(A/N):
Not sure how I feel about this one, I don't think it was well written :/ please leave feedback guys. and also feel free to request different imagines and stuff

Description: you receive hate on Twitter, so you relapse. But thankfully Pete is there to comfort you.

Word Count: 883

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I sat on the bathroom floor, my back against the door with my knees to my chest. My phone was in one hand while a razor was in my other.

About an hour ago I had the bright idea to go on Twitter. And now I wish I hadn't. I had countless messages telling me I was worthless, that I didn't deserve to date Pete and that I should just do everyone a favour and die.

You would think that these girls, and even some boys, would respect their idol enough to not send this kind of hate to the people he loves.

Well, at least I think he loves me. After reading all those tweets I'm starting to think otherwise. I know it's stupid, having these thoughts because some insecure teenagers sent me fucking irrelevant tweets.

But it just gets to you. Whether you want it to or not. Every little tweet, deepens the crack in the wall I spent years trying to build up.

I wiped away a couple tears with the back of my hand before looking down at the razor in my hand. I put down my phone and pulled up my sleeves, showing faded white scars.

I pressed the cold metal to my arm, pushing it down and pulling as I thought about all the hate.

I can't believe Pete would date a bitch like you.

You don't deserve that angel, you're just a slut that's using him for his fame.

Why don't you just do everyone a favour and kills yourself?

I choked back a sob, maybe I should. Maybe I should just give everyone what they want and kill myself, doesn't seem like anyone would care anyway.

I looked back down at my arm, just watching the blood start to drip down my arm and onto the white tile floor. I would have to clean that later.

I pulled up my other sleeve, stopping when the sound of the front door opening filled the silence. "(Y/N)?" Pete's voice was heard.

I quickly got up, throwing the razor into the toilet and flushing it. I have more anyway. "(Y/N)? Where are you?" Pete called again, this time from the hallway.

"I'm just in the bathroom, I'll be right out." I called back, cringing at the crack in my voice. I heard his footsteps coming into our bedroom as I hurriedly wrapped some bandages around my arm.

I rinsed my face with cold water, hoping that it wasn't noticeable that I had been crying just a few minutes before.

I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out with a fake smile. "Hello, beautiful." Pete smiled, getting up from our bed and coming over to me. "Hello," I forced a giggle as he peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder blades.

"Let's just go relax, yeah? I've had a long day at the studio." Pete said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the living room. We sat down on the couch as Pete turned the tv on, putting on Modern Family.

We sat back and watched, small chuckles leaving Pete every few minutes. Everything was fine until the show ended and Pete's breathing hitched.

"(Y/N), your arm is bleeding," Pete said quietly. I looked down at my arm, seeing that blood had indeed soaked through my bandages and sweater, leaving a big red stain

Pete gently took my arm, pulling up the sleeve. I could only watch, feeling pathetic as he looked down at me. "I thought you stopped," he said quietly, tears starting to fill his eyes.

By now I had tears falling down my face, I pulled back my arm and stood up to go, but Pete pulled me back down by the waist. "Please baby, talk to me." He desperately begged as tears started to fall down his face.

Instead of replying I just pulled out my phone, unlocked it and handed it to him. It opened right to Twitter, right to the hate and Pete read it, a horrified expression on his face.

He locked my phone and set down on the coffee table. Pete sat back down, pulling me into his lap. He cupped my face, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.

"None of that is true, princess. You are not worthless, don't let some internet troll tell you otherwise. You mean the world to me, and if I lost you I honestly don't know what I would do."

I let out a choked son as I pulled Pete closer to me, my arms wrapped around his neck. "I-I'm so s-sorry," I cried. Pete wrapped his arms around my waist, rocking me back and forth.

"Shh, honey you have nothing to be sorry for. Everything's okay, everything is going to be okay. I'm here for you, and I always will be." Pete whispered, his hand rubbing my back.

I nodded my head, the tears had gone down know. I pulled away from Pete and just looked into his eyes. "I love you so much," I told him, a small smile forming on my lips.

"I love you more." He grinned back, giving me a quick kiss. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up." He said, helping me to my feet before leading me to the bathroom.