Sam and Colby Imagines

Colby-He Finds Out You Self Harm

WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING. DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. Love you all!

Your POV

*SLAM*

You slammed the front door to your apartment, honestly not caring if the boys were home. "The boys" referring to your boyfriend, Colby, and your guys' best friend, Sam. You shared an apartment, but they were at a meeting with their managers about their summer tour. Although, you were happy they weren't home because they wouldn't catch you and what you were about to do.

You were so tired of everything. Hate from the boys' fans, your screwed up family, and you found out your boss was a pathetic perv. Today at work, he, along with almost all of your male co-workers, were hitting on you. Through everything, you've managed to stay clean from cutting yourself, more for Colby than yourself. You've been clean for almost two years, the length of yours and Colby's relationship. Even though you've been clean, that doesn't mean you haven't self harmed in other ways. You've tried minor harming. For example, popping yourself in the wrist with a rubber band when things got too overwhelming. Things like that, but you never got the same effect and relief that you did from cutting. You decided that two years being clean was enough.

You march into the bathroom and, not paying attention, leave the door cracked. You begin rummaging through the drawers in the sink, searching for a shaving razor. You find one of yours and pop one of the blades out.

You sit down onto the floor in front of the bath tub. With a giant deep breath, you let the blade sink into your arm. One cut, two cuts....

Colby's POV

Sam and I walk into the apartment and Y/N isn't here. Her bag and jacket are laying in front of the couch, but she isn't in here.

"Babe," I call out, expecting a response from Y/N but not getting one. "Babe, we're home." Sam and I begin searching for her. Now I'm worried and I can tell Sam is too.

"Sam, search the rest of the apartment for her." Without verbally responding, Sam does as I ask him.

Sam's POV

I leave Colby in the living room and begin searching for Y/N. My first thought was the bathroom in hers and Colby's bedroom, but I desperately hoped that she wasn't in there. Me being her best friend, she opened up to me about her past with self harm. She begged me not to tell Colby because she didn't want him to be worried about her because she doesn't do it anymore. But, she also has been telling me about all the stress in her life. Stress always was her main trigger.

I make my way to their bedroom and, while shaking, open the bedroom door silently. I see that the bathroom door is cracked open, light spilling into the room. I make my way to the door and open it. When I see what I did not want to see, I gasp.

"Y/N?"

Your POV

"Y/N?"

You look up startled and gasp when you see Sam standing in the doorway. You then look back down to the very obvious seven fresh scars you had made on your left arm.

"S-Sam, it's not- You can't tell Colby. Please don't tell him, he won't understand." Sam's now kneeling in front of you.

"Y/N, I know I promised I'd never tell him, but that's when you said you weren't gonna do this anymore. I- I have to tell him, Y/N. You mean the world to him and he deserves to know. Don't you think?" You stayed silent. Sam squeezes your hand before getting up and leaving the bathroom.

Colby's POV

Sam walks back into the living room and he looks like he's been crying because his eyes are red.

"Sam? Sam, what's wrong? Did you find Y/N? Where is she?"

"Yes, Colby. I found her. She's in the bathroom in your guys' bedroom." That was all I needed to hear. I began walking toward my bedroom door when Sam grabbed my arm stopping me.

"Colby, before you just barge in there, there's something I need to tell you." I stay silent but nod, telling Sam to continue. "Colby, Y/N used to cut herself, but she hasn't in two years. She told me because she didn't think you'd understand and she begged me not to tell you because she didn't want you to worry about her. But she's been under a lot of stress lately, and...and she cut again." I let Sam finish without interrupting him. I feel tears rim my eyes.

"Th-thank you for telling me, Sam." I choke out before turning to my bedroom and walking in.

I get to the bathroom and walk in. When I see Y/N sitting in front of the bath tub crying and with blood covering her left arm and right hand, I can't help but start crying as well.

"Y/N."

Your POV

You hear Colby say your name through tears but you don't even look up at him. In a swift move, he's sitting in front of you and has the blade that's still in your right hand knocked across the room. He takes your hands in his and forces you to look at him.

"Baby girl, why?"

"Why what?"

"Why didn't you tell me you used to cut? Why didn't you tell me about the stress your under, we could have talked about it before it led to- to this."

"I- I don't know, Colby. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, but you have to promise me that you won't do this again and mean it this time. You have to promise me that you'll talk to someone if the stress gets overwhelming again so this doesn't happen. Talk to either me or Sam, I don't care, just please talk to someone."

"Okay. I'm sorry, Colby."

"Stop apologizing, baby girl. Let's get you cleaned and bandaged up, okay?" You nod and let Colby pull you up off of the floor by your hands. You walk to the sink and allow him to wash your wounds. The water and hydrogen peroxide he pours on your arm burns but you get through it. He gets your arm bandaged and you two walk out to the bedroom. You sit down on the bed and he goes to his closet to get one of his hoodies. He comes back and hands it to you, you slide it on. He sits down on the bed beside you and wraps his arms around you, you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Colby?"

"Yes baby girl?"

"You're not gonna judge or leave me for this, are you?"

"God no. I would never do that!"

"Okay, good. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much!"

"I love you so much too, Y/N."

I hope you guys enjoyed this. Y'all have no idea how difficult of a time I had while writing this to not cry. Anyway, just remember I don't write these kind of imagines to trigger anyone, so please don't think that. I love you all so much! :) <3