Noah Flynn x depressed reader

The second day

Driving on Noah's motorcycle was definitely scary at first, but after knowing every time you turned a corner Noah was holding onto you made you feel better. Pulling up to the school you were worried that your second day wouldn't be any better than the first day. " thanks for the ride Noah." You say in a soft voice. " yeah no problem. Is everything okay?" He walked closer to you with concern in his eyes. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little nervous again." Your voice was so shaky that Noah knew something was going on with you. But he wanted to believe you.  "Alright." Noah said with a sigh. "I'm gonna let you walk in with Lee if that's okay, I have a college meeting with the principal." You got really sad that Noah couldn't walk with you to class but you knew this meeting was important to him. "Yeah that's fine, I'll see you later." You walked away to go meet up with Lee, who surprisingly wasn't with Elle. As You was getting closer to Lee all of a sudden you felt a hand grab your  ass. Your face was red with discomfort and embarrassment.  You turned around to see a boy with blond curly hair.

"Hey new girl your thick!" Said the boy with curly blond hair. "What did you just say to me?" You said trying to stick up for yourself but you felt to violated to sound intimidating. You thought to yourself this is what happens when your not with Noah. You see Lee out of the corner of your eye joining the situation. "Did you just fucking touch her?!" Lee sounded pissed but I knew him less than I knew Noah so I don't know why he cared so much. " yeah I did, what are you going to do about it little Flynn?" The guy with the curly blond hair was definitely one of those jerks that touch girls when they don't want to be touched.

All of a sudden you felt a large warm body behind you. You turn around and sure enough there is Noah with his face red and his hands in a fist. He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you behind him as he stepped closer to the blond hair boy. " what the hell is wrong with you Tuppen! Why the fuck would you touch her?!" Noah sounded so intimidating and very angry. But you felt safe with Noah sticking up for you.  " lay one more hand on her and I swear to god I'll have your head on a platter! If I ever catch you even looking at her I'll break your face! Do you hear me asshole?" The blond hair boy looked scared as he nodded his head to what Noah said and quickly walked away. Noah turned around to look at you. His eyes looked a little glossy as he looked into yours, almost like he was going to cry. "(Y/n) I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm walking you to class okay?" You nodded as Noah warped one arm behind you and walked you to class.  When you and Noah reached the door to your classroom Noah looked at you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"If you need anything just text me, okay?" You nodded your head unable to answer because you knew you would cry. Noah grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. Again for those few seconds you felt safe in Noah's muscular grasp. Noah let go of you smiled and walked back down the hall to his class. As you stood in front of the classroom door, you decided you weren't going to class. So you found a girls locker room near by and went in there. Inside the locker room you found bathroom stalls, so you went into the big stall and cried. You cried so hard it became hard to breath, your nose was red, and your eyes were swollen.

And in the spark of the moment you reach into your bag and grab your tiny bag full of random things. You pull out a blade, you hadn't cut in months but you were so done with everything at this point. As you drew the blade across your skin you thought about how your dad left you as a kid, moving and leaving your friends, not having any friends at this new school, and getting your ass grabbed in front of half the school. You dug the razor so deep that it actually burned. You didn't realize how many cuts you were making until there was blood all down your  wrist.

You didn't even realize that someone had heard your crying and walked into the locker room. It was Elle, she realized it was you by the pastel pink book bag that you had. Elle ran out of the locker room to go get Noah. You heard the slam of the door and realized that you hadn't been in there alone. You quickly wiped off your razor with toilet paper and grabbed the athletic wrap from out of your bag and wrapped it around your wrist. All of a sudden you hear the slam of the locker room door. "(Y/n) open the door!" Noah said whilst pounding on the stall door. You were scared that Elle had know you were cutting and told Noah. "(Y/n) open the door please!" Noah sounded serious. So I unlocked the stall door and without any hesitation Noah swung the stall door open and fell to the floor.

He quickly grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. You cried harder getting your tears on his shirt. " I told you to text me. Why wouldn't you text me?" Noah said as his voice was really shaky.  "Noah I'm sorry I just didn't want to look weak for crying. I'm sorry I would've texted you but I was just too upset." Noah started to breathe really heavy. "(Y/n) look at me." You lifted your face only a little trying to avoid looking into his eyes. " please  look at me (y/n)" he grabs your chin and lifts your eyes to meet his. He looks into your eyes with his eyes watery. " I'm so sorry this happened to you, I will never let anyone do anything to you ever again, I promise." You smiled a little and hugged him. You let go and looked back at him. As he wiped the tears off your face. He stood up and offered you his hands, as he helps you up to your feet. He grabs your bag and carries it for you. As you were leaving the locker room Noah turned around to look at you. " I'm gonna take you home. is that okay?" He asked with a gentle tone. " yes please, thank you so much."  Noah smiled at you and replies it the softest tone possible. "Okay."

After that Noah stayed with you for a while at your house. He made you feel better by making you a smoothie and watching Friends with you. He made you feel a lot better by making you laugh the whole time. You were sad when he had to leave. But you were glad that he was there for you.