Warning: These are all very serious subjects. If you're not comfortable with them please don't read this BSM.
Niall (Depression): "I'm home." you announce quietly as you enter the house. Your mother greets you with a smile and a hug. "How was your day sweetie?" she asks. "It was good." you whisper. She looks worried at you. "Is something wrong? You're not yourself lately." You shake your head no. "I'm good. Don't worry. I go upstairs ok?" But you don't wait for her answer as you make your way upstairs. You fall on your bed and watch the ceiling for a while before walking into your bathroom. As you look into the mirror you see why people call you names. You're not as beautiful as others. You look at yourself a last time, give yourself a sad smile before you lay down on your bed again. Suddenly your phone rings. You look at the caller ID and sigh. "Hello?" you answer the call already knowing who calls. "Hi (Y/N)." you hear Niall's happy voice. "How are you sis? How was your day? Tell me. We didn't have a phone call for more than a week." You sigh once again as the memories of the day come back in your mind. "Well everything is fine." you say shortly. "What did you do the last days?" his energetic self asks again. "Ehm. Not much." Little tears form in your eyes as you think about it. You didn't have any friends so what could you do? "Why? Come on you can't tell me you weren't out with friends. Or are you trying to hide a boyfriend. (Y/N) Horan tell me right know if you have one." he demands. You laugh a little. Who would date you? Such a sad face. No one. "No. I like to be alone." you say sadly but truthfully. The line is silent for a while. "Mum called me. She's worried. You sound so sad. Please tell me you're ok. I'm really worried. Mum told me you're only in your room and look like your deep in thoughts. Tell me what's happening to my little sis?" you can hear how he tries to hold back tears. "Nothing." you answer simply. "Well if you don't tell me you leave me no choice. I'm coming home. Then we'll talk and don't even try to argue with me. I'm on my way." he says as he hears that you want to interrupt him. "I love you." he says before you end the call awaiting now you're big brother.
Liam (Eating disorder) Calories. That's all what your life is about. Since you're Liam's sister a few people are jealous but they would never admit this. The only thing they do is to show you hate in real life or via internet. A few months ago people started to call you fat and it got to you. They never knew but they reached their goal: They broke you. You started to watch what you eat. You would go out for a run or into the gym to lose all the calories you ate over the day again. It didn't take low until the results where noticeable on the scale. And it made you happy to see how quickly the number on it reduced. But not only your weight dropped also your energy went down. You became weaker every day. Sometimes you stand up and have to sit bach down because you almost fall to the ground. The world is spinning and you need to close your eyes for a few moments. Your school grades were a little bit lower but to your luck not too much because then your parents would have notice it. You came just back from a run as your phone buzzes with a message from Liam asking if you're free to skype. You quickly walk to your computer and log into Skype to see him online. In a second the video chat request is accepted. "Hello." you two say at the same time. "How are you?" Liam asks. "I'm good." you say happily because you just lost the calories from lunch. "What did you do?" he asks as he noticed your clothes. "Just a little bit sport." you tell him. "You look exhausted." he states. You laugh a little. "Well I just came back and started as I arrived from school so..." You see his blank face. "But this means you run for almost two hours." You smile at him. "And don't forget my work out before school" you say proudly. He gulps. "I can see your collarbone much more. How often do you do sport?" He asks with a worried look. "Everyday" you say without thinking. You see him thinking. "Isn't it dinner time?" he asks. You swallow hard. "I-I wasn't hungry." you whisper. "(Y/N). I don't know what's going on but I-I'm coming home. I'm not sure what you're doing to yourself but I've got an idea and I don't like it at all. I see you in a bit" and so he ends the call.
Louis (Car crash): It all happened after a day with your best friend. You two went shopping and spend a lovely day together. Your best friend is a good driver so you never had a problem with her driving but as you two pass a crossing another car crashed into your side. Exactly the side where you sat. From there you can't remember a thing. Slowly you open your eyes only to see yourself in an white room. After blinking a few times you hear a gasp. You look to your right and see your best friend. "(Y/N): You're awake. How are you?" You groan because of her loud voice. "It's ok." you whisper. "I'm so sorry. The other driver was drunk. I couldn't do anything. I feel so bad that nothing happened to me." You smile at her. "Don't worry." You look down and see your arm and leg in a cast. "Broken?" you ask simply. She nods yes. "Your parents went to grab something to drink." You nod. "How did Louis react." you ask after a while of silence. Her eyes go huge. "Oh my. We completely forgot to call him.." She hands you your phone and you call him. "Hello my loved sister." he nearly screams. You groan since you still have a headache. "Is everything ok?" "Well how do you define ok?" you laugh lightly. "In one piece." You laugh again. "You see I was in an car accident but I'm almost ok. Only a few broken bones." You hear nothing. "Louis? Are you alright" "No. Of course not. My baby sister is hurt. When did it happen?" You look to your friend not really knowing which day is today. "You were out for a day." she whispers. The same thing you tell Louis. "And no one tells me a thing? What's wrong with you guys?" he says but you can hear he's joking a bit. "Never the less I come home. I need to see you." he states.
Zayn (Sickness): In the last few days you felt not good. At first you thought you're about to get sick but nothing happened. You often had headaches and you couldn't concentrate any more. Even your parents start to notice that you acted differently in the last days. "(Y/N)" someone yells. You walk into the kitchen to see your mum on the phone. "It's Zayn." she says and hands you the phone. "Hi. How are you?" you ask your brother as you get the phone. "Fine. What about you? Mum told me your head hurts a lot lately." You sigh. "You know how mum gets. It's ok." you reassure him. You talk a bit more until everything starts to spin around you. You hear Zayn calling your name but you can't answer any more as you fell to the ground. You still hear your mother rushing to you but then you black out. You wake up laying in a hospital bed. "Don't worry. The doctor said she will be fine." you hear your mum voice. "Mum" you stutter out. "You're awake." she yells and hugs you. "What happened?" She sighs. "You know how you didn't feel well the last day. The doctor said you have diabetes." She says and it feels like the world stops for you. Diabetes. You are sick. This means your whole life will be changed. A few tears start to form in your eyes. "No. Please don't cry." your mum tries to calm you down. "Here Zayn wants to speak you." A little numb you take the phone. "I know this is hard. Ok no I don't but I know that this changes your life. But please know we are all here for you. We'll help you. Mum explained me a few things already. It's harder in the beginning but after a while you get used to it. I come home. I promise you." "Thank you" you whisper wiping the tears away.
Harry (Self harm): It was a one time thing. That's what you always told yourself but with the pressure of getting good grades, having a pop star as brother and the struggle with your weight it turned into a habit. You started to love the feeling of the blade pressed against your skin. Finally you had something you could control and only you. Your own little dark paradise. You just made a few new cuts and cleaned up everything. You walk out of the bathroom and go to your laptop to open the youtube page and looking for songs. What you didn't notice is that Skype starts in the background. Tears stream down your face as you listen to the songs. Sometimes it feels like someone wrote them only for you. Why couldn't you be perfect you ask yourself over and over again. Why me? Why me? You whisper to no one. You know that your start to cut deeper and deeper and to be honest. It's scary. You tried a few times to stop but noticed that you can't. It's like something pulls you to the blade and nothing keeps you away. You jump as Skype signals you have a video chat request from your brother. Putting on a fake smile and wishing away the tears you answer it so he wouldn't think something is wrong. After you greet each other and asked the normal how are you question, he tells you a few stories from tour. To be honest it distracted you. You always love these situations. It's like as soon as you speak with your brother the problems seem less big and everything is easier. He takes your mind off these horrible things even if it's only for a few minutes. "Yeah so he.." but stops suddenly. Confused you look at him. "What is this?" he asks. "What do you mean?" you ask him in return. His face shows pure horror. "Show me your arm." You gulp and show him your right arm. "The other one." he growls. As you show him your other one he gasp as he sees all of the cuts. "I'm on my way" is the only thing he says before ending the call.
