My Famous Brother's Best Friend

Promise

" WHATS NEXT FOR THE MATES OF 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER? A NATION WIDE TOUR? YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST FOLKS, 5SOS IS HAVING AN AUSTRALIAN TOUR! "

The announcer yelled for the third time in the hour, blasting through Michaels radio. We were cuddled up on his bed since my house was obviously not a safe haven anymore. His fingers drew circles on my thigh, my cheek on his chest. His tour took off in 2 weeks, him and the boys leaving for 8 weeks. I was going to miss them but I'd be fine, it was only 2 months.

I straddled his lap, playing with him hair. He kissed me softly, his hand at the base of my neck. Our lips moved together as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I scooted closer to him, a strangled moan escaping his mouth. I pulled back, my eyes wide. What did I do?

"You grinded on me." he smirked, moving my hips back and forth. I slightly panted as he moved me, his face in pure ecstasy. Moans slipped from his lips into my mouth, making me gasp. My fingers went down to remove my shirt, pulling it off slowly and tossing it aside. Michael looked at me like a kid on christmas, we'd never been intimate before.

He massaged my breasts as I unbuttoned his jeans, our lips still in sync. Fuck, this is happening.

I gripped the hem of his sweater, pulling up slowly. Michaels hand grabbed my wrist, "Leave the shirt." he said quietly as he struggled with the button on my pants. I stood up from him, long enough to take my jeans off as well as his. I was in my undergarments and him in his sweater and boxers. I sat on his lap again, moving my hips how he showed me. His reaction was more than what I expected, tugging at my hair. I went to remove his sweater again but he stopped me. I pulled away from him, why is he so embarrassed?

"There's nothing to be embarrassed of, Michael. It's me." I said, but he removed my hand completely from the fabric. I was getting frustrated now. I slide off of him and the bed, pulling on my shirt. "Madison, no, please, I-" he said but I cut him off.

"Why are you so embarrassed of yourself? I'm fucking standing here in barely anything and you can't even get out of your sweater?" I said, reaching for my jeans.

He quickly removed his sweater. His face serious and intense. As I looked down I understood why he didn't want to take his sweater off. I understood why he didn't want me touching his skin on his torso, it wasn't because he was ticklish. It was because of the scars.

Across his left side, there were lines and lines of red, lined up perfectly. Some looked older than others but none looked new, thank god.

"I don't want your pity." he said quietly, shifting uncomfortably.

"When?" I whispered, I couldn't find my voice. I was a complete bitch. I didn't even let him explain before I freaked out at him. Shit. His thumb came up to wipe under my eye and I only then knew I was crying. Why would such a beautiful boy cut his skin?

"It was months ago, Madison. I'm not sad anymore. I just have a fucked up head and an even more fucked up life and at the time, I couldn't deal anymore. So I broke a pencil sharpener and just did it, but it became a habit. I'm self conscious about it and didn't want you to know so I always keep it covered. It was way before you, M." he said, using one of his many nicknames for me. I had full fled tears now, I knew he was self conscious about the way he looked. He said the other boys were "perfect" and he wasn't, making it harder for them. He said more girls liked them than him and at one point he wanted to leave the band. I made sure he knew he was beautiful to me, and that I wanted him and no one else. I had no idea it was this bad. I stood in between his legs, bending down to touch them. There was a lot of skin damage, bumps along his waist. A rough count was 17. And those were only the ones still visible.

"Promise me?" I asked, him giving me a weird look. "Promise me you'll never do it again. I don't see you any different and I don't think you're weak, I just want to make sure that you know that I love you so fucking much," I said, his eyes widening at the 4 letter word, "yeah, love. I fucking love you and if anything were to ever happen to you, I wouldn't go on. Promise me you'll never put another sharp object to your skin again." I said, sitting on his lap now.

"I promise." he whispered, caressing my cheek. He kissed me softly, resting his forehead on mine.

"I love you." he whispered.

"I love you too, Michael. I love you."

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SELF HARM ISNT ROMANTIC OR BEAUTIFUL AND I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE IT ROMANTIC, I MADE THIS AS REALISTIC AS POSSIBLE. UNFORTUNATELY MANY TEENS STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM, SORRY IF IT WAS TRIGGERING BUT IT REALLY SHOULD NOT HAVE OK.

hope u enjoyed -m 💖

not edited, sorry. :-)