5SOS Imagines

Hurt (5SOS)

Luke:

You were hurt and broken. But Luke knocked on your front door and when you opened it, you were engulfed in his embrace. He'd seen all of the hate. All 2.5 million tweets, and he knew more were coming as he hugged you. But you didn't care. As long as someone would keep you from indenting your skin again, it would be okay. And if Luke wanted to do that. It would always be okay, no matter what.

Hugs and love.

Ashton:

He saw your bloody razor and confronted you yesterday. You sat on the couch at 3 am, biting your nails. He was so upset, and you cried, he hugged you, and you both slept, curled into each other. But you didn't know if cuddling would be enough. If words would be enough.

"Y/n?" You looked behind you to see a firm Ashton.

"Yes?" You asked. He took you to your bathroom and told you he found your secret stash and took you to the dump for them to be disposed of in front of your eyes.

Actions were enough.

Calum:

He'd taken off your clothing and lied you on the bed next to his own bare body.

"List all of my perfections." He'd whispered to you.

"Everything." He glared at you playfully and you nodded and listed all of the things you loved about Calum.

"Now, my imperfections. And don't say nothing." He warned.

"I don't like it when you barge in the bathroom and order me to get off of the toilet so you can "take a piss"." He smiled, and started listing your perfections. You couldn't help but smile at the light in his eyes as he talked about how much he loved you.

"I don't like when...you call yourself ugly. And I don't like when you don't tell me you cut." He took your arm and kissed the jagged scars. He hugged your body to his own as you both cried silently.

Sometimes you have to be forced to see you have value.

Michael:

"No," Michael held the razor to your face and then stomped on it with his boot. "You are beautiful."

"No," You held up his phone with twitter hate opened up. "You have perfectly fine cravings for pizza." You deleted a post.

"No," He held up another. "You are the best sex I've ever had." You laughed and took the razor and tossed it in the garbage bin.

"I know that silly." You wrapped your arms around his neck. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" You nodded and kissed his nose and bit your lip.

"You don't need to brush up on anything?" He asked, bringing your legs around his waist.

"Maybe I could dust up on some edges." You both laughed loudly and entered your room.

Confidence is never a flaw. Cockiness is.

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The bold italic words are just a little lesson.