing you flirt with girls in public because it makes me so jealous! God dammit Robert! You're driving me crazy! That's one of the reasons I cut!" he sits up and yells at me. My jaw drops and I immediately feel terrible.

"Preston, I love you. The only reason I flirt with girls was because I was hoping it would get your attention. I would die without you." I tell him in a soft voice. I had no idea I was the reason he cuts. I start to cry so I get up and walk out of the room. I need a moment to think. I run my fingers though my hair and let out a shaky breath. How could I not see it?

Preston's pov

He gets up and leaves the room. I should probably follow him and tell him I love him too, but I can't bring myself to go after him. I'm scared, scared to be rejected. I sigh loudly and get up to follow him. He's down stairs standing in front of a window, watching a soft rain fall. I go up behind him and wrap my hands around his waist. I rest my head on his warm, naked back.

"I love you too"