TW:
•self harm
•panic attack
•depression
There stood Jamie.
He looked so miserable it made me wanna cry.
He shut the door behind me.
He looked at me with pleading eyes.
He then made his way over to wrapping his arms around my waist and throwing his head on my shoulder sobbing.
I kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back trying to comfort him.
"It's okay baby.. come on, lay down"
I bright him to the bed.
He laid down and rested his head on my chest still sobbing.
"God I just want it to be over."
He sobbed. He probably didn't even know what he was saying
"Want what to be over.. the tour?"
I asked still trying to comfort him
"No...everything I'm so fucking exhausted"
He started crying even more.
That hit hard.. my poor angel he deserves so much fucking better
He's body temperature started to rise. I put my hand on his head.
"Jesus your burning up"
I said. He just whimpered and buried his face further into my chest.
I sat him up lightly and grabbed the ends of his hoodie
"Here.. take this off"
I said started to tug it up.
All of a sudden he started to look even more panicked.
"No no no please don't"
He said but it was to late, I already pulled it off.
"Oh god"
My eyes started watering as I saw his wrist..there were so many cuts...why him? He deserves to be happy
He fell into my arms and cried even more. This time he was hyperventilating. Fuck.
"I'm sorry"
He cried.
"No no no don't apologize love"
I said rubbing circles on his back
He was started to shake.
Another panic attack.
I kissed the top of his head.
After a while he started to calm down.
"Jamie"
"Hmm"
I just barely said
"Please talk to me..when your ready. I'll always be here for you, you can talk to me."
I told him.
Then he fell asleep.
Next day:
I woke up with Jamie curled into me peacefully sleeping.
The door flew open and three guys walked in.
Tristan Sam and Roland.
"NO FUCK THIS"
Tristan yelled
"Your over reacting Jesus."
Sam said
Jamie groaned and pushed his head further into my chest.
"What the fuck"
I said gently moving Jamie off of me and getting up
"No he's being fucking selfish"
Tristen yelled
"Hey out you can talk about this in your room"
I said pushing Tristan out.
We walked into Sam's room and everyone started yelling agin. Tristin complaining about something, and sam telling him to shut up.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING ON WITH"
I yelled
"JAMIE HES BEING FUCKING SELFISH, I MEAN YESTERDAY HE WAS LATE AND ALMOST
FORGOT ABOUT THAT STUPID FUCKING INTERVIEW OR WHATEVER IT WAS AND LAST NIGHT HE WAS FUCKING HIGH ON GOD KNOWS WHAT"
"GIVE HIM A FUCKING A BREAK"
I yelled back
"We were the same as always maybe even better why do you even care!"
Sam yelled
"BECAUSE"
"What the fuck is going on...I'm tryna fucking sleep dick heads"
Jamie had just walked through the door. His eyes were red and blood shot from last night.
"Nothing darling go"
I told him
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU ON LAST NIGHT"
Tristan yelled
"What?"
Jamie asked
"YOUR SO FUCKING SELFISH"
He yelled again
"Oh fuck off"
Jamie said
"SEE YOU'VE BEEN SUCH A FUCKING BITCH LATELY"
"just shut up Tristan"
I screamed
"YOU SHUT UP YOUR JUST A FUCKING WHORE"
Tristen yelled again
before I even processed what he just said to me I saw Jamie punch him. Right after he shoved him up against the door.
"DON'T FUCKING TALK TO HER LIKE THAT"
He yelled.
Everyone was silent.
Jamie shoved Tristan to the side and left the room.
I followed him. We walked back into our room. I sat him on the bed and started to wipe the blood off his fist with a tissue.
"You okay?"
I asked
"Yeah I'm just really fucking tired.."
A/n:Sorry for what's coming up..it's gonna be rough
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