~The Hara Imagines~

Imagine 1: Self Harm (Jack)

⚠️THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS SELF HARM AND USE OF BAD LANGUAGE⚠️

Aaliyah's POV:
I dug the blade into my skin, hissing as the blood began to pour out of my wound. I did another cut of the blade, making sure I dug it as deep as possible. I kept doing that, on and on, until I heard the bedroom door fly open. I had locked myself in the bathroom, and I became so frightened that he'd find me and yell at me. He had obviously come back early and didn't realise what was happening.

"Aaliyah? Where are you?" He called out softly. I held in a noise as I held the blade to my skin, but I couldn't take it anymore and let out a cry of pain. "Aaliyah?" Jack said, trying to open the locked door.

"Baby please open this door." He whispered. I quickly threw the blade in the bin and I pretended to flush the toilet. I hid my arm behind my back and opened the door. "Babe what's wrong?" Jack asked, his fingertips touching my cheek.

"O-oh nothing, I just slipped on the floor m-mat." I lied, putting on a fake smile.
His arms traveled down to my hidden arm, and he quickly grabbed it, uncovering it.

His eyes became wide and filled with anger. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed, making me start to bawl my eyes out. I hung my head down, knowing he was about to shout at me again. "AALIYAH WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS SHIT AGAIN?! YOU PROMISED YOU'D STOP!" He screamed, making my body tense.

I didn't reply, I just kept my head hung low as I violently cried. He pulled me into the bathroom with him and shut the door. "Baby, why, why would you do this?" He said, his own voice trembling. "J-Jack I c-can't take I-it a-anym-more. P-please, I j-just want t-to fucking di-ie." I sobbed, my body shaking. He pulled me into chest and I cried uncontrollably.

"Aaliyah I can't lose you. Please don't do this. You know what happened last time, and I don't want a repeat of that. I love you, and whatever anyone else says is not true. You're perfect, and nobody can change that. You are the main reason I'm still alive at this point. So if I lose you, I lose myself." He said.

I felt a tear drop on to my neck and I looked up at him. His eyes were red and watery. "J-Jack I'm s-Sorry. I-I'm so-o So-orry-y." I repeated, gripping his waist tightly.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before, eventually, my crying calmed down. Jack picked me up and put me on the counter next to the sink. My head hung low again and I felt the disappointment and guiltyness starting to build up. He got a cloth, some peroxide and bandages for my arm and motioned for me to hold my arm out.

I was scared, because last time we had to do this, it stung really bad. "It's ok baby, just squeeze my hand." He whispered. He gave me his hand and I held it, waiting for the pain. He got the cloth, poured some peroxide on it and held it onto my cuts. I let out a sharp cry, trying to hold my breath. I squeezed Jack's hand and tears began to roll down my cheeks. He lightly swiped and dabbed at the cuts, trying to reduce the blood.

He gave it once last dab and then got the bandages, slowly wrapping it around my arm. "J-Jack I'm s-sorry. I'm sor-" I began to say, before Jack stopped me. "Baby, stop apologising. It's done." Jack said, not making eye contact. I nodded and kept my head down.

He finished with the bandages and tied a little knot to keep it secure. He looked up at me, his eyes starting to tear up. "I wasn't meant to be home today. I came home early to surprise you. Aaliyah, what if I hadn't come home? What if I was still in London, huh? And you'd be lying here, probably-" He said.

"Alright. I get it. I could've been dead if it wasn't for you. I could be lying here in a pool of my own blood but nobody would care. Fuck, my own father wouldn't ever care. You wouldn't care." I said, mumbling the last part.

"Babe, of course I would care, what are you on about. You're my girlfriend, my soulmate, my everything. If I lost you, hell I'd kill myself. You're my world, baby girl. Please, I can't lose you. Ever. I'd care because I love you and I always will, no matter what happens." He said, taking my hands in his own.

"I love you too Jack. I'm so sorry. I promise, I really do this time. I won't ever do this again." I said, sniffing. He held out his pinky and I locked mine with his. He pulled me off the counter and into his arms, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my head on his shoulder. He carried me out the bathroom, switching off the light.

He laid me down on the bed and got in beside me. He pulled me close to his chest, squeezing my waist tightly. "Please don't ever leave me." He whispered, kissing my lips passionately. My stomach got butterflies and I got goosebumps. I kissed back and after a few seconds, we pulled away. He leaned over me and switched off the light. He cuddled me into him and I was curled up into a ball in his chest.

My eyelids slowly started drooping and it was hard to keep them open. I heard Jack's heartbeat, making me smile and finally close my eyes.