Fix You

Chapter Four

Luna's P.O.V

I woke up wrapped in Louis' arms. I smiled and looked up at him. He was snoring softly, his mouth slightly open. His hair hung over his eyes. I reached up and moved his hair gently. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me. He smiled.

"Good morning," he said, voice filled with sleep.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you," I giggled.

He smiled and pecked my lips. "It's fine. It's easy to wake up to a beautiful face like yours,"

I blushed and buried my head in his chest. Louis rested his head in mine and gently ran his fingers through my hair.

"How'd you sleep?" Louis asked.

"Really good," I said. "I didn't have any nightmares for the first time in two years,"

"That's good," he said.

"I think it's because of you," I giggle. "You make me feel safe,"

I felt him chuckle and kiss my head. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked. "and don't say you're not hungry because me and you both know you are,"

I groaned. "Fine," I mumbled. "Go make me waffles,"

Louis pulled away a little and tilted my chin up so I was looking him in the eyes. "I only do it because I care,"

I sighed. "I know," I said and kissed him softly. "I love you,"

Louis smiled. "I love you too," he said and got out of bed.

I groaned. "Now I'm cold," I said rolling onto my stomach and buried my face in the pillow.

I heard Louis laugh. "You can't lay in bed all day,"

I glared at him. "Watch me," I smirked.

He rolled his eyes and walked up to the side of the bed. He gripped the blanket and tugged it off me.

I groan. "You jerk!" I laugh and hit him with one of the pillows.

He smiles and comes over to me and wraps his arms around me. He kisses my cheek and I giggle.

"I may be a jerk, but I'm your jerk," he laughs and gives me another peck on the cheek. "I'll go make breakfast," he said and walked out of the bedroom.

I smiled, but then frowned. Why does he love me? I'm just a stupid, broken girl.

You're worthless, you're nothing. You're just a fat slut that no one will ever love. You are nothing. Alex's words rang in my head. I am nothing. He's right, he's always right. I don't deserve Louis. I don't even deserve to live.

Tears silently fell down my cheeks. I got up and went to the bathroom. I locked the door and grabbed my razor from the sink. I sat on the floor and held the blade to my skin.

"You are nothing," I whispered to myself. I took the blade and dragged it across my skin. I cut everywhere. My wrists, my legs, my hips. I was about to cut my shoulders when I heard a knock at the door. Louis. I had totally forgotten about him.

"Luna? You okay?" I heard him ask.

"Yes! Yeah I'm fine! I'll be out in a second!" I said quickly, a little too quickly.

"Luna, open the door," Louis said.

"I said I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute,"

"I know you're not okay. Please, open the door," he begged.

"I don't want you to see me like this," I whimpered. I looked at myself. Blood covered my hands. It ran slowly down my arms and legs. Tears streaked my face.