daniels pov:
his smile.
his kisses.
his voice.
his presence.
all gone because i said the wrong words.
did the wrong things.
i should have held him when he cried. when he hugged me i should have hugged back insted of telling him i was busy and walking away. i walked away from my baby, my first love, my first time.
i am such a fuck up! he thought i ead cheating on him with corbyn. our own bestfriend and bandmate. i deserve to die.
slowly, i stood up and walked to the bathroom that we all share. locking the door, i grabbed a small blue box that i had hidden well. god this brings back memories. i grabbed the biggest, sharpest blade and slide it along my skin slowly.
tears mix with blood.
1 cut.
2 cuts.
3 cuts.
4 cuts.
5 cuts...
soon enough both of my arms and thighs were littered with fresh open cuts and blood poured out of them.
my vision started to blur and i fall to the floor.
darkness.
happiness at last.
im dead.
the boys will be happy now.
jack will be happy.
jack pov:
i knocked on the bathroom door loudly for the 6th time.
daniel.
is all that i think of before quickly pick the lock and scream at the sight infront of me. the boys quickly ran to where i was knelt and cleaned daniel up and called an ambulance.
daniels pov:
slowly,i opened my eyes only to quickly close them and groan loudly. fuck. i didnt die. why? i cut deep enough.
"d-daniel?" i opened my eyes to see the 4 boys sat next to me. all of them looked a mess.
"what?" my voice was hoarse.
why do you wanna talk to me jack? im a fuck up. just leave.
"w-why?" his voice was soft and sad.
i looked down. "because i fucked everything up by saying the wrong words and doing the wrong things."
he gently lifted my head up and softly kissed me. i kiss back slightly shocked that he kissed me after everything that i had done.
slowly we both pulled away smiling. "i love you danny"
"i love you too noodle head"
