You glanced at your wrists with the new scars. You did self-harm a bit, just to let out your frustration, but you would clean your scars and keep your blades right away before anyone sees.
You opened your twitter and tapped on the new trending hashtag made to send you hate. None of the fans supported your relationship with Calum.
There was a lot of negativity in the tweets that your eyes almost filled up. "Hey Y/N," Calum's voice said as he entered the bedroom you both share. You quickly locked your phone.
"Hi Cal," you fake smiled as you frantically put on heaps of wristbands quickly. He stared at you suspiciously and worriedly, but he seemed to shrug it off afterwards.
"Let's watch a movie and cuddle downstairs please?" he begged. He tried to grab your hand but he accidentally held your wrist with the new scars.
You winced. "What's wrong babe?" Calum asked.
"Nothing. You, uh, you just kinda squeezed my arm too tight." you managed.
"But I didn't even squeeze it at all, I just held it." he said.
"I don't know, but sure, let's watch some movies." you said heading for the door. Once you reached the door knob, Calum instantly stood in front of you, blocking the doorway. You raised an eyebrow.
He quickly shoved your phone right in front of you, revealing all the mean tweets. "What's this?"
"Uh, n-nothing." you tried to grab your phone, but your boyfriend raised it higher so you couldn't reach it. "Calum! That's my phone!" you demanded, your voice shaking.
He slid it in your jean pocket and said, "I told you to ignore those."
"Sorr---" But Calum has already removed your wristbands, revealing the scars. Your heart raced. What were you gonna tell him?
"Baby," he frowned.
You realized how upset he was, and it was your fault, and now you've started crying in front of him. He shushed you as he dragged you to your bed. "How long were you doing this?" He asked as you both sat down the edge of the bed.
"It's..... It's been two weeks." You dreaded his reaction so you quickly buried your face into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Why?" Calum asked, his voice sounding completely broken.
"G-go on.... you can yell at me. Tell me how useless I am, how I'm not good enough for you. You can yell at me about how weak I am, and how horrible I am as a girlfriend. You can yell at me about being such a wimp." you said.
Instead there was silence.
"Yell at me!!" you shouted.
"Y/N," Calum said softly, his fingers gently tracing your scars. "I would never yell at you. You deserve everything good that has happened to you. You are not a horrible girlfriend, I'm actually very lucky to have you. And no, you are not weak, I can see that you've been strong for a long time." he finished, placing a delicate kiss on your wrist. "If I were to yell at you, I would yell how much I love you and how happy I am to have you in my life."
"Calum," you slowly raised your head from his chest to face him. "Were all those true, or are you just saying those to cheer me up?"
He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. "Why would that be a lie if it came straight from my heart?" he smiled, kissing your forehead.
