Ashton:
"Baby?" You heard him calling through the house. Shit. He was home earlier than expected. "(Y/N)?" You heard him say, and he was getting closer to the bathroom. You wiped away the blood with a tissue, but that didn't stop the bleeding. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Baby?"
"Uh, just a second." You said in a rush.
"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" He sounded concerned. You watched as the doorknob slowly started to turn. You didn't want Ashton finding out that you were cutting because you knew how he felt about that. Your head was starting to hurt, and you were shaking in fear that Ashton was going to see what you were doing. Tears of frustration started falling from your eyes, the moment Ashton burst into the room. He was by your side in a matter of seconds. "Baby, no." He held your hand, looking at the fresh self inflicted wounds.
"I'm sorry." You sobbed.
"But why, (Y/N)? Why do you do this to yourself?" He asks, choking back his own tears. "Is it because of me?"
"No, its not your fault, Ash. Please don't blame yourself." You cried. He was silent for a while, staring at your cuts which were still bleeding.
Taking a bit of tissue, he began cleaning your wounds. "If you want to cut yourself, then you are going to take my arm, look me in the eyes and cut as many times as you would yourself."
"I could never hurt you like that." You whispered, and then you understood everything.
Calum:
It had been a week since you walked out on Calum. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him back. Grabbing your car keys, you drove to his house. You were glad to see his car parked outside. He was home. You still had a key, so you did not need to knock.
"Calum?" You called through the house. You could hear music coming from his room, so you decided to go up there. "Cal?" You said, turning the doorknob, half expecting it to be locked. What you saw on the other side made your heart sink. There Calum sat flat on the floor, a bottle of Vodka in hand, and bloody tissues littering the floor. He was drunk, eyes bloodshot. He was broken. You broke him. "Calum, baby." You sat beside him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You saw the cuts on his wrist, and it broke your heart to know that this was because of you. "Why?" You whispered. He leaned his head on your shoulder as you ran your fingers across the scars on his wrist.
"Please, never leave me again." He sobbed. You had never seen him cry before, and it broke your heart into a million pieces seeing him like this and knowing that you were the cause of his breakdown.
"I'm not going anywhere. I promise."
Luke:
He peeled your shirt off of your body, then pulled your pants down your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, and you moaned in pleasure when he suddenly stopped.
"(Y/N)? What is this?" He asked, and you immediately knew that he had found the scars. He looked up at you with sad eyes, then he noticed the scars on your stomach too. He caressed your self harmed skin. "Why, baby? Why are you doing this to yourself?" He whispered. You bit your bottom lip in a bid to keep the tears from falling.
"It makes me feel better." You whispered.
"No, baby. Don't do this to yourself. Please. I'm here. I'm always going to be here. Forever. Never do this to yourself, please." He pleaded, allowing a tear to fall from his clear blue eyes. Crawling on top of you, he stared down at you, eyes filled with so much love. "Please. I can't lose you." He caressed your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.
"I won't do it anymore. I promise." You said, staring deep in his eyes. He leaned down and gently kissed your lips.
"I love you."
Michael:
"Mike, what is this?" You questioned, frowning at the fading marks on his skin. He said nothing, only watched you as you stared at the markings. "You used to cut?" You whispered.
"I haven't done it in a long time." He mumbled.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked, starring into his eyes. You had lost a friend to suicide a few years ago, and it almost killed you to think of losing Michael like that.
"It's okay now, baby." He muttered. "I've gone through it. I am stronger now. These are battle scars."
"Never again, Mike. Please. I don't want to lose you."
"You won't. I love you. Forever." He kissed your lips sweetly.
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This is a very sensitive subject to me. If any of you struggle with self harm, or maybe you just need somebody to talk to, you can message me, because nobody should ever have to feel alone ...
But anyway, I hope you liked it. Please vote/comment. Virtual chocolates for everyone.
xxx McRee
