One Direction Imagines

Self Harming- Louis

LOUIS POV

A long day at work. A really long day. But now I get to come home to my beautiful girlfriend, (y/n).

"Babe, I'm home!" No answer. Maybe she was asleep, or tending to the garden in our backyard. I walked passed the TV and saw the celebrity news channel was on.

'Is (y/n) cheating on longtime boyfriend Louis Tomlinson? This picture has the answers.' I heard the anchor say. I couldn't help but look at the picture on the TV. It was (y/n) holding hands with someone else. But it was clearly photoshopped. I remembered that day. I was with her when that picture was taken.

"That is such bullshit," I muttered. I knew (y/n) would never cheat on me. These rumors about us have been going on for too long. And the fans were already not that fond of her, but she has been handling it all really well. Or at least I thought she was.

I got into our bedroom and went to put my coat in the closet. When I opened the door, a pill bottle fell from the top shelf. I looked at the label: Naproxen Sodium. Its a painkiller. I didn't know we had any in the house, and I understand the reason to have it. Its not a bad idea to have painkillers, but why was it in the closet? Was (y/n) in pain? Did something happen and she didnt tell me?

On the side of the bottle was a reciept saying it was purchased two days ago. I opened the bottle and there was only ten pills. The bottle said it held one hundred and fifty. That means that one hundred and forty were taken or missing. As I tilted the bottle I noticed a... Blade? It was hidden at the bottom of the bottle. Could (y/n) have really done this to herself?

I walked around the house looking for her. I walked out into the backyard and found her sitting under the tree, legs crossed, book in her lap. I sat down next to her, "We need to talk."

She closed her book and said, "Louis, I swear those rumors are not true. I would never cheat on you. You have to believe me."

"No, Baby, I know you would never do that. That isnt what I wanted to talk about."

"Then what?"

"This... Fell out of the closet when I tried to put my coat away," I said putting the bottle in front of her.

Her face held a guilty expression, but she didn't admit to anything. Instead she said, "Why does that bother you. It isn't a bad idea to have painkillers, ya know. You never know what could happen."

"No, but why were they in the closet," I asked hoping she would confess.

"Dunno. I probably just threw them in there when I was cleaning one day."

I couldnt believe she was lying to me.

"(Y/n), I know you're lying. I opened the bottle. I found the blade." She looked down into her lap and said nothing. "Let me see them," I said gently. She didn't move. I took a guess and grabbed her wrist and pulled up the sleeve. I guessed correctly. There in the underside of her arm, were cuts. Some deep, others hardly noticeable. "You were doing so well. What happened?"

"N-nothing," her voice cracked, "it got to me. All of it got to me. It was all just an act when I made it look like it didn't bother me. It was so painfull and it was everywhere and I couldn't ignore it. I tried, but..."

"This won't help it any. And niether will the painkillers. Those don't take away emotional pain, Love." I paused, "Did you really take all those pills?"

"Not all of them...but most of them. Some fell on the floor, or I lost 'em under the counter."

"Do you realize that you are only supposed to be taking in four of these within a twenty four hour period? Any more and it could cause major liver damage. They can kill you if you abuse them."

"I wouldn't mind that," she muttered, though I don't think I was meant to hear it.

"(Y/n), don't talk like that. Forget what the fans think. Forget all the fucking rumors. We know the truth. We know whats real. Thats enough. We trust each other and thats all we need. Don't let lies like that get to you."

"Its not that simple, Louis," she whispered. I saw a tear fall down her cheek.

I wiped the tear away and pulled her into my lap. "I know its not, Princess. But we will get through it together. We have to act like the rumors don't bother us; that we couldn't care less about what they say. When they realize nothing can tear us apart, they'll leave us alone."

"Do you really think that will work?"

"I do. And if it doesn't, we'll work out another plan. Either way we will get through this. Okay?" She nodded her head against my chest. "I love you, (y/n). Please don't do this again."

"I wont."

"Good." I said. We sat there under the tree as I held her in my arms. I never wanted to do something more in my life than hold her.