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Twitter hate

Luke:

I knew I shouldn’t have.But I couldn’t help it. I was only curious and I had nothing better to do. Luke had been at work all day leaving me bored.

I ended up logging onto twitter and scrolling through my mentions. I wanted to see what the fans were saying about me. 

I immediately regretted it as soon as I logged on. My eyes scanned the messages full of harsh words.

Luke deserves so much better than Y/N. She’s so ugly he could do better. Don’t even get me started on how fat she is.

I kept scrolling until my eyes landed on the one tweet that brought me to my breaking point.

Y/N should just kill herself. No one would miss her! I bet Luke would be happier without her around.

Tears were freely rolling down my cheeks now. Maybe they were right. Mybe Luke would be better off without me.

I walked swiftly into the bathroom in search of the nearest razor. This as it. I couldn’t finally get rid of all these horrible feelings. 

As I was about to make the first cut on my wrist the door slammed open. 

"baby i’m hom-" He started but immediately stopped when he saw me."w-what are you doing?" He asked shocked and slightly panicky.

I let out a loud sob as I brought my hand to my mouth. I couldn’t look at him.

He slowly walked over to me gently taking the razor out of my hand and placing it down on the side. He then proceeded to take me into the bedroom and lay me down next to him hugging me protectively. He must of seen the twitter app open on my laptop as he whispered.

"Why do you do this to yourself" 

I didn’t reply.

"I want you to promise me something" He said lifting my chin up so I was directly looking up at him. I nodded slowly. "never, ever listen to any one else. I love you so much and I don’t want you to ever take notice of all the hate. They are just jealous of how beautiful and amazing you are. Please, Just don’t hurt yourself like this. It’s not the answer." 

Ashton:

I was sitting around with the boys watching a movie that I wasn’t paying attention to. 

I was bored so decided I would aimlessly scroll through twitter. Some how I ended up searching through my mentions. 

Bad idea. 

I could’nt see how some of Ashton’s so called ‘fans’ could be so harsh with the words they were throwing at me.

Ugly, fat, unworthy, whore - all being the mains ones.

I looked over to where Ashton was sitting. He turned to me giving me a smile before returning his attention back onto the TV.

I had to excuse myself from the room as I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes.

I locked myself in the bathroom sitting on the floor with my back agaist the radiator. Maybe Ashton would be better off without me. These thouhgts kept swimming around in my head as I fought with myself constantly. I needed a release from all this pain. I got up of the floor quickly searching for a razor or anything sharp. Anything that could end this pain now. 

"babe… are you okay in there?" Ashton called from outside.

"y-yeah, i-im fine" I lied through a shakey voice.

"you don’t sound it" He said "please don’t lie to me" 

"I’m fine Ashton, please… Just go away" I whispered the last bit.

"please Y/N open the door… you’re scaring me" he said his voice becoming uneven. 

"i-i can’t do this anymore" I cried freely.

"babe, please hold on. Don’t do anything stupid. MICHAEL" He screamed.

A second later I heard Michael run to the outside of the bathroom. I could faintly hear Ashton say something hurridly to him before a force hit the door with a massive bang. It happened again and again until the door gave way falling down. 

I was now crying so much I couldn’t see. Ashton ran straight to me grabbing the razor out of my hand and chucking it across the room.

He looked to see my phone smashed on the floor where I threw it in anger. 

"you’ve been loking at the hate again haven’t you?" he asked softly.

I nodded. “Oh god. you know what they say isn’t true. I will love you no matter what and I think you are beautiful and all I could ever ask for” 

Michael:

I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t take it. I just wanted it to all end now.

The unwanted attention. The hate. The rumours spreading.

I was scrolling thorugh twitter when a link that a fan I followed tweeted. It was a newspaper article about me and Michael.

The headlines read; Is Y/N really cheating On Michael Clifford? with a picture of me and my cousin who’s a guy underneath when we went to starbuck’s last week. Of course Michael knew this was my cousin but other people didn’t so it caused a ton of hate to be sent to me. 

I had to read what they said. I wouldn’t ignore it because I wanted to know if I was good enough for Michael or not. 

And they said I wasn’t. But I knew that anyway.

Over the past few weeks it had been building up and tonight it was going to end. I’d make sure of it. 

I took the razor out of the bathroom sitting on the bed and bringing it to my wrist. 

"STOP" a shout sounded from the doorway as I saw a dishiveled Michael standing their. "please… don’t" He whimpered.

"M-mikey… I-i didn’t think you would be home so early" I said

"what the hell are you doing?" He asked getting angry.

"please M-Michael… leave me alone, I can’t take it anymore" I screamed the last words.

He was taken a back by my words and looked like he was about to cry.

"baby please… don’t do this to yourself. god if I lose you I don’t think i’d be able to carry on" he whispered sitting next to me and hugging me to him tightly. 

"promise me you won’t listen to them

Calum:

I was about to make the frist cut when a smiley Calum came waltzing into the room. I froze from shock not thinking he was home. His smile dropped as soon as he saw me and he kept looking from me to the razor held tightly in my hand. 

He didn’t say anything which was starying to scare me slightly. He looked to my left where he saw my laptop open with twitter up.

He shook his head in dissapointment a few tears escaping his eyes as he crumbled to the floor in a heap.

I crawled over to him quickly wrapping my arms around him as he burried him head into my neck.

"stop torturing yourself" he pleaded brokenly. 

"I-im sorry" I stuttered "I just couldn’t handle it" 

"you shouldn’t listen to the hate. It’s sent by those who wish they were you. Who wished they were as beautiful as you, as kind as you , as clever as you and as loved as you are" He sobbed

"how could you ever love me?" I asked quietly.

"How couldn’t you" He replied. " let me show you how much you mean to me. Let me show you how much I love you" he whispered taking my hand and guiding me to the bed.