One Direction Imagines (BSM&DDM)

BSM- He Realises You're Growing Up

A/N this isn't my work so credit to the original author.

Niall, 18:

“Does mum know you’re going out this late?” Niall questions, one eyebrow raised as he leans against the doorway to your bedroom. You looked over, confused, “I don’t know, didn’t really think about it. I’ll probably tell her before I leave or something.” “So mum’s gonna let you go out at eleven at night?” Niall asked, looking disbelieving. “Niall, I’m eighteen now, have been for a few months before you got home” you laughed, continuing to apply your makeup. “I’m in UNI, I’m moving out in a month-“ “What?” he sounded upset now. “I’m moving out in a month,” you continued, ignoring him. “I don’t really need to ask mum or dad’s permission anymore. I run things by them because I respect them. But I don’t ask for permission.” He watched you finish getting ready in silence and watched you from the living room window as you left later on, driving off in your own car probably to go pick up your boyfriend and not come home until the next morning. It wasn’t until later that night, when Niall was alone with your mum in the kitchen, both looking over old photo albums, that he realized why he had been so bothered, “I guess I thought she’d be little forever.”

Zayn, 20:

“We’ve been talking about moving in together,” you said slowly, looking across the table to your older brother who had stopped eating. You waited as he cleared his throat and nodded slowly, looking at you with a strange expression, “That’s…that’s great babe. You’ve been dating since you were 16, known each other since you were five. I think that you’ve been together long enough to do this.” You nodded in agreement, narrowing your eyes at him as he picked his fork back up and stared at his plate, not eating anything. “You don’t look very excited for me. I thought you liked James,” you said after a few seconds of silence, not being able to help the feeling of being crushed. Zayn’s head shot up at the sound of disappointment in your voice and he shook his head back and forth quickly, looking worried, “No I do, I do! He’s amazing (Y/N), you two really love each other.” “So what’s the problem then?” you asked sadly. “I thought you’d be happier for me.” “I am happy, I am,” he repeated forcefully, before lowering his voice and looking back down. “’S just weird, you know? You’re my baby sister. Don’t really like thinking how you’re not always going to be the baby.”

Liam, 17:

“You bought this?” he asked incredulously, running his hands over the outside of the beaten down car and feeling somewhat upset. “No help from mum or dad at all?” “I did it all on my own,” you said proudly, eyes gleaming. “I work a lot of hours and I’ve been saving ever since I was little.” “I could’ve helped, I could’ve gotten you something new,” Liam said, not sure why he was feeling so lost suddenly. “I don’t mind it,” you said happily. “It’s better knowing I did this all on my own.” “You’re like a little grown up aren’t you?” Liam teased softly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you but swallowed the lump in his throat. He was feeling a lot of pride, but he couldn’t help and feel the nostalgia kick in as well. “Don’t need your big brother to take care of you anymore then?” There was the slight crack in his voice that you missed as you answered, laughing. “Hopefully I’ll be able to take care of myself. But I’ll still keep you around, I’ve grown fond of you.” Liam laughed along with you, keeping his head tilted down so you couldn’t see how red his eyes were.

Harry, 19:

“So what do you think?” you smiled softly, watching your older brother and sister turn in a full circle in the middle of your living room. Harry and Gemma exchanged looks before Gemma nodded her head proudly, “You’ve done well (Y/N). I thought it would look like a garbage truck to be honest, with your sense of taste, but you’ve made me proud.” You laughed loudly, shaking your head, “Ass.” “I think it’s quite lovely (Y/N),” Harry said in a quiet voice, hands behind his back as he smiled. “You’ve done an amazing job making it seem like home.” “I know, I already feel comfortable,” you ran a hand across the back of your couch and grinned. “Course the first few nights I was miserable, it was so quiet. But now I love it. I can’t believe I have my first apartment.” They both continued smiling, nodding when you asked if they wanted tea. As you walked into the kitchen, leaving them alone, Harry collapsed onto your couch and stared blankly at the wall. Gemma chuckled, sliding down next to him and putting a hand on his back, “Weird isn’t it? Seeing her grow up? Felt the same watching you.” “I always just sort of thought,” Harry started slowly. “That she’d be the baby forever, you know? It was natural seeing you grow up, you were older than me. But watching her is scary, I don’t like it.”

Louis, 19:

“Aren’t you worried about her?” Louis asked, his eyes constantly flicking towards the front door. “Of course I am,” Johanna laughed. “I’m worried about all of you, all the time.” “So why don’t you tell her to come home, I mean it is one in the morning,” Louis ignored the last part of his mother’s sentence, his fingers drilling impatiently against the kitchen table. “Because she’s nineteen now Lou,” your mother said patiently, smiling softly. “She’s allowed to make her own decisions.” “She’s just a kid,” Louis said indignantly, ignoring the way his voice shook. “She should be home right now, sleeping where we can keep an eye on her.” Johanna stopped loading dishes into the washer, looking over with soft eyes, “Oh Louis. I know how you feel, I felt the same about you. She’ll be okay.” “They’re all going to be old one day, fuck,” Louis said in a shaky voice, resting his head on the table.