5sos Preferences

Preference #10 You're a fan and he sees your cuts/scars

You're a fan and he sees your cuts/scars

Michael:

(His P.O.V.) We had seen a few girls now and I was buzzing. I loved meeting our fans because they got us to where we were and that’s something I could never repay them for. As the next girl comes up, I smile as she looks at me. She gives a shy smile back before going to hug the other boys. She comes and gives me a hug and as she pulls back, I hear her let out a small hiss. I see her quickly cover up her arms as she stands to take a picture with us. I smile quickly and then once the picture is done, I pull her to the side. “What’s your name?” She looks at me with a questioning glance before replying. “Y/N.” “Well, Y/N, please don’t ever hurt yourself again.” I say to her before rolling up her sleeves and giving her cuts light kisses. She nods as a couple of tears roll down her face. I give her another squeeze and tell her to take care. For the first time that night, I see her real smile, and I pray that she’ll be okay.

Ashton:

(Your P.O.V.) I had been following Ashton for a little bit as I wanted to get his picture, but he kept moving before I could. I yell his name as he’s about to go inside and I’m being held back. He turns and sees me and he smiles before walking over. “Sorry to bother you, but can I please have a picture?” He laughs. “It’s no bother. Of course you can.” He gets in close as I snap a picture with my phone. “Thank you so much.” I say to him as I give him a quick hug. I pull back. “No problem. Hey what’s on your wrist?” I look down and gasp, pulling my hand away. “Oh, it’s nothing.” He grabs my hand lightly. “Please let me see it.” I let him roll up my sleeve and he gasps. “Oh, babe. Please don’t do this. I know it may be rough but I love you and I really don’t want you hurting yourself. Please take care of yourself. You’re such a beautiful person.” I nod and give him a small smile. “Okay.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek before letting me know he has to go, but I know hearing him say all that made me feel as though he truly cares.

Luke:

(Your P.O.V.) I smiled as I walked into the studio. Luke Hemmings was coming to chat with the local radio station and I was the lucky fan who got to interview him. I saw they were finishing up their segment that was on before us so I waited. “Are you ready for this?” “Yeah, I-“ I gasped as I saw Luke standing next to me. I continued talking, trying to keep my cool. “I am really excited to interview you.” He laughed at my attempt to keep cool. “Thanks for trying to not freak out.” I laughed. “Yeah, no problem. This,” I waved my hands around, my shirt lifting up a bit, “is a bit much so sorry if I stumble over my words.” He smiled. “What are those?” He pointed at the bottom of my shirt. “What are what?” He walked over and ran his thumb over my scars. “These scars?” “Uh..” I let out a shaky laugh, “those? Those are battle scars.” He nodded in understanding. “Well, I think you are very brave for still going after you got those. I just hope that you won’t go through that again. People care. I care. Battle scars are tough.” I was glad he went along with it and I gave him a thankful smile before being called up.

Calum:

(His P.O.V.) I had been walking back to the flat when a girl came up to me. “Hey, I don’t want to bother you, but do you think I could please get a picture?” I laughed. “Of course.” I quickly took the picture with her. “Someone’s cold.” She laughed. “Yeah. Which way are you walking?” I pointed forward. “Is it okay if I walk with you. I was on my way back home when I saw you.” I nodded with a smile. “Company is always welcome.” She laughed. She started rubbing her arms up and down, trying to warm herself up and with that her jacket lifted up a bit and that’s when I saw them. I didn’t say anything at first, but it was bugging me so I stopped her. “Please don’t.” “Don’t what?” “I saw the scars and I’m not very good at this, but please don’t hurt yourself again. I care and the other boys would care and if that’s all we can offer than I hope that’s enough. All I know is please don’t hurt yourself again.” She nodded. “Thank you. Even you just saying that helps. I can’t promise that I won’t want to again but I’ll try not to.” I nodded and as she walked away I wished I could do more, but I knew all I could was just pray that she would feel better.