5sos imagines

He saves you from suicide

"I'm so sorry, baby...I'm sorry, please, just don't do that again." He begged, gently stroking my hair.

"It's the only way to stop the pain." I sobbed into his shirt.

"No, babe, it's not. You're going to be okay, but you have to promise me that you're not going to try that, or anything that will end the same way, again." He spoke, looking at me.

"Promise me." He demanded. I sighed.

"I promise." I whispered. He breathed a sigh of relief before kissing my head.

"I love you so much. Never forget that." He mumbled, hugging me tightly.

Michael

I emptied the contents of my pill bottle into my hand and counted them. I was only meant to take one day, and I was about to take all one hundred of them. It would hurt, but it would do what I wanted. I took a deep breath before grabbing my water and popping the first ten pills into my mouth. I took a big drink of my water to wash them down before popping the next ten in, continuing to take ten at a time until they were all gone. I quickly started to feel lightheaded, making me fall to the floor. I started to close my eyes as I saw a figure over me.

"Oh, my god, Y/N, no!" Michael rushed as he knelt down beside me. I kept my eyes closed, determined to make this work.

I peeled my eyes open, squinting them as they were met with a bright light. I looked around and gulped as I was in a hospital bed with Michael sat in a chair by the bed, clutching my hand. I looked around again.

"What happened?" I asked quietly. Michael's head shot up, and his red, puffy eyes told me that he'd been crying.

"You took all of your pills at once. I got home seconds after you did, but according to the nurse, if I would have gotten home any later, your suicide attempt could have worked." He choked.

"Oh." I mumbled.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, making me sigh.

"I'm sorry, Mikey, everything just got too much. I couldn't handle it anymore." I admitted, looking down. He sighed.

"Just don't do anything like that again, please. I'm going to do whatever it takes to help you through this, okay?" he spoke.

"Okay." I nodded. He sighed before pulling me into his body, hugging me tightly.

Ashton

I gulped as I shut the front door. I sighed as I saw Ashton sitting on the sofa, just watching TV. I walked up to him, making him look at me.

"Hey, babe." He smiled. I sat down next to him.

"I love you, Ashton. You know that, right?" I asked. He looked at me.

"Of course I do. I love you too." He smiled. I nodded before kissing him passionately.

"Goodbye." I choked before standing up and heading to the bedroom.

"Wait, what?" he asked as he stood up and followed me. I walked into our bedroom and shut the door before locking it.

"Y/N, what are you doing in there?" Ashton's muffled voice sounded through the door.

"I'm sorry. It's too much, I can't handle it anymore. I'm sorry." I spoke as tears rolled down my cheeks. I opened the bedside table drawer and got out my gun.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?! Please don't do anything!" I could hear Ashton's voice getting more frantic.

"I love you, Ashton. I always will." I choked as I put it off of safety.

"Please, baby, don't do this, I love you." He begged.

"Goodbye." I said before closing my eyes and pulling the trigger. I opened my eyes again. I frowned as I looked at the gun. I quickly opened the bullet magazine to see it empty.

"Shit." I mumbled. I went to the door and unlocked it to reveal Ashton holding my bullets.

"Hand it over." He muttered. I sighed before placing the gun in his hand, making him put the gun into the back of his belt and out of my reach. Suddenly, he dropped the bullets and grabbed my face before passionately kissing me. I quickly returned it as I curled my arms around his waist.

"I love you, okay? I love you, and I'm going to get you get through this. Just promise that you will never do that again." He demanded. I sighed before nodding.

"I need to hear you say it." He insisted.

"I promise." I mumbled.

"Okay." He sighed before kissing my head.