Calum:
You were waiting for Calum to return from the bathroom so you could continue watching Frozen but he took quite a long time.
After almost five minutes he returned with tear stained cheeks and something in his hand, you just gave him a puzzled look.
"Why didn’t you tell me?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"What are you talking about?" you gulped.
"I found this under the sink." he said throwing the blade onto the table in front of you.
You started cutting about a year ago. You got bullied in school for being overweight and cut. But you stopped, started losing weight and started loving yourself, but since you started dating Calum, the hate and bullying was even worse even though you had an amazing body.
"I just… the fans, they hate me. I’m still fat and ugly and…"
"No…" he whispered interrupting you falling onto his knees in front of you. He rolled up your sweater sleeves and examined your fresh scars, just starting to heal. There were ten of them, five on each of your wrists.
"You are my beautiful…" he started as he kissed the first scar. "Intelligent, gorgeous, nice, funny, stunning, talented, loving, caring, perfect girlfriend.” he said, kissing another scar after each adjective.
"Cut a shirt, cut paper, hell you can even cut me, but never ever cut yourself again, okay?" he said. You were crying by now, so touched by his words and you knew you were beautiful, no matter what they said. Because you were beautiful in his eyes and that’s all that counted.
"Promise."
"Good." he mumbled as he emraced you in a long warm hug.
Luke:
You two were home alone and playing fight. He chased you into the garden, yelling after you when you suddenly tripped and fell, your scars opening as it slid across the hard, dry grass without you knowing. You kept laughing at yourself waiting for Luke to catch you, but he just stood there, completely frozen with his gaze on your wrists. You look down, seing that your scars were bleeding through your white camisole top.
"Luke, I…" you searched for words to explain, not finding any as he sat down in the grass next to you.
"Why." he whispered, tears clear in his eyes.
"I just don’t feel good, I just don’t love myself the way I should… I just started a month ago, when there were hashtags about me trending, thousands of people sending hate…"
"They’re jealous, baby." he said with a pained expression.
"Jealous of what?" you laughed dryly.
"Of you. You can’t see it for some reason but you are truly stunning, absolutely beautiful from the inside and out! Don’t listen to them, they’d rather pull other’s down than working their way up." he said hugging me.
"Thank’s Luke."
"I love you."
"I love you, too. You are my hero." you said and you felt him smile against your neck as another tear drop fell onto your shoulder. Man, how you loved this boy.
I just wanna say, you’re all beautiful and God makes no mistakes. I love you. xx
