A/N: Hey! Sorry it's only 4! I didn't have an Idea for Liam's haha. I'll write it as soon as I do, though! Sorry for the wait on these pref's guys! Any Ideas for the next one?
Zayn(Age 3): "You're a little fucking brat!" Your dad, shouted at you. Him and your mom had just had another baby. A girl they named, Noelle, so naturally you felt.. Threatened. You cried for weeks when you heard you were gonna be a big sister. You didn't wanna loose your parents, you loved them both too much. Your dad had never swore at you, let alone yell at you. You knew your dad to be nice.. funny, cuddly, and right now. You don't know who he is. You tried to lay with your dad on the couch in your hotel room, and Noelle ruined it. Your mom wasn't in at the moment, so she couldn't go get her. She began crying the second your movie started, so, you got up and smacked her on the head. "I hate you, Daddy!" You screamed and ran out of your hotel room, sobbing. You ran straight to Luke's hotel room and banged on his door with your tiny fists. "Luke!" You cried and continued to bang until he answered, "Woah, woah, Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked, picking you up. "Daddy.. Daddy.. Daddy.." You hiccuped and buried your face into his shoulder. "Calm down, love." Luke whispered and brought you into his hotel room. He sighed and sat on the couch, as you began explaining what happened. "I don't like Noelle. She's stupid.. and she made my Mommy and Daddy hate me." You sniffled, "They don't hate you, Y/N/N. Noelle just needs a lot of attention because she's a baby.. Your Mom and Dad love you. Your Dad just hasn't had a lot of sleep lately, and what you did was naughty. He didn't mean to snap at you like that," Luke explained. "Can I stay here?" You asked, rubbing your eyes, "You can stay here a while.. But I'm gonna give your dad a call and let him know you're here. He's probably worried sick." Luke sat you down on his spot, as he got up and walked out of the room. He dialed Zayn, and tapped his foot while waiting for him to answer. After a few rings, Zayn answered, he was in a state of panic, "Z, calm down mate. Y/N's with me." Luke says, trying to calm him down. "She's with you?!" Zayn sighed in relief, "Thank God. I was worried sick! I didn't mean to yell at her like that!"
"I know. I explained that to her." Luke nodded, and looked down, "I told her she coud stay a little bit, but I had to call you and tell you that she was here."
"She doesn't wanna come back, does she?" Zayn sighed. "Not right now.. She will though.." Luke assured him. "Alright.." Zayn mumbles. He felt like the shittiest person in the world.
Niall (Age 2): You huffed, and crossed your arms, as Maura pushed you into the room where your parents, and little brother were. "Knock off the attitude, Y/N." Maura whispered as she grabbed your hand, and pulled you over to where they were. You simply snatched your hand away and walked over to a chair on the other side of the room, and tried climbing on. Maura shook her head in dissaproval, and took your little brother from your mom, "Princess? Are you okay?" Niall asked, and got up from where he was. "She cried all night, and refused to take a nap this morning." Maura says, looking up from your brother. Niall sighed and nodded, he felt bad that you were STILL upset over your little brother. Both him and your mom, Demi, asked what you would do if they said you were gonna be a big sister. And you simply said you'd leave, and that's what you tried to do. You tried to move in with anybody you knew, or almost knew. They thought you'd grow out of it, obviously you hadn't. The simple thought of you having to share your parents was enough to make you upset. You didn't even like when they left you alone with the guys, or your grandparents. "Y/N..?" Niall sighed and walked over to you, bending down to your height. "What's wrong?" You huffed once more and turned away from him, "Leave me alone!" You yelled, awakening, your brother.
Harry (Age 5) "I'm not going!" You screamed at your Dad, and stomped your foot. Your Mom and Dad divorced three years back, and your Mom had just had a new baby with her boyfriend, and wanted you to come visit, and you didn't wanna go. Now, it's not like you hated your mom, you just didn't like the fact that she replaced you and your Dad. "Y/N. You are going, and you will NOT talk to me like that. Do you understand?" Harry says, trying to keep his patience. You crossed your arms and stormed up to your room, slamming your door behind you. "Y/N!" He yelled and followed you up to your room, He picked you up and brought you downstairs and sat you on the naughty step, before going back to pack your bags. "I hate you." You mumbled under your breath. A few minutes later he walked down to you, with your bags, "Do you know why you're in trouble, Y/N?" He asked quietly. "Because I don't wanna see the dumb baby." You say, pulling away. "Y/N.. Don't call your sister stupid. Alright?" He says setting your bags down. "I'll come get you in a few days okay? Be good for your Mom."
Louis (Age 10) It's been three weeks since your Mom and Dad brought the twins home, and you hated them. All of them, the twins and your parents. Why? Because a week ago, it was your birthday and nobody had the nerve to even send a text to you. Why? Because it was all about Josh and Jenny. You were so excited to be a big sister because you thought it would be fun! Well, it's been everything but fun. It's been a living hell. You climbed out of bed, and rubbed your eyes sleepily. You heard chatter downstairs, you heard the same thing every day, all day, just from different people.
"'They're the cutest babies I've ever seen!'"
"'Adorabe!''
"'They're so cute!''
"'Perfect!''
"'I'm gonna steal them!'"
"Please do steal them." You mumbled under your breath as you walked downstairs, only to be greeted with a house full of people. You didn't even know who half these people were, "Y/N!" Jay yelled and ran to hug you, "I'm sorry I missed your birthday, love!" After she said that, the room grew silent. Both Louis and Eleanor's eyes grew wide. They forgot you birthday.
-Sherie xx
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FanfictionUpdated description: I was literally like 14 when I wrote these so they're probably horrible and I will not be editing them again. Credit to the writers who's prefs I have. #263!
