A bunch of imagines!! Some will be touchy topics so please read at your own risk. Topics include but aren't limited to depression, anxiety, ED, drugs. Not all of these chapters will be happy y/n imagines. Please feel free to message me anytime for q...
I try to wipe away the tears to make an Instagram post. It's been two weeks. Y/n hasn't gotten out of bed, we've both barely ate and the nursery room door stays shut. Ashton, Calum, and Michael have come over to check on us but we mostly stay cuddled in a heap in our bed surrounded by tissues. I pick my favourite picture of me and my baby girl. I sigh before typing.
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I hit post and start crying even harder. Telling the world makes it real. Telling our fans I know will come with backlash. Saying it wasn't an accident or we did something wrong and I can't help but feel that way. But I know deep down inside that there was nothing we can do. I walk back to our bedroom and lay down. "I miss her Luke" she mumbles. "Me too" I say.
