Louis: You let out a gasp as the blade made another cut on your thigh. You knew it was the wrong way to deal with it but since Louis seemed to be growing more distant lately, the world seemed so empty to you. Louis had never known about the cutting so when he found out, you weren’t sure how to explain it. That day came way too soon. You knew he would be home soon, so you had to make this quick. You still had to clean up and everything. Suddenly, the deafening silence was broken by the front door of your flat opening and closing, followed by the slight shuffle of who you expected was Louis. Your body froze, the blade still tightly in your grasp. “Shit,” you whispered, scrambling around the floor to try and fine something to wipe up the blood. Louis walked past the bathroom, not noticing you at first but then did a double take to see you. His eyes immediately grew wide and his words came out stuttered. “Louis, it’s not-.” “It’s not what it looks like? Then what is it (Y/N)?” he snapped out, his tone sharp but a shaky. “I-I… I can’t… No!” you cried out, your head falling into your hands as you began to sob. You felt his arms come over you like a protective shield as he pulled you closer to him. “No… no, no, no,” he kept muttering. You took a handful of his t-shirt and inhaled his scent, trying to calm down. When you looked at his face, you noticed that tears were pouring down his face. “No, Lou,” you whimpered, using a shaking hand to wipe them away. “You didn’t tell me… you’re supposed to tell me, not this,” he cried into your hair. “I’m sorry,” you finally whispered after a few seconds of silence. “No, I’m sorry,” he replied, sniffling. “I should’ve noticed something. I could’ve helped you.” You put your hand up to his cheek and he leaned into it. “I love you, you can’t blame this on yourself. I’m sorry, I should’ve talked to you, but I was scared you wouldn’t want a broken girl.” His eyes sparkled with sadness and some guilt. “You really think that? Oh baby…” Again, he pulled you into him, stroking your hair softly. “I would never leave you for anything. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. You’re so beautiful just the way you are. You need to be able to see yourself like I do. Let me show you that you’re beautiful. I’ll do anything, just please… never do this again. It hurts me too.” You nodded your head softly and buried your head into his neck. “I love you,” was all you said. “I love you too baby.”
Zayn: The beach. You used to come here all the time with your parents and it used to be the best place in the world. Now it was your nightmare. It was the place where everything would be exposed and people would know your dirty little secret. Other people wouldn’t really care, but Zayn was a different story. Not only was he your boyfriend, he was your best friend and your saviour. He had given you a reason to live and a reason to stop cutting. But the scars were still there. When Zayn brought up the idea, you couldn’t turn it down. He would get suspicious if you did. So now here you were sitting on the beach towel next to him. You still had your cover – up on, a lighter colored suit underneath. Suddenly, it was like everything heated up 10 degrees hotter and even though the loose–fitting cover wasn’t hot, with no breeze that day, you just had to take it off, completely forgetting about the fading marks all over your ribs. You set it off to the side and laid flat on your back trying to tan. Zayn had already fallen asleep next to you, so why not? A few hours must have passed because Zayn was shaking you and telling you to wake up. Your eyes fluttered open and looked at him. He had a worried look on his face. You woke up a little more and propped yourself up with your elbows. “Is everything okay?” you asked. “Your ribs,” he whispered. Your body all at once woke up and your hands fumbled to grab the cover-up to hide what you didn’t want him to see. “No,” he simply said, prying the piece of material from your fingers. You fought to try and keep it covering you, but it was no use. He was too strong for you. He pulled the material away and just stared. “You, uh, haven’t done it recently right?” he asked, his fingers slowly tracing the subtle lines. It sent shivers through your body, but you ignored that. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Zayn. It was part of my past. I-I didn’t think it mattered.” You trailed off, your gaze falling to your lap. “Hey,” he sniffed. You could tell he was holding back the tears. A few even slipped from his eyes. His hand gently grabbed your chin and lifted it to meet his eyes. “Your past does matter. It’s what makes you who you are today. Yes, I wish you would’ve told me, but it’s okay. I know it must’ve been hard. But I know now and I’m 100% supportive of you. I love you (Y/N) and I’m so happy you stopped.” “Me too Zayn. Thank you so much. I love you too.” He pulled you into a protective hug. For the rest of the day, the two of you just had fun. He didn’t bring them up anymore, knowing it upset you. For the first time in your life, somebody cared, and that person was your true love, your best friend and your saviour, Zayn.
