(Please note that this imagine contains themes of physical and emotional abuse, as well as derogatory language, so please be mindful of that when reading. Thank you)

I sat on Will's sofa, relaxing after having filmed a video for his channel as I sat on my phone, scrolling through Tinder. I sighed as I scrolled through the guys and girls who had matched to me, none of them particularly peaking my interest. Until him. I stopped on a profile named "Oscar", the tall brunette man admittedly intriguing me. Brown quaffed hair and blue eyes made him a handsome lad, his six-foot height made him just smaller than Will, and the fact that his bio said that he was from Durham suggested that he'd have as close to the Geordie accent as I could get. Meaning that he was pretty much as close as I'd get to dating someone like Will, AKA, my crush.

"What you doing, lass?" I looked over the back of the sofa and smiled as Will walked into the living room.

"Nothing much." I shrugged as he plopped himself down on the sofa next to me, his arm landing around me.

"You want me to drive you home?" he asked. I looked up at him.

"Will you be driving me in the Belle Delphine car?" I chuckled.

"Course, there's nowt wrong with that car." He scoffed.

"Then no, I'll take the twenty-minute walk." I chuckled, making him roll his eyes playfully and nudge my arm as he looked at my phone. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Since when do you have Tinder?" he scoffed again.

"Since I'm tired of being single." I shrugged.

"Why use Tinder, though? I'm sure that we could find someone to set you up with." He chuckled. I looked up at him. Yeah, you, I thought.

"Like who?" I asked, curious as to who he'd suggest. His smile dropped and he gulped, suggesting that he was struggling to think of an answer before his eyes glanced down to my phone again.

"Who you matched with, like?" he asked, clearly wanting to change the subject. But I shrugged it off as I looked at my phone.

"Several people, to be honest. But this guy has caught my eye." I nodded as I showed Will the screen. His eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration as his eyes scanned the profile.

"Looks a bit like me, like." He chuckled. My eyes widened slightly and a blush crept over my cheeks as I looked at the phone.

"O-oh, I guess that he does. I didn't notice that." I lied. He smiled and looked at me before looking back at the profile.

"Despite the fact that he looks like me and so is obviously devilishly handsome, I say that you swipe left. Something feels off about him." Will nodded. I looked at him.

"What? Why?" I scoffed.

"I can't put ma finger on it, lass. He just feels...off. It's something about him." He sighed and shook his head. I sighed and bit my lip as I looked back at my phone. Usually, I trusted Will with my life, given that he was my best friend and so always had my best interest at heart. But this time, I decided to go against that advice.

"I think that I'll give him a shot. What's the worst that could happen?" I shrugged, my thumb swiping right as I talked.

"You get your heart broken and I have to spend twenty quid on Ben and Jerry's and wine." Will scoffed. I rolled my eyes playfully and nudged his side, making him laugh and playfully squeeze my arm as he turned the TV on.

~Six months later~

Oscar's callous palm collided with my already sore cheek, making me fall to the ground for the fifth time in as many minutes. Tears streamed down my raw and hot cheeks, each collision of his skin on mine sending more pain coursing through me.

"Stop! Oscar, stop!" I screamed, my body trapped against the wall as I held my hands up in a weak attempt to stop more of his blows from reaching my bleeding face.

"You stop being such a slut then! I fucking told you to stop hanging out with those fucking dickheads!" he yelled back.

"They're my friends, and they knew that something was wrong! I had to beg Will not to come over, they're worried about me!" I cried.

"No, they're not. They don't give a shit about you, no one does. You're too much of a fucking whore for anyone to give a shit about you. Even I don't care about you anymore." He spat, making me wince as he lunged towards me again. I gulped as he cackled loudly, it now clear that he wasn't lunging for me but was only trying to scare me, which he could see that he'd done.

"You're wrong. They care about me, they love me." I choked.

"Yeah, that's your fucking problem. You make up the fact that people care about you to distract yourself from the fact that the only person who even remotely loves you, currently has you backed into a corner, black and blue." He smirked.

"You don't love me, Oscar. You wouldn't be doing this if you did." I choked and shook my head. His smirk widened and he shook his head as he turned away from me.

"Do not move, I swear to god." He spat as he started to walk further into his flat. I gulped, his front door now in my direct line of sight. If I was quick, I could make a run for it. I was a decent runner, so it would only take me five minutes or so to run to the building where Will, George and Alex lived, especially if I was running for my life. Which I would be. I took a deep breath and weighed up my options. Stay here and likely get beaten up severely, if not to death, or run to Will's building and to the safety of my friends. To the safety of Will. I gulped, mentally preparing myself before shooting up and to the door. I threw it open and sprinted down the hall, immediately going for the stairs.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I heard Oscar yell after me. No chance, I thought as I sprinted down the stairs.

I ran along the dark street, the pouring rain that was currently drenching Canary Wharf also drenching me as I sprinted to Alex, George and Will's building. I gulped, relief starting to seep in as I saw their building. Though I wasn't out of the woods yet. I continued to sprint, my feet soon leading me to the glass doors of the lobby. I threw them open and ran in, immediately running to the stairs. I couldn't be sure that Oscar hadn't followed me, and even if he hadn't, he knew where my best friends lived, and so I didn't want to risk giving him even seconds to gain on me by waiting for the lift. I sprinted up the stairs, going for George and Alex's apartment over Will's due to the fact that they were on a lower floor. I pulled the door open and ran along the hallway, my heart still thumping out of my chest as I arrived in front of George and Alex's door, my fist immediately starting to hammer against it.

"Alex! George! It's me! Help, please!" I screamed, allowing more hope to fill my heart as, within seconds, I could hear frantic footsteps and rustling coming from behind the door. It opened to reveal George, his eyes widening as he saw my bloodied and swollen face.

"We fucking knew it, are you okay?!" he exclaimed as he gently wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into the apartment.

"Lock the door, I don't know if he followed me or not, and I don't want me being here to put you guys in danger." I choked.

"I don't care if you being here puts us in danger, we're here for you and we can call the police if we need to. You're okay." George reassured as he quickly locked the door before gently guiding me into the flat.

"Get Will here, now." George demanded to Alex, making the boy look up. His eyes widened as he saw me.

"Fuck, what happened?!" he exclaimed as he shot up.

"Oscar happened." George stated, making me gulp and nod. Alex sighed and looked at me sympathetically.

"Come on, sit down. I'll get you a drink and we'll get Will to come here." Alex reassured as he gently sat me down. I gulped and nodded, looking at my shaking hands as I sat with Alex and George got me a drink.

Will's P.O.V

Will sat at his desk, editing his most recent video. He sighed as the time on his laptop read eleven fifteen pm. He looked down at his phone as it buzzed, his eyebrows furrowing as he had a text from Alex.

Alex: Get here now. It's Y/N.

Will's eyes widened, anger immediately filling him as he shot up and rushed out of his room. In the six months that Y/N had been dating the utter cunt that was Oscar, the changes to her personality and confidence had been extremely noticeable. And not in a good way. At first, it was small things, like her getting texts from the asshole when she was hanging out with Will or the others, asking where she was and when she could see him. Then he started to show up to said meet-ups with Y/N, and wouldn't let Y/N come if he was busy and so couldn't come too. After a couple of months, Will had noticed the small, subtle bruises on Y/N's wrists and legs, and the fact that she'd flinch away from him when he'd go to put his arm around her. They'd been best mates for years, Will had put his arm around her countless times, and she'd only started to flinch after she had started seeing Oscar. Will knew that something was wrong, as did the other boys, and he suspected that whatever had happened tonight had confirmed it. All he could hope was that Y/N wasn't badly hurt as he grabbed his keys and quickly left the apartment.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat on George's bathroom counter, my body perched next to his sink as he stood in the doorway and took photos of my injuries for when I decided to take Oscar to the police. I stared at the camera with a completely blank expression, my eyes wavering and then moving down to look at my hands once George lowered my phone. Suddenly, I heard rapid footsteps approaching the doorway.

"Where is she?" I looked up, a choke leaving my lips as Will appeared at the doorway. His face dropped immediately, his eyes wavering as he saw the state that I was in.

"I've taken the photos, she just needs cleaning up now." George explained.

"Aye, I've got it, lad." Will nodded, giving George a thankful smile and patting his shoulder as he left the room. Will looked at me, tears pricking his stunning blue eyes as he slowly walked towards me.

"You okay to tell is what happened?" he asked quietly. I bit my lip, trying desperately not to cry as I looked at him.

"I don't know what started it. He was in a bad mood anyway because he'd had a long day at work, a-and he just got set off. Started accusing me of sleeping with all of you, accused me of being a slut, of being a whore, and added some decent slaps in there too." I nodded, my words catching in my throat as I tried to not let more tears slip. Will clenched his jaw and shook his head, trying to hold in his anger as he got a flannel out of the cabinet and doused it in warm water before raising it to my face. He started to gently dab at my split lip, making me hiss quietly.

"I'm so sorry, lass. I'm so sorry that we didn't step in sooner because we suspected that something was wrong. I'm sorry that we didn't question anything. Fuck me, I wish that we would have now." He scoffed and shook his head as he wiped the blood off of my face as gently as he could, as if he was afraid that I'd break if he was too harsh with his actions.

"You guys never forced him to lay a hand on me, so it's not your fault." I whispered. Will sighed, giving me a small yet still sad smile as he briefly touched our foreheads, his face soon raising to gently kiss my head before carrying on with cleaning me up. He continued to study me as he wiped the blood away, making my lip start to quiver as I tried my best to hold it all in. But I knew that I wouldn't last long. I choked and looked down, making Will stop his actions as I raised my hands to my face and started to quietly sob into them, the pain and magnitude of the situation suddenly hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, Y/N." Will sighed, a slight choke in his voice as he dropped the flannel and wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me in a loving hug. That was a feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time. I choked, letting myself cry onto Will's shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in between my legs, holding him as close as I could. He sighed in my ear, telling me that he was holding back his own tears as he soothingly rubbed his hand up and down my back.

"You're okay, lass. I've got you. You're safe with me." He whispered gently into my ear, making love and hope fill my heart at the idea that I was finally out of the hell that I'd been trapped in for the last six months. I felt Will's hands move to cup my thighs, allowing him to pick me up from the counter as I clung onto him like a baby. He continued to whisper sweet nothings into my ear as he carried me out of George's bedroom and into the safety of his and the others' company.

"Are you sure that you'll be okay?" George asked as Will opened the front door.

"Aye, I'll be okay with Will." I reassured.

"I've got her, don't worry." Will backed me up, making me give him a small smile as he gently rubbed his hand up and down my back.

"Okay. I asked the doorman to let us know if Oscar turned up, apparently, he did about ten minutes ago but he wasn't allowed in, and was warned that if he came back again, the police would be called. He's not going to get anywhere near you again, Y/N, we promise." Alex reassured.

"Aye, lass, I'll fucking end him if he steps within ten miles of ya." Will nodded. I looked up at him, his facial expression telling me that he was serious and that it wasn't one of his jokes.

"Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it." I nodded, hugging George and Alex before starting to leave their apartment with Will.

"Of course. Come see us tomorrow, yeah?" George asked.

"Will do." I nodded, Will giving the boys a final wave as we walked away from the door. I gulped, my heart still nervous as Will pressed the lift button and we waited for it to get to us. I looked down, a small smile creeping onto my lips as Will gently joined our hands and intertwined our fingers, making me feel that bit safer. The lift opened and we got in, me immediately walking into Will's arms as he pressed the button for his floor. He happily returned the hug and wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on my head as we rode up to his floor in comfortable silence. Eventually the lift stopped and we headed to Will's apartment, him quickly letting us into the modern structure.

"I'm afraid that most of Gee's stuff is in the wash, so all I can really offer ya is a small men's "Your Mother" hoodie." Will sighed, giving me an apologetic look as we headed into his room and he locked the door.

"That's fine, Will, I'll just sleep in that and my underwear. If you're okay with me sleeping in my underwear, that is." I gulped.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, lass." He reassured as he gave me a warm smile. I returned it, my brain now so used to Oscar always putting me last that it was a strange feeling to be put first again. Will opened his wardrobe and started digging around for his merch as I peeled my sopping wet clothes off of my body before chucking them somewhere else in Will's room. They were tomorrow's problem now. Will handed me a hoodie, his eyes subtly flicking up and down my underwear-clad body. But it was enough for me to notice and make butterflies explode in my stomach at the idea of my crush checking me out. I pulled the hoodie on over my underwear and immediately crawled into Will's somehow already warm bed, sighing in relief at the feeling.

"You comfy there?" Will chuckled, laughing lightly as I simply nodded into the sheets. He smiled and shook his head as he quickly took his t-shirt off, leaving him in his joggers as he climbed into the bed next to me.

"Am I right in assuming that you want me to sleep with you tonight? Because if you don't, just tell me to fuck off, that's absolutely fine." He shook his head. I smiled and returned it as I immediately rested my head on his chest and put my arm over his waist.

"Please stay." I mumbled into the hoodie that I was wearing.

"Aye, I thought as much." He chuckled, making my smile grow as he gently wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his body. We lay there in comfortable silence, Will's fingers gently combing through my hair and his arms around me finally making me feel safe.

"You know that I love you, don't you, lass?" he mumbled quietly as he pressed his lips to my head. I sighed and nodded as I looked up at him.

"I know. And I love you too, Will. I just need some time, you know? I love you, so much, but I can't do this right now." I choked and shook my head.

"I know, lass, and I completely understand why. But I love you, so I'm willing to wait. I'll be here the moment that you can do this. I won't put any pressure on you at all to hurry that up, I won't do anything until you want me to do, but when you're ready, I'm here." He promised. I couldn't help but smile at the boy's words. I leant up and gently pecked his lips, him returning it before I rested my head back onto his chest and closed my eyes, knowing that I'd finally get a good night's sleep knowing that I was finally safe and in the arms of Will.