Fun night *On Hold*

The Cutting Addiction

A/N: Hi guys so 12 voted... :) okay. I'll update :|

Just joking :() my birthday is this week!! Yay! Wanna know how old I am? Ask me xD

Okay here's to the story. Oh and btw I'm making a Fun Night 2 it's a sequel but its with Nialler :)

Here it is! THE CUTTING ADDICTION.

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"Babe please... I'm sorry. Come back, I love you." I told the answering machine of her phone, I sighed after. I looked at our box, the box she gave me on our 1st monthsary box. She said: If ever something keeps us apart, for what ever reason, just look in here.

It was the first time I opened the box, since this was the first time we were apart, well despite my tours... I opened it... It had a picture of me, when I was asleep, I chuckled at what she had put there... But a tear sliped from my cheek.

*zzzz *zzzz

*zzzz *zzzzz

(y/n) is calling I picked it up.

On the phone:

Zayn: babe?

You: babe, how are you?

Zayn: Not okay, I miss you... Listen I'm sorry

You: I know, look, dad said that...

Zayn: that?

You: I can go back.

Zayn: that's great!

You: yeah it is...

Zayn: you don't sound great... Why babe?

You: uh... Nothing see you tomorrow... Umm... I love you

Zayn: I love you too,

You: bye.

*dial tone...*

I had a confused look on my face, she sounds... Sad? Or depressed... Hmm.

YOUR P.O.V.

I was happy, but was worried. If Zayn saw what I did...

Oh god.

I pulled up my sleeves and peeked on all of the slashes on my arms. I pulled my sweatpants and looked at the scars I did.

It all started a week ago, when I left Zayn.

I was depressed and confused.

I had scars on my face, dad told me to rinse up. I went upstairs in my old bedroom and in the bathroom. I took a bath on the bathtub.

In the bathtub I rinse. I got a sudden temptation to... CUT.

There sat a clean razor on the edge of the bathtub... I guess because of my depression, my brain ordered my hand to get the razor and slash it through my arm.

One thing led to another, one slash turned into three, four, five... Arms went to legs. The next thing I knew that I was covered with my own blood, as if that temptation got me controlled.

And... I never went a day without. Cutting.

I always where long sleeves, even though my dad knows about this week old ADDICTION. He tried to stop me many times... But never succeeded.

I just hope Zayn will understand me, and that I haven't changed... Despite cutting.

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A/N: Part 1 of cutting addiction.

Maybe 3 votes? I'm sorry I just really would FANCY okay maybe not, about the votes, but I will appreciate that. :)

Love you pretty elmos!! :)

--Ashley xx