One Direction/5sos Spanking Story

Luke No!

Okay first thing I am going to say it TRIGGER WARNING! IF you are sensitive it cutting or any other selfharm please please don't read. Second of this story was a request from awhile back and I didn't feel like I personally could write another one until right now. So, sorry it took so long. Third off  if you ever need to talk about anything please and I can't stress it enough please message me. I would be more than happy to talk with anyone of you.

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Luke's POV

I'm going through Twitter when I see a hashtag that catches my eye. #StartCuttingLuke. I decided to see what people were saying so I clicked on it.

"Why is he even in 5sos he can't even sing, no talent! #StartCuttingLuke"

"He is just another Harry Styles, no talent, no looks, and a failure.  #StartCuttingLuke"

"Maybe if you go to deep the world would be a better place! #StartCuttingLuke"

I took in a deep breath and let our a shakey one. The tears stinging the back of my eyes. I put my phone done and went to go look for Ashton. Walking down the stairs I see him one the couch watching TV.  I make my way over to him and crawled in his lap.

"Lukey, what's wrong?" He asked me with concern written all over his face. I couldn't tell him about the hashtag. Could I? No, I can't.

"Just cold." I lied. He wrapped his arms around me as I relaxed into his body.

"Why are you so sad?" Ash whispered in my ear. I just shock my head and he let out a sigh.

"Okay. You wanna watch a movie?"

"I don't care. I'm going to go take a shower."

"Okay. You sure you're alright?" I nodded my head and went to the the bathroom.

After I got out I was looking for the blowdrier when I found something I never thought I would find, let alone think about using.

I picked it up and watched the metal shine in light. Maybe it will help. Anything has got to be better than how I feel right now. Worthless. It truly is one of the worse feeling I have ever felt. With the razor in hand I press it to the middle of my arm. Not hard, but enough it feel the pain as I drag the cool metal across my arm. It hurts, but it's not physical pain. It's mental pain. It's knowing that so many people hate me, that people want me die.

"Luke no!" I look up and see Ashton with tears in his eyes. I throw the blade across the bathroom room floor. Ashton got down beside me and pulled me into a hug. I cried into his shoulder as he cried into mine. I whispered 'I'm sorry' over and over again.

"Sh, it's okay. I'm right here." Ashton said with his voice cracking. After we both calmed down Ashton pulled away and I casted my eyes down to my lap. I just noticed that I was still in my towel.

"Lukey, what happened?" Ash asked gently wiping a tear of my cheek.

"I don't want talk about it."

"If you don't talk then you won't feel better."

"It's just about this thing going around Twitter." I said still not wanting to look up to see my boy friend's face.

"The hashtag?" I look up at him and nodded my head. I was kinda surprised that he knew what it was about, but he is Ashton.

"How did you-"

"I get on Twitter too. I happened to stumble across it. That's when I came up here to talk to you."

"Oh" I said. Not really knowing what else I could say. I just feel like in a way I let him down in a way I let everyone down.

"Lukeypoo, look at me. It's okay. I'm not in a place to judge you and neither is anybody else. You have to ignore what people say. I know that some days it's going to hurt. But, you can always talk to me or one of the lads. We are a family,  that means we help each other. I know that none of them want to see you in pain. And I definitely don't want go see you in pain. Neither do the fans. Yeah, some people aren't going to like us. But, think about all the people that tell us we helped them. You gotta think about that." I had tears running down my face. He was right.

"I'm so-rry,  Ash.  I should have came to you in the first place."

"No, reason to be sorry. Just please never do it again." He said pulling me into a hug.

"I promise." I told him. He got up and grabbed something to clean up my still slightly bleeding wound on my arm.

"Ash, why is it healing?" I asked curiously. I paused for a second, almost like he was in a trace, then continued.

"It will heal in a couple days. It's got a coat over it. There, all better now?" He asked as he finished wrapping my arm up. I nodded to him as I stood up.

"How about we lay in bed and watch a moive?"

"Okay. Just let me get some clothes one first."

"Why? You best with nothing." He said and talked out the door. I really wanted to ask him where the razor came from.  He can't be still, no, I would notice it. Wouldn't I? I finished getting dressed and went to cuddle with Ash.

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Okay, so there it is. I know it's short, but chapters like these are hard to right. I will say that I'm going to get back to normal stories next. So, leave prompts down below. Also, if y'all are comfortable with it share your story below and help each other out. I love y'all! Stay strong!  <3