#2 He Sees Your Self-Harm Scars
Requested: No
Warning: Trigger warning please read with caution! Also mild smut warning.
¾ boys
A/N: Seriously though, self harming is not something to joke about and if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where my ask box is <3 Also sorry for not writing a Luke one, I just have a crap load of homework but if you want me to do a Luke one just message me and I will make a separate one for him :)
PS i don’t know why Ashton’s are always shorter than the others but I apologize and i promise to work on it XD
Enjoy :)
MASTERLIST
Ashton: “Stop throwing food at me you nutcase!” You squeal as Ash flicks a glob of cake batter at you, unsuccessfully hitting you for the third time in the last 10 minutes. He giggles at you as he pours more milk into the cake bowl. “You shouldn’t even be baking anyway. You are a crappy cook.” You smirk and see his mouth drop open from the corner of your eye. “No way, you know that is total bullshit.” He yells trying not to smile as you do the same. “Nuh-uh!” You counter. “Yeah-huh! I worked at KFC. I am obviously the better and more experienced cook here.” You roll your eyes. “You know what this calls for? A FUCKING CUPCAKE-OFF! Best tasting cupcake wins and we will have Luke be the judge because he never lies.” “Fine!” “Fine!” You smile as you both start working viciously at the batter now in 2 separate bowls. About half an hour and 2 food fights later, you were sweating. Rolling up the sleeves of your cake batter-covered sweater, you forgot that you had not put on your array of bracelets today and your white scars on your wrist were now out in the open. You were happily staring through the oven window, watching your red velvet cupcakes rise, when you heard Ashton mutter something. “What was that babe?” You turn around with a smile on your face, but that smile was quickly washed away when you realize that Ashton had his glance glued to your wrists. “What are those?” You yank down the sleeve of your sweater faster than you think possible and mumbled a quiet, “Nothing.” You hadn’t self-harmed in months. The last time you took a blade to your wrist was before you and Ashton were even a thing. “Y/N…that is not nothing. I saw them.” He was in clear distress as he reached for your arm. You gave it up willingly as you knew there was nothing to hide now. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your boyfriend lifts your sleeves ever so gently and gasps as your fading white lines appear. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered, stroking his thumb over the slash marks. “i could’ve helped you! You know I went through this too.” Ash sniffles. “I love you so much.” He wipes away a tear as he pulls you into his hard chest and holds you tight. “Please never do it again.” He chokes as he places his lips to the top of your head and lets them linger for a while.
Calum: He wasn’t home. He had been out with the guys all day writing and recording. You didn’t plan on breaking your sobriety. You had been clean for over 4 weeks but that progress went down the drain, along with the blood dripping from tour thigh, after scrolling through twitter. Of course this seems cliche and you never thought you would let it get to you as much as it did, but after almost two years you thought the fans would’ve liked you by now. Apparently not considering you still receive countless pages of hate and threats. What was so bad about you? This was all that was running through your head as you continued to scroll through twitter. You couldn’t help but believe the nasty comments because they have to be true if everyone is saying the same thing, right? That’s what lead you to sitting in the bathtub, with the shower head running as you slashed the secret blade across your smooth skin. You didn’t feel the pain anymore as you watched the scarlet blood drip slowly down the side of your leg and mix with the murky water underneath you. Calum was with the boys having a beer and celebrating after finishing a whole song in one day. They were laughing and having fun, but it was getting close to midnight and he knew he should check in on you. He excused himself from the booth they were sitting in and walked into the men’s room, so it was a little quieter. Puling out his phone he dialed your cell and waited for you to pick up, but you didn’t. It sent him to voicemail after a few rings and he realized that you were probably asleep. “Lads, I otta head home to Y/N, its getting late and she doesn’t sleep well without me.” He explains to the boys. Obviously they understood and said goodbye. Calum had only had half of one beer so he was very sober and good enough to drive home. When he got home, the house was silent. This just added to his hypothesis that you were asleep in his bed but he was quite confused when he reached the stairs and you weren’t bundled up in the covers. That was, until he heard the shower running. You hadn’t realized how long you had been sitting in the shower. The water was no longer warm and there was a lot of blood everywhere. Suddenly you hear the doorknob wobbling. Good thing you locked it. “Babe?” He called out from the other side. “Yeah hold on!” You tried to sound enthusiastic but your voice was rough and panicked. Obviously he was going to notice. Quickly you wrap a towel around yourself and scrub the blood from the bottom of the tub away with your hand. “Baby are you okay? I am coming in!” He calls out as the doorknob wiggles some more. “Cal I am fine just don-,” The door swings open and Cal stands in the door way with a confused look on his face. His smile suddenly spreads when he sees you. “There’s my baby! How’s my princess….tonight….” His voice suddenly cuts off as his face pales. “Cal what’s-,” He cuts you off. “Y/N your bleeding!” Calum says worriedly as he points to the blood dripping down your calf. “Yeah, I um, cut myself shaving but I am fine.” You say with a forced smile. “Awh poor baby lemme see.” He pouted and tugged at the towel, taking you off guard. “What the fuck? How many times did you cut yourself ‘shaving’ Y/N!” He cried and quickly reached under the sink to look for the first aid kit. You were choking on sobs now as you stood before your long time boyfriend in all your glory. You could still feel the blood running down your thighs, but that didn’t matter at this point. Cal grabbed your hand and carefully lifted you onto the bathroom counter as he rummaged through the little box with a red cross on it. He wrapped a dry towel around your upper body and dabbed a small soaked washcloth across your wounds. After cleaning you up and sliding a pair of panties up your newly bandaged thighs, he striped out of his black t-shirt he was wearing and tossed it over your head. “No more baby. No more.” He placed small pecks to your new bandages before kisses both of your cheeks and leaving a long kiss to your chapped lips. “Please.”
Michael: You started out as fuck buddies after meeting at a party. Then you quit fucking and became friends. Good friends. But the two of You didn’t last two weeks with out ‘accidentally getting drunk’ and having sex again. Finally, you realized that going without sex is like being withdrawn from an addictive drug. So now you have graduated to friends with benefits….with a tad of feelings on the side. Well a tad of feelings from you anyway. You were almost positive he didn’t feel the same way so you pretended not to have feelings for him, which didn’t help your situation at all. Skipping to present time, you were panting heavily and holding Michael’s sweaty, naked body close to yours as you shook. “Fuck.” He groaned as his weight gave out and he collapsed on top of you. The leather from the couch you were on was soaked in sweat and the movie that you two were previously watching was now scrolling trough the credits. Michael’s uneven breaths were hitting your collarbone as his clammy forehead was nuzzled into the side of your neck. Your hand was still weaved into his messy white hair and your eyes were half shut. “You’re beautiful you know that?” He mumbles as he places a quick peck to your shoulder. You giggle and try to hide your blush as much as possible. “Thanks Mikey. You aren’t to bad yourself, I guess.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Can I ask you a sorta personal question?” Michael looks up from your neck and meets your eyes. “Uh sure, I mean you still happen to be in me but ask away.” You laugh as he flustered. “Shut up your warm.” You laugh louder as he finally pulls out and sits up, pulling on his basketball shorts that were sitting on the floor. He tosses you his shirt and you slip it on over your head. “What are those little white scars on your hip-bones?” Oh god, he noticed those? You thought. You didn’t self harm much now-a-days. It was mostly on just really bad days so you had hoped he would never notice. “I noticed them a couple of weeks ago but I was too afraid to say anything.” He mumbles. “Please don’t tell me that they are what I think they are.” Michaels pleads as you feel your eyes fill up with salty tears. You couldn’t answer. “No baby no.” He shakes his head back and forth violently as tears stream down his cheeks as well. Michael crawls towards you on the couch and pulls you closer to him and cuddling you into his lap. “Why?” He cries. “Why would you- you hurt yourself?” “Because I hate myself Mikey.” You whisper. “And obviously everyone else hates me too because no one loves me enough to-,” “I love you.” Michael blurts out, cutting you off. “W-what?” “I love you Y/N and I am sorry if you don’t feel the same way but that’s why I agreed to go along with this whole friends with benefits thing because I felt like I would lose you if you didn’t feel the same way-,” This time you cut him off, but with your lips. “Mikey shh. I love you too.” You giggle through your tears. HIs smile lights up and he suddenly tackles you back onto the couch. “Micahel?” “Shh.” He kissed down your collarbone as he started to remove your (his) shirt once more. “Mikey you just got out of me, why are you so eager?” You snicker while he quickly pulls down his shorts. “Baby, earlier I fucked you, and now, I get to make love to you.” Mike places a long kiss to your lips as your heart flutters.
