Harry: It was all just getting to be too much. The fans, the hate, the fact that your boyfriend was hardly around anymore. Everything was slowly crumbling down on you. At the moment, you were thinking of the easiest way to let you pain out. The shower… That was it… burns healed quick didn’t they? You turned the shower on full heat and stripped down to your underwear. The mirror was already foggy when you sat at the bottom of the bath tub. When you sat down, you winced at the burning sensation, but eventually you got used to it. You don’t know how long you had been sitting there, but it felt like hours of just crying. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “(Y/N)? Are you in there?” You didn’t make a noise. “Come on (Y/N)… I saw your Twitter…” You could hear the concern growing into worry. Suddenly the door opened and he flung back the curtain. “(Y/N)!!” He reached down to grab you but quickly pulled back when the boiling water touched his hand. “Please… stop…” Through your tears, you could see him crying. He couldn’t do anything, the water was too hot. The look on his face was enough for you. You stood up and stepped out of the shower. You wanted to be able to walk right into Harry’s arms, but when you got out, the pain hit like a ton of bricks. You cried out and almost fell but Harry caught you just in time. He was extremely gentle with your now peeling skin. “Why (Y/N)? Why?” The both of you were full on crying now. “I’m so sorry Harry! I’m sorry…” He lightly pulled you into his arms, aware of the burns and stroked your hair. “Babe… I love you. You know that right?” You nodded into his chest. “Then you’ll trust me when I say you’re beautiful. You’re absolutely stunning! You can’t believe everything anybody says to you. Do you get what I’m saying?” You looked up at him and nodded. “I love you too Harry… will you help me?” “Oh, baby! You don’t even have to ask. Of course I will. I’ll be here whenever you need me, okay?” You smiled at him and he smiled back before pressing a light but passionate kiss to your lips. “Now, let’s go cool you off.”
Liam: You and Liam had what everybody called a fairy-tale relationship. But behind closed doors things were different. Yes, you and Liam loved each other deeply, and your love life was perfect, but it was your personal life that drove you to do horrible things. Ever since your parents got a divorce, you had been cutting. You never told Liam either because you thought he’d leave you and you couldn’t take being alone anymore. One evening you and Liam had run into a small group of fans. While Liam was talking to a few of them one came up to you. “Hi!” the girl greeted happily. You smiled at her, but kept quiet. “Why aren’t you talking?” she asked, smile fading from her lips. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. You were really nervous because you had cut again this morning, and you meant to cover them up but the thought slipped your mind. Now you were doing the best you could to hide them. “Aww, it’s okay! I just wanted to say how pretty you are and I really look up to you,” she said, beaming ear to ear. “Thanks,” you said smiling softly. “Could I maybe have a hug?” she asked innocently. “Uh, sure.” You pulled your arms from behind your back and hugged her. What you didn’t realize was the blood leaking through your light green, ling sleeved top. When you pulled away, she noticed. “(Y/N)! Your arms!” she whisper-shouted. At this point, the tears started up. You wiped them with your bloody sleeve as she walked towards Liam. You saw her whisper something to him and you could easily imagine what it was. A couple minutes later, Liam excused himself from the fans and walked over to you, concern building up in his face. He pulled you gently to a back alley. “(Y/N), let me see your arms.” You hesitated, but rolled up your bloody sleeves so your raw cuts were in clear view. He picked up both arms and kissed them up and down. You were softly crying. “Please… is it me?” he asked, tears falling down his cheeks. “No, Liam… I promise it’s not you.” “Then please love, tell me. I love you too much to see you hurt yourself.” You then explained how everything was just piling up and you couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled you into his strong, protective arms. “(Y/N), I know it can be hard, but I need you to trust me. Please, don’t do this anymore. You can text me or call me if I’m not here. But if I am here, come talk to me before this happens again.” You stared in admiration at how much your boyfriend actually cared. “I promise Liam…” He smiled and pressed a kiss you your forehead before wrapping his hand up with yours and walking home.
Louis: You and Louis had been dating for 2 years. At first everything was picture perfect but for the past week or so, you and he had been fighting constantly about pointless things. It was really pissing you off, so you turned to alcohol. The feeling you got after having a couple shots made you relax. Yes, you knew it was hurting you, but you felt good. Louis didn’t know about this, you kept it secret. You figured he’d get so mad and just quit. You loved Louis and you didn’t want him to leave, so you kept it secret. So far, you had been doing a pretty good job, but one day, Louis came across an empty bottle in your closet. “(Y/N), what’s this?” he asked, holding it up for you to see. “Uh, nothing… where did you find that?” you said, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. “I found it in the closet,” he said, giving you a skeptical look. “Is it yours?” “What? Why would you think it was mine?!” you said, starting to raise your voice. “Oh come on (Y/N)! I know we’ve been fighting more than often!” “So you think I start drinking to feel better?!?” you screamed. “I DON’T KNOW (Y/N), WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME?” You stood back. Louis had never screamed at you like that. “Maybe…” you slunk back. “(Y/N)…” Louis said, his voice sympathetic. “Yes, Louis! I’m sorry, okay? It made me feel better… I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you!” you cried. “How much?” he asked quietly. “Like 2 bottles a day,” you answered just above a whisper. He didn’t say anything. He walked over to you and took you in his strong arms. You just let it all out. You could feel wetness in your hair. He was crying too. “Baby, I’m so sorry… I know we’ve been fighting more than usual. I don’t want to anymore. I just want to be happy with you.” You pulled your head away from him and looked into his blue eyes. “Me too Louis… can we start now?” He let out a teary chuckle and nodded before kissing your forehead and bringing you back into his comforting arms.
Niall: Drugs. Drugs were your escape. Your escape from the living hell you called life. You were dating Niall, and that was the only part you were happy with. Your parents were both alcoholics and were always on your case. They would tell you how you’re lucky to have Niall, but they were surprised you even had a boyfriend. They called you fat worthless, a whore, slut. Any name you could think of, they would call you. Niall knew about this, but not the drugs. He did his best to protect you but sometimes it would be too late. Earlier today, you had just got home from school when your mom approached you. “You are a worthless whore who is just with Niall for the money,” she spat. You were taken aback by this. “What the hell mom?” you spat right back. “Don’t talk that way to me bitch!” she yelled and then walked away, probably to get more to drink. You ran up to your room, tears starting to drip down your face. You went up to your room, shut and locked the door, went over to your desk, opened the top drawer and picked up the package of ecstasy pills. What you didn’t know was that Niall had planned of surprising you. You hadn’t seen him standing by your window. You had just popped the first 2 pills in your mouth when you heard someone clear their throat. You quickly spun around to see your boyfriend, with a sad/disappointed look on his face. “(Y/N)…” “Niall, it’s not what it looks like.” “Then what is it (Y/N)? Please, I’d love to hear why you’re taking those… things.” He looked disgusted in you. You immediately felt guilty and he could see it on your face. “Babe, I know… I heard what your mom said downstairs and I know it’s not true. But this is not the way to handle things.” You sighed, defeated, knowing he was right. “I know, Niall. I should have told you and I’m sorry,” you cried, looking down at your feet. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore, okay?” You nodded as he pulled you over to your bed and laid you down. He laid down next to you and held you close. “(Y/N), I want you to come and stay with me. This is not right. I want you to be safe… with me.” You looked up and started crying more. “Niall, that means so much to me! Of course I’ll stay with you.” You gave him a tight hug which he gladly returned. “I love you princess.” “I love you too Niall.”
Zayn: ‘Whore!’ ‘Why don’t you go die, bitch?’ ‘Zayn never loved you, he just feels bad!’ The comments kept coming. And personally, they were making you more mad then sad. ‘You’re only using Zayn for his money you lying bitch!’ That one was the final straw. You stood up and went crazy on the room. You threw the laptop on the floor, knocked all your make up on the floor and banged you head against the wall. Then you just started punching the wall. Over and over again, you didn’t care that they were starting to bleed or that it was getting on the wall, you just kept going. Zayn must have heard the banging from downstairs and rushed upstairs to where you were. He walked in the door and the minute he saw you and the blood he ran over. “(Y/N), stop! Stop!” He grabbed you but you fought against him to keep punching. He finally grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back without hurting you. By now, the wall were smeared in blood. You kept struggling against his grip but he was strong so no matter how hard you tried, he wouldn’t let go. You finally realized that you wouldn’t get out so you just collapsed. He caught you as you fell and fell with you. He sat down on the floor and set you on his lap as you bawled. “Shhh, baby, shhh,” he coo’ed, trying to get you to calm down. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He sat you down on the counter. Grabbing the first aid kit, he wet a cloth and dabbed your knuckles. “It’s going to be okay (Y/N), you’re okay.” His words made you feel a bit better, knowing he truly did love you. After wrapping your hands up he offered to watch a movie. You happily agreed, knowing it would help calm you down. He put in your favorite movie and sat down next to you. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into him. During the movie, he bent his head to whisper in your ear. “I love you (Y/N), so much.” He grabbed your hands gently and kissed them. From then on, you knew that he did love you, and those people didn’t know what they were talking about.