One Direction Preferences

He Finds Out You Cut

Niall: you were at the dinner table when Niall and the waitress were flirting although Niall probably couldn't tell he was more focussed on food. You were a little upset your boyfriend was flirting with other girls but you knew it was an accident. You check twitter and see several tweets saying you weren't good enough for Niall which made you crack. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom where you resorted to a method you hadn't used in a while. You took out a razor and mesmerized watched the red trickle down your wrist. Not deep enough for extreme blood loss, just enough for a scar. Suddenly Niall is pounding on the door having to use the washroom and when it opens he looks down at you and starts crying. He scoops you up and cries while rocking you back and forth. He asks, "is it my fault you did this (y/n)?" you shake your head and tell him, "I'm not good enough for you. I used to do it but stopped after my parents found out," he replies, "I love you. You are too good for me! Please princess just learn that! I couldn't live without you." and after that you just talk with Niall if your upset with yourself.

Zayn: its been a long day and when you come home from work to find Zayn but remembering he was at an award show thing tonight. It was hard having your soul mate be a big time celebrity. Every one was upset with you at work that day and even more so, you were upset with yourself. When you were leaving the office some fans spotted you and basically attacked you stealing your favorite scarf and yelling some rude comments. You were upset and when you went to your room to reveal more hate, you were sent over the edge. You went to the kitchen and took out scissors. You were leaning over the kitchen sink and pressed the blade into your arm until you broke skin. You are about to take the blade off your arm when Zayn enters announcing his presence. When he sees what you are doing he stops dead in his tracks. He sees what you are doing and silently steps over cleaning the cut. When he finishes, he carries you upstairs and sits you on the bed, sitting beside you. His eyes are teary when he asks, "what made you want to do this?" you sorrowfully explain and when your done he pulls up his sleeve a little showing you his wrist. "I was in pain. It was before i met the love of my life and there was too much hate to bare. I stopped for you and I'll help you stop too. When that heals we can get a little tattoo to cover it and I'll get a matching one okay?" you nod slowly and the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

Louis: you were secretly cutting for weeks and the guilt was eating at you making you scratch at your wrists even more. You heard a story that a girl cut into her wrist so deep she lost too much blood and died without anyone noticing as she was hiding in her wardrobe. That night when Louis comes home from recording you decide to tell him. He comes home happy and scoops you into a hug telling you that the two of you were going out for dinner with the boys. No use in telling him now and spoiling a perfect night right? You were wearing your favorite strapless dress with a light flowy cardigan on top. The night dreads on and the last course finally comes. You have your elbow on the table while holding your fork when you realized everyone stopped talking looking at your arm. You look down and see the fresh scab and quickly hide your arm mumbling something along the lines of "paper cut," a second of silence later you tell Louis that your not feeling well. Half way through the car ride you start crying and Louis pulls over to the side of the road pulling you on to his lap. Hes smoothing your hair and rubbing your back as you sob into his shoulder. "Louis, i started cutting," you force out between cries. He continues rubbing your back and says, "Babe, its going to be okay. We will get through this together. I love you," you never cut again.

Harry: he was always out on tour or at shows or interviews and you two still hadn't gone public and you were still getting more hate than the other girlfriends put together. It was getting out of hand and you were losing your mind. You go up stairs into the back of your closet where the razor was stashed under a floor board. You take the razor in your hand and start cutting into your wrist. This time its continuously bleeding and wont stop as you stare at it. You get dizzy so you lean your head against the wall and close your eyes. You hear Harry come in but you cant respond. He starts calling your cell phone and comes running into the closet. You completely blank out as he calls an ambulance. He takes a sheet holding it to your bleeding gash pressing it tightly against it. When you wake up your in a bright white room with Harry gripped on to one hand and a wire with red flowing through it in the other hand. When you squeeze his hand he looks up over joyed and starts kissing and hugging you. He asks, "(y/n), do you remember what happened?" you shake your head and he continues, "You were cutting your wrist and hit a blood vain. I was a math for your transfusion thank god. The doctor said if you didn't get a donation ASAP you would've died there and then." he explains tearing up. By now you're crying too. You promise him you would never do it again and he said that he could never live without you. He is there for you to help you get through all the hate and you never again harm yourself.

Liam: he was always there for you when ever you needed him. It didn't matter he was your shoulder to cry on. Your soul mate. Thats why when you saw a magazine with a photo of him kissing another girl, you took it extremely hard. He was out with the boys at a rehearsal that night and you weren't worried about it at first. Until you realized that he may be out with that girl. The pain of him being with another girl was eating away at you so you went into the shower to wash done of it away. You started to shave when you accidentally cut yourself. But you realized how much better it made you feel. You brought it up to your wrist and pressed down leaving a 2 inch gash vertical on your wrist. You start getting out of the shower and get dressed for Liam to come home. For the next two weeks you cut your arm in the bathroom when he left and had very little meaningful conversation with him. But one night Liam comes home early and comes to the bathroom to see you with a razor pressed against your wrist. He starts crying as you take the razor out of your wound sobbing yourself. He tearfully starts cleaning the cut placing a bandaid on it and squeezing you in a hug. He mournfully cries, "Did i do something to make you do this to yourself? Should i be here more (y/n)?" you burry your head in his shoulder. "Are you cheating on me Liam?" he pulls out of the embrace to see your face. "no, i couldn't do that to the woman i love." you cry more into his shoulder. "i believe you Liam, but i don't know how to stop anymore." he pulls away going downstairs leaving you in a crying ball on the floor. He comes back up with a blue sharpie drawing a butterfly on your wrist writing his name under it. He explains, "The butterfly project. Every time you cut yourself you kill the butterfly, hurting me. Get everyone you love to draw a butterfly on you. Every time you hurt yourself you hurt someone you love." you do exactly as he says and never hurt yourself again.

A/n if you do cut please try the butterfly project because someone loves you and i love you :)