A/N~This was requested by MATT_GIRL-080103, I hope you and everyone else likes it. Sorry again for slow updates.

TW~Self harm, crying and online hate.

Y/N'S POV

Since I first joined my brothers the car video, having my scars and cuts in show, the majority of the comments have been cruel. Asking me why I had done it, how stupid I am to do it, and some even telling me I should keep doing it due to their hate for me.

My brothers, especially Matt, could see how much this was affecting me and decided that I should stay home today.

I don't argue at all, I really want to just stay home and cuddle my pillows and blankets.

"We'll see you later sis. If you need us, call us okay?" Nick says, hugging me, followed by Chris and Matt.

"Okay, I will. I'll save some pizza in the fridge for you." I reply, setting up my "camp" in the living room, which was just pillows and blankets on the couch with a movie waiting to be played.

As soon as they leave, I jump on the couch, ordering a pepperoni pizza for the boys and a Hawaiian pizza for myself. I snuggle into my blanket and then play the movie.

As the movie plays, my mind drifts back to the comments of the car video.

That's so ugly.

Suits you, you should do it more.

Ew, her brothers must be disappointed.

In this moment I feel like my mind and body are two separate people, my body dragging me to the bathroom where my neat collection of razor blades lay, whereas my mind reminds me of the awful comments, urging me to hurt myself.

Without even thinking, the razor glides across my wrist, the blood flowing from the cuts and dripping onto the floor from my fingertips.

I then realise what I've done. I broke my promise to my brothers. I drop the razor blade and sit against the bathroom wall, crying.

The more I cry, the more laboured my breathing becomes and I know that I have to call my brothers in case I spiral.

I grab my phone with my non-bloody wrist and call Matt.

Matt's POV

As me, Chris and Nick discuss our favourite Christmas activities, my phone starts buzzing.

"It's Y/N." I state, seeing her contact name flash up on my phone.

"Do you think something is wrong?" Nick asks, leaning forward to turn the camera off for a moment.

"I don't know." I reply, picking the phone up and answering her call.

"Y/N, are you okay?" I ask, hearing her sobs and short breaths.

"M-Matt, I'm s-sorry." She cries in to the phone, making me sigh, knowing that she's hurt herself.

"It's okay sis, we're on our way home okay, just take some deep breaths for me and take your mind off of it. I'll put Chris on the phone so I can drive okay?" I say, and she replies with a soft "okay", before I pass the phone to Chris, starting the drive home.

"Hey Y/N, keep breathing for us okay? We'll be home in around 12 minutes." Chris reassures her, as he hears her sobs and breathing.

The drive home feels like it stretches for hours, the silence occasionally broken by Chris' talking or Y/N's repeated apologies.

Finally, I park the car on the driveway and we all get out, leaving the stuff in the car, locking it then rushing into the house.

Y/N'S POV

I have a bit of relief when I hear the door open and three lots of footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Y/N? Can we come in?" Nick says from outside of the locked door, and I reach up to unlock it, letting them in.

They walk in, eyes wide from seeing the blood on the floor and my wrist and how overwhelmed I am.

Matt is the first to snap onto action and he kneels down beside me, pulling me into a hug, knowing that the first thing I need right now is comfort.

"Nick can you grab a towel and Chris can you get the first aid kit." Matt orders and Nick goes into the storage cupboard, grabbing a towel, whereas Chris goes downstairs to find the first aid kit.

"I-I'm s-so sorry Matt, I-I didn't mean too." I cry, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I know, I know, it's okay, we're gonna help you." He replies, stroking my hair, his arms still around me tight.

Nick comes back, gently wrapping the towel around my wrist to stop and soak up the blood, followed by Chris appearing with the first aid kit a few seconds later.

He unpacks the first aid kit, getting a bandage, gauze, sterile water and disinfectant wipes, before sitting in front of me.

"I'm gonna clean it sis, but it's gonna sting, so I'm sorry in advance okay?" He states and I nod, knowing the routine due to the past times this has happened.

Nick slowly unwraps the towel from my wrist, the cut red and a but irritated, with dried blood around the surface of my skin.

Matt holds my other hand in his, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles, which calms me down a bit.

Chris pick up the sterile water, gently pouring it over my wrist and Nick uses the towel to wipe the dried blood off around my wrist, then uses tap water and the towel to clean the floor.

Chris grabs one of the disinfectant wipes, beginning to clean the main cut, causing me to wince and squeeze Matt's hand.

"Shh, it's okay. I know it hurts but we don't want it getting infected." Matt whispers, still stroking my hair and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

Chris continues to clean the cut thoroughly, before putting gauze over the cut and then wrapping the bandage around my wrist.

"All done. We're proud of you for going through this and telling us instead of hiding it." Nick says, patting my knee, helping me up to my feet.

"Come on, let's show you the footage from the car video." Chris says, now taking my hand into his and leading me downstairs.

The laptop gets plugged into the TV and Nick pulls up the footage of the vlog.

We all get comfy on the sofa with snacks, laughing along to jokes or sarcastic comebacks my brothers say to one another and in that moment, I feel safe from all of the online hate about my self harm and realise that no matter what they say, I can always talk to my brothers and they'll help me whenever they can.