“Come here (YN)!” Niall yelled while chasing after me. A giggle escaped my mouth as I run up the stairs while holding his phone in my hands. I could hear his heavy footsteps following me before I ran into the bedroom I shared with my boyfriend and I jumped on the bed.
I expected Niall to jump on me, but he didn’t. I stood on the bed while holding his phone above my head. “Come and get it if you can!” I teased him.
Before I knew it, Niall picked me up and threw me over his broad shoulder.
“Give it back!” He yelled with a laugh, his blonde hair messy because of running. “Nope.” I said with a smirk on my face. He finally put me down on the floor when suddenly the sleeve of my purple sweater had slide up a little bit. I tried to cover my wrist, but Niall had already seen it. There was a long silence.
“(YN), d-d-id you cut y-y-ourself?” He asked. I could hear he was about to cry.
“Sorry...” I whispered quiet. Niall let his warm index finger slid over my skin, stroking the scars. “Don’t do this again, okay?” He begged. “You know you can tell me everything, I’ll never let you down.”
