*MICHAEL'S POV*

I Looked at Noel, and saw her bloody wrist, and the glass shard going towards it, leaving more marks on her skin. "Noel, quit! Give it to me! Quit!" I yelled running over to where she sat on the floor. I grabbed ahold of her hand and ripped the glass shard from them. Her left arm was dripping blood. I took off my shirt and pressed it against her arm. I tried to put pressure on it, so it would stop bleeding so much. I looked up at her face and her eyes were red, her cheeks tear-stained. She was staring off into space. "Noel, Noel look at me." She continued to stare off into space. I put my hand on her cheeks and starting moving my thumb in small soothing circles. "Noel, can you hear me." I leaned over and kissed her head. I wiped the tears from her cheeks, and she slowly looked up at me, and started sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "Please don't tell Louis..." she sobbed. Hearing her cry like this broke my heart. "We don't have to tell anyone babe, alright. Let's just get you patched up. Okay, love?" I said. She nodded against my chest. I slowly got up with her in my arms and took her to the bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and grabbed a washcloth.

*NOEL'S POV*

Michael sat me down on the toilet and grabbed a washcloth, he put it under the faucet and soaked it in cold water. He walked towards me and bent down in front of me. He gave me a small smile and grabbed my hand, he slowly replaced what ever was soaking up the blood, and slowly placed the wet washcloth on my arm. I immediately hissed in pain. "Sorry, sorry." He gently started wiping the blood away. I looked at him and finally realized he was shirtless. I tried not to look at his chest, but I soon found my eyes traveling lower until I got to his waist. I looked at his tattoos and finally reached his eyes, only to see him staring back at me. I instantly felt heat rush to my cheeks. "This is going to sting, okay." he said. I just nodded and he pressed a cloth soaked in alcohol onto my wrist. I immediately grabbed his hand that was holding the cloth. He looked at our hands, then looked me in the eyes. I got lost in his green eyes for a moment. But immediately came back to my senses and removed my hand from his. He just gave me a small smile, and took the cloth off my arm and started to gently wrap it with gauze. When he was finished, he started rinsing out the washcloths so there were no traces of blood on them and threw them in the bin. He came back over to me and picked me back up. He walked back into my room and gently sat me on the bed. I looked down at my feet. He probably thinks I'm a freak now... a broken, ugly, scared, freak. I felt warm hands go under my chin and raise my head. I looked up to see Michael bent down in front of me. He grabbed my hand and started slowly kissing my wrist. "Please stop. Please, no more." He said, his voice muffled. I looked at him and saw his green eyes, were now red and puffy. He was crying, crying for me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I kept saying over and over as I started crying again, he got up off the floor and took me in his arms and held me, as he stroked my hair and kissed my head repeatedly.

"Michael we found a ke-" I heard Luke say but Michael just waved him off. I think he got the message because I heard the door click shut. Michael lied down so I was on top of him and started rubbing my back.

"Noel, you did that to yourself because of the picture... right?" Michael whispered in my ear. I slowly nodded my head. "Who was he?" I stayed silent. "Please, tell me. I need to know. It might help." He whispered.

"My best friend... Charlie" I said softly

"And where is Charlie now?" He asked me. I immediately stiffened up, and I think he knew because he held me tighter. I took a deep breath.

"Dead... he shot himself. He shot himself on our birthday Mikey. I needed him, I need him. Why would he leave me here, Why didn't he tell me anything was wrong. Was I not good enough, is that why he left. Was he tired of saving me? Why would he do that, he knew what he meant to me. He knew he was all I had. Maybe that was too much pressure. Maybe he killed himself to get away from me. That's what people say. I wouldn't blame him. I don't even wanna be around me. He knew everything about me, everything that's happened to me. He knew that I hated being alone, that I hated being left. And he just left me all alone, Mikey. All alone! Why'd he do it, I could've saved him. It should've been me! It should've been me!" I said sobbing.

"No, don't you ever say that. None of it was your fault. Nothing was your fault. He had his mind set, nothing could've stopped him. And he didn't kill himself because of you. I guarantee that. And don't you ever, ever say it should've been you. Please." He said holding me tighter with his lips against my forehead. "And you'll never be alone again... I promise." He whispered as he lightly kissed my forehead. "Never again."