A/N~This was requested by @ElmarieDutoit7, I hope you and everyone else likes it. Wattpad isn't letting me tag people now for some reason.

TW~Self-harm.

Y/N'S POV

It's been a long week. I still haven't told Nick and Matt that I relapsed. Chris has been the best brother ever with keeping it a secret for me.

He normally brings me into his room, and he'll clean the cuts for me and then put some cream on the cuts. He always lets me wear his hoodies, and he doesn't rush me to tell Nick and Matt.

Today, I'll make the step to tell Nick and Matt, but before I could, we were told that we would be filming a car video today. It's about 29 degrees out (that's hot for Britain, not sure about America), and the air conditioner in the car is broken.

If I wear a hoodie, I'll overheat or seem suspicious, but then the camera will see it. Thankfully, the cuts are on my right arm, and some on my left wrist, so it might not be seen from where I sit next to Nick at the back.

"Chris, can I talk to you?" I ask, tugging on his vest a bit, gaining his attention. "Yeah sure, come here." He takes me into the game room downstairs and we sit on the couch.

"What am I gonna do about the video?" I'm wearing a hoodie currently, more specifically, Chris' white Fresh Love hoodie, but I'm already struggling from the heat.

"Y/N, you're gonna have to tell them soon enough. I think you should tell them today if you're ready." He says, taking my hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"What about the camera?" Chris sits back in his chair and thinks for a moment. "I don't know Y/N, if you're not comfortable with it, you don't have to be in the video. Personally, I think the scars and cuts show that you're being strong and fighting a battle not many people can." You smile, feeling more confident, as you lean forward to hug Chris.

"Thanks Chris," you whisper, as he hugs you back, rubbing your back slowly. "It's alright, now let's get ready to go." We get up, and I think I'll tell Nick and Matt before we go.

We all meet back in the living room, and the two others look a bit bored. "Finally, where were you guys?" Nick asks, and Chris goes to speak but I cut him off.

"Talking about my relapse." I say, and they all look at me. I guess I said that a bit bluntly.

"You relapsed?" Matt asks, and Nick looks guilty as hell, thinking it was from finding my diary.

"Yeah, I-I was beat up at school and called names it was awf-" I was cut off, and pulled into a hug by my brothers.

Nick then wipes my tear away. "You come to us next time. We'll talk to the school about the bullies. We're gonna be here for you." I nod, and grab my bag.

I know that I can't wear a hoodie in the boiling hot weather to hide my scars, but that's fine. Like Chris said, the scars and cuts show that I'm being strong and fighting a battle not many people can.

We head into the car, and all turn on our electric fans as the AC is broken and it's hot out. I take my hoodie off, showing some fresh cuts, old ones and scars.

Nick still looks guilty. "Nick, it's not you're fault I promise. I forgive you." I know Nick wanted me to forgive him the moment he told me that he read my diary, but I wasn't ready yet. Now, I was ready to forgive him, so I did.

"Thanks Y/N." He pulls me into a hug, and then Matt and Chris ask if we're ready to film. I wipe mine and Nick's tears and then nod, ready to film the video, not caring about the hate that I might receive about my scars and cuts.

All I care about is that my brothers will be there for me whenever I need them.