5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

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~Caution, this is triggering. If you're easily triggered, please don't read this~

Calum

Y/N's POV:

I walk on the pavement, and trip a few times. I came from the bar with my friends but they ditched me, so I'm walking home. I clutch my stomach, and hurl some alcohol on the side of an alleyway. I wipe my mouth with my arm and breathe slowly, but it's not my breathing because mine is in a fast pace. "Hey there pretty thing." I face the voice, and see two men. My heart begins to race, I back away but stumble on a trash can and land on my butt. My dress hitches up a bit to the point where you can see my panties. "You look good." The other one says, licking his lips. I grab on the wall for support, "What do you want?" I snap. "No need for the attitude sweetheart. We just want one thing." They come closer, and I back into the wall. I dig in my purse and try to find my pepper spray, where is it? My fingers grab on it and I hold it out in front of me, "Get away from me!" I yell. "Aww, you going to hurt us with your tampon?" The guy says and laughs, hitting the tampon from my hands. I look at it on the floor, and curse under my breathe. The time I really need it, I don't have it. The tall one inches closer to me and whispers in my ear, "You're mine tonight." He slips his hand under my dress but I slap it away. "Don't touch me!" I punch him in the stomach while he groans, I smirk and lift my eyebrow. "You're gonna pay for that!" His friend says and tackles me to the floor, holding my hands above me. "Stop! Please! Help!" I yell, but they cover my mouth. Tears escape my eyes and blur my vision, I don't want to get raped! My head pounds from the impact, and from the alcohol. The guy who's holding me down sucks on my neck and I whimper on the palm of his friends hand. No, this is all a dream. I'm going to wake up to birds chirping and the sun shining on my face. I try my best to fight them off, but I can't. Two against one is something I can't win. I close my eyes, just let it be over soon please. I feel the weight off me and I open one eye to see a man punching the one who was on top of me. I watch the man beat his friend and I lay still. What if he rapes me instead? "Are you okay?" He asks, "I'm Calum, I won't hurt you, I promise." He warmly smiles, and lifts my limp body from the cold ground. "They were... I tried but." I cry on his shoulder as he rubs my back. "It's okay. They won't hurt you, I got you." He lifts me up and lays me on the grass from a park a few minutes away, he must work out. "Thank you so much..." I forget his name, my head spins and I laugh. "Calum." Oh, he has an Australian accent. "Calum." I finish and lay my head on his shoulder. "What if you weren't there? They could've done worse." I think about it, what if Calum never saved me? The terrible memory replays in my head until I fully break down. This was such a bad idea, I should've stayed in the club and waited for my so called friends to return. "Hey, don't think about that okay? You're safe, that's all that matters. Don't think about what could've happened, it'll just haunt you." Calum tilts my chin to look at me. I stare into his eyes and blink a few times, I'm not sober yet. "I'll take you home. Where do you live?" He asks and gets his keys from his pocket. "I don't know. Umm, I think that way." I point ahead and he laughs. "Let's hang out here until you're sober, and can tell me where you live?" He asks and looks at the full moon. "My name's Y/N by the way." I shake his hand and smile. The grass brushes against my face and I move I away. "Y/N, that's a wonderful name. I've never heard of anything like it." He compliments, making my cheeks heat up. I shiver and rub my arms, stupid dress. "Here." Calum drapes his jacket over me and I hug him. "You need to be warm too." I say and hug him tighter. I feel his chest vibrate and he puts his arm around me. "I name that star Calum because you saved me, and the star is glowing brighter than the rest." I point to the only big star in the sky. "I am honored." He smiles down at me.

Luke

Y/N's POV:

"Get out of my head!" I yell and shut my eyes. 'You're worthless. No one cares, they say they do, but they don't. You told them your problem but they shook it off. It's just a phase Y/N, get over it. You'll never be like the other girls, beautiful and skinny. All you are is fat and ugly. Just give up already, the world doesn't need you here.' The voices get louder and louder. "That's not true. They love me, they say they do." I respond to my mind. 'Really? Then why do they leave you so quickly? That's because you're nothing.' I shake my head and bawl on my arm. I silently cry into my sleeve, and wipe my tears. I can't do this anymore, they're right, they're always right. I shakily stand up and walk to the bathroom, making sure to lock it behind me. I look for Luke's razor since he threw mine away. "I know I promised you Luke, but I can't take this anymore. I love you so much." I whisper and get inside the tub filled with water. 'Do it. It'll take the pain away. It's the only one you can control, you can trust. It's your only friend, do it.' The voices whisper. One, two, three... I count as I slice my skin. I grab a towel and press on my arm, I think I cut too deep this time. At least the voices stopped, I smile and rest my head on the cold tub. I fade into darkness, this is it, you're going somewhere better. I drift to sleep and wake up to an angels voice. "Y/N?" Luke calls. I quickly drain the now red water. "I'm taking a shower! I'll be out in a minute!" I yell, and wrap a larger towel around my body. "I didn't hear the water though, and the door's locked." He confusedly says and tries to open the door. He barges in the bathroom and looks at the red tub. His eyes find my arm and he carefully examines it, like it could fall apart any second. He looks me in the eyes, and grabs the razor. He hovers it above his arm and slides it against his soft skin. "No!" I yell and take the razor away from him. My eyes begin to water as I stare into his eyes. "Why did you do that Luke!" I scream, finding the gauze and wrapping it around his arm. Thankfully he just made a small cut, and it's not deep at all. "When you have the urge to cut, you cut my arm okay?" He asks with seriousness, takes the razor, and puts it on the palm of my hand. "What? Why? I can't do that, it'll hurt me so much. I can't bare to see you in any pain." I say and later understand what he meant. "Every time I see fresh cuts on you, I break inside Y/N. I know this takes time, and I'll be there till the end with you. I'll help you, you don't need this. You're stronger than a piece of metal, I know you are. I know you'll relapse, but that's okay, it's part of recovery. But I don't like seeing you like this." Luke finishes and I am in tears. I never knew he thought that, I thought he felt disgusted that I self harm. "I never want you to do that again. I will try my best to stop, but you have to promise me to never ever do that again." I seriously say, looking deeply into his blue eyes. He nods his head and lifts my arm up, "I want to see how many times I wasn't there for you." He starts counting my scars. "Luke..." I trail, there's too many to count. "Fifty. I wasn't there for you fifty times." I bring my hand up to wipe his tears, I'm not worth being cried over. "It's not your fault. It's no ones fault but mine." I say and mean it, I don't want him blaming himself for something I did. "I love you. I wish that was enough." Luke sobs. My heart sinks lower, "It is, I promise. Sometimes the voices take over me." I sadly say and kiss Luke's forehead. "I'll never leave your side." He whispers, holding me in his arms.