5sos boyxboy one shots

Cake

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Luke hates himself. No one in the band knows, he's never told them. The marks lining his wrists and hips are his little secret. He knows he needs help but he's scared. Scared that everyone will hate him because he already does.

That's why, instead of going to one of his best friends for help, he turned to his blades. He's sitting in the tub, getting blood everywhere. His thighs are a mess and his wrists aren't much better off. Raising his wrist, he's about to make one final little slash before turning on the water and washing away the evidence when a loud knock startles him.

"Luke you better not be jerking off in there, we share that bathroom." Calum called jokingly from the other side. The little slash Luke had originally planned was now a deep gash. His hand jerked when the knock sounded and now more and more blood is appearing, making Luke panic.

"Wait are you really jerking off?"

"No-" his voice was hoarse from all the crying he'd done earlier. He then turned the water on, still panicking, to rinse off.

"Luke are you okay?" Calum had a bad feeling. Something was off. Luke had been in the bathroom since before he left to get lunch. He tried to turn the knob but it was locked. Immediately he felt around the top of the doorframe for a key.

Seeing the door handle jiggle made Luke's stomach lurch. He cleared his throat. "Calum I'm fine. I'll be out soon okay?" He sounded a bit better but he was still hoarse.

"Okay..." Calum's voice trailed off. Luke wasn't at all convincing. 'What happened?' Calum wondered. He sat outside the door, waiting for his bandmate to emerge.

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Luke finally got all the cuts to stop bleeding except the one on his wrist. He decided just to bandage it and hope for the best. He double checked the tub, making sure there was no sign of what he'd done in there and pulled on his old clothes from before. He was too nervous he'd meet Calum on the way to his room to walk out in a towel and risk broadcasting his self hate. Making sure his bracelets were covering everything and his sleeves were pulled down, he opened the door, only to scream when Calum appeared from no where.

"Dude, are you alright? You were in there for almost two hours!" Calum asked frantically.

Luke cleared his throat again then smiled his best fake smile. "Yeah Cal, I'm good. Just lost track of time."

"What were you even doing in there?"

"I uh... I was on twitter." Not completely a lie since twitter comments are what triggered him to cut.

"Your phones over there Luke." Calum pointed to the little box across the room and Luke swallowed hard. Calum grabbed Luke's wrist, his gashed one mind you, and dragged him towards Luke's bed. Luke managed to contain the hiss of pain but the look of sheer discomfort on his features was completely unavoidable. Calum sat and gestured for Luke to follow his lead. To say Luke was terrified was an understatement.