Clay Imagine : There For You

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by NerdyXDisaster

by NerdyXDisaster

Clay's POV

I pull open the door with a wide grin.

"Heeeyy" (y/n) sang, shimmying in past me. She was wearing a white long sleeve top and black leggings with her hair tied into a messy bun. I laugh, rolling my eyes in response. We grab some snacks from the kitchen before making our way upstairs. I empty out the box of films I have onto the end of the bed and (y/n) gets up from resting on the pillows, she crawls towards the end of the bed and begins to sort the films into two piles. 100% watching and 100% not. I slot in the first film and sit next to (y/n).

6 films, 130 position changes and a sacrifice to the devil into our movie night. My eyes, land on the clock on my bedside table.

1:30 am

"Imma go get a drink you want anything?" I ask, (y/n) hummed in reply, a smirk makes its way to my face "Every time" I whisper to myself shaking my head. Walking down the stairs, I pour out a coke for myself and water for (y/n). I walk back up the stairs and open the door to my room, (y/n) is fast asleep. Placing the drinks on the table, I sit back next to (y/n). I watch her sleep, her face is peaceful then suddenly I felt awkward, wondering if I should sleep next to her or take the sofa. I decide to lay next to her. Quietly changing into jogging bottoms, leaving my hoodie on. Climbing into my bed next to (y/n) careful not to wake her. Turning on my side, moving as little as possible, to get comfortable. She shifts and I freeze. After a second I open my eyes and look over at her. My eyes graze over her delicate frame. She is so beautiful. I pause and gently lift her arm and I see them, the horizontal scars along her small wrists. Shock washes over me, sending me off the bed in shock, (y/n) stirs.

"Clay? You okay" she asked quietly.

"Uh yeah, yeah I'm fine, sorry" I mumble.

"No..its fine..." She yawns. She falls back to sleep, my heart beat elevating.

"God, (y/n)," I whisper, genlty I lift her arm again and carefully roll up her sleeve and reveal an arm filled with cuts, both old and new "Fuck" I say under my breath. Looking down at (y/n), I see her fearfully staring back at me. She pulls her arm away rolling down her sleeves, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips, they quiver slightly.

"I-you-w-why?" I stutter. (Y/n) just shook her head letting out a quiet sob.

"I-It's stupid" She quirks, trying to hide her pain.

"No no it can't be stupid, not if it's making you do this" I say, shocked.

"It is Clay, it's pathetic and so insensitive of me, people have real problems and I'm here with this shitty teenage emotional crap" She jests, sitting up.

"I don't care if it's stupid, please, I'm here, and I'm not leaving" I say gently.

"You shouldn't care" (Y/n) sniffs "I just, feel so crap, like, people hate me Clay and for what? I didn't do anything to them. Every time I step into school, I'm teased and called names, hurt in ways you couldn't imagine" She cries, wiping away each tear that rolled down her cheek. I'm stuck, attempting to get some words to come but nothing happens.

"See, told you, it's just stupid" (Y/n) sniffles, wiping he nose with the back of her hand standing up, I stand in front of her lightly placing my hands on her shoulders, sitting her back down.

"No! It's not stupid at all, (Y/n) I just, I don't understand why you would do this to yourself, you're so beautiful, okay and I don't want to loose another person I care for. Like-"

"Hannah" She whispers tearfully, I feel at tug at my heart at mention of her name.

"Yeah, like Hannah," I sigh "The point is (y/n), you're beautiful and a good person. I love you so much, and I'm here for you, always, you tell me if you feel like doing anything, okay? I swear, I'll drop everything to help" I assure her, I say all things I wish I could've. She looks up at me with a smile, she shuffles forwards resting her head on my chest and I engulf her into a hug.

"Thank you Clay" She says.

"Always" I reply.