One Shots

You’d been feeling down for a while now although no one seemed to notice. Your boyfriend Liam was on tour and you hadn’t seen him in 6 weeks. The days after he had left became blurry and it was hard to focus on anything anymore. The last time you spoke was a week ago and that conversation ended in an argument. Lately that’s all that had been happening, you two fighting. You wanted him to come home but he wouldn’t.

FLASHBACK

“Liam, baby, I need you. I feel lost without you. I can’t do this anymore, please come home.” You begged. “(Y/N) I know this is hard but the fans have been waiting for this I can’t just leave in the middle of the tour. You’ll be fine; I’ll be home before you know it.”
“Don’t you care about me anymore?!”
“I do but I’m not leaving!!”
“FINE! I DON’T NEED YOU ANYWAY,”
“GOOD!” and with that he hung up on you.

FLASHBACK OVER

Normally Liam would call back if you got into an argument and apologise and tell you that he loves you, but not this time. It made you wonder what you did wrong. Did he not love you anymore? Is he going to break up with you? Questions kept plaguing your mind. You started getting depressed wondering why you couldn’t do anything right, why you were such a stuff up and why you seemed to ruin everything.

You soon stopped functioning properly, only leaving your bed if it was to go to work. You could hardly eat and you stopped talking to everyone. The harsh messages on Twitter didn’t help you either. Most of them told you that you didn’t deserve Liam. It wasn’t long before you started to agree with them. It became so bad you didn’t go on Twitter anymore or check Facebook like you normally would, you had simply stopped caring.

This had to stop, you knew that and the only way to do that was to return to something you had stopped years ago. Your silver friends. They were still in the box under the bed so you retrieved them before heading into the bathroom you shared with Liam. Liam, what would he say about this? It didn’t matter to you as the cold blade touched your wrist. All you could think about was the relief it would bring to you. Swipe. One long cut across your wrist started to erase all your mistakes. Swipe. Another cut made you forget your pain. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Five cuts. It helped you. You just had to remind yourself that. Without realising it you were on the ground balling your eyes out.

Little did you know that Liam upon feeling guilty about the argument on the phone had returned home without telling you so that he could surprise you only to hear sobbing. Silently he crept upstairs into the room you shared. “Baby, (Y/N), where are you? Are you okay?” Shit! You thought. You had to hide the evidence. Quickly you tried cleaning the blade hoping he wouldn’t come in. “I’m fine. I’m in the bathroom Liam, I’ll be out in a second.” You sniffled. Unfortunately for you Liam wasn’t convinced by your answer. He opened the door and gasped at the sight of the cuts on your wrist. They were still seeping blood and were becoming slightly sore. He staggered towards you and grabbed you as you collapsed crying into his chest. “I’m s-s-sorry Liam. You d-deserve s-s-someone b-better t-than me.” You sobbed. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I should have been here for you. I should have called you back. I was an idiot but I’m here now and you’ll be fine. Okay? If anyone deserves someone better it’s you.” He carefully grabbed you and took you into your bedroom, laying you under the blankets while he went back into the bathroom and came out with a cloth. Making sure not hurt you too much he cleaned the cuts before kissing them and putting a bandage over your wrist. He left to go clean the bathroom and dispose of your blade. After he came back into the room he lay down and pulled you onto his chest. “Baby, I never want to come home to see that again. You beat this once, you can do it again but this time you’ll have me to help you. Please just promise you’ll talk to me next time instead of feeling like you have to resort to hurting yourself.” He whispered into your ear. “I promise.” You whispered back. “Thank you (Y/N).” He said as he kissed your forehead. You spent the rest of the night with Liam cuddling you and reassuring that you will get through this together. And for once you might just believe him.

Notes

If anyone that reads this is self harming and would like someone to talk to I'm free whenever you want to talk. Trust me when I say I understand. Let me know what you think guys. This is the first time I've written a one shot so it is probably really bad. :)