(A/N: Sorry for the title lol)
Luke (Age 13):
All of your older brothers entered the house and Michael gently put you on the couch, walking to where they were. "What the h***, Luke?! You promised her that you would spend all day together and you just left?!" "Michael, it's not what you think," Luke said. "What I think is that you left your sister after you promised the whole day to her and that is exactly what happened. She already thinks you don't like her and you're only digging yourself a deeper hole." "She thinks I don't like her??" "Correct." Luke sighed and came into the living room, sitting down next to you.
"Why?" That was the only word you could mutter out, feeling very upset. "I'm really sorry about all of this, Y/N, but I honestly can't tell you," Luke said, biting his lip. "Seriously, Luke?! You can't tell me why you hate me?" "Y/N, I don't hate you at all! I'm doing something that you can't know about." Now you were getting really angry. "YOU KNOW WHAT, FINE. DON'T TELL ME. I'M DONE," you yelled, storming up to your room.
You slammed the door and moments later, Luke quietly came in, sitting next to you. "Y/N, please listen to me." You turned to face him, a blank look on your face. "Y/N, I left so that me and Jack and Ben could finish the planning for your birthday party. It was gonna be a big surprise party. But... now you know," Luke sighed, rubbing his face. "Luke, I'm really sorry," you said, hugging Luke tight. "It's all my fault, Y/N. How about you and me go to dinner together, just the two of us, and then come home and finish our movie marathon?" "I'd love that."
Calum (Age 6):
Mali-Koa came in the next morning and woke you up, wanting to talk to you. "Y/N, are you okay?" "He yelled Mali!" "I know he did, sweetie, but he didn't mean it. We talked about it last night and he really wants to apologize." You shook your head and ducked back under the covers. "Please, Y/N?" "No! He will yell more!" "He won't, I promise. I'll be there the whole time." "Okay..." you muttered, climbing into your sister's arms.
Mali carried you downstairs and you saw Calum sitting on the couch. You immediately shoved your head into Mali's neck, hugging her tightly. "You're gonna be okay," Mali whispered into your ear.
"Y/N, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," Calum said. "But you yelled," you whimpered sadly. "I know I did, but I was just mad because of what I was telling Mali. It's not your fault at all. How about we go play and then later I take you out to see a movie?" "Okay, Cal," you said, walking over to your big brother. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you, too, Cal."
Ashton (Age 2):
You fell asleep while waiting for your brother but as soon as you heard screaming, you woke up again. You saw your mom in the center of the living room having a screaming match with your eldest brother. "ASHTON, WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE HER ALONE?!" "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU LEFT! YOU DIDN'T TELL ANY OF US!" "YOU STILL COULD HAVE CHECKED! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW LONG SHE WAS ALONE! SHE COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT!" "STOP," you screeched, running out of the room. Ashton ran after you but you yelled, "You no love me! Go away!"
Ashton stopped in his tracks. He quietly followed you to your room and sat on your bed next to you. "Y/N, why don't you think I love you?" "You left wiff Lauren and Harry! Not me! You weave me!" "Baby, you were asleep. I didn't wanna wake you up and have you grumpy! I was planning on taking you to dinner tonight," Ashton said, dropping his head.
"So you love me?" "Absolutely! And don't you ever think otherwise," he said, kissing your head and then tickling you until you cried from laughter.
Michael (Age 9):
You got back to your house and decided to relax in your room before all of the commotion happened.
"Sam, have you seen Y/N?" Sam shook his head at Michael. "Oh my god! We have to find her!" Michael frantically ran all around the arcade, trying to find you. After searching every nook and cranny, he drove around town for hours, trying to think of where you could be. He finally gave up and decided to come home.
You heard Michael and Sam walk in the door, probably going on and on about something. You looked at the time, 8:00pm, you guys left for the arcade at 2:00. 'He must really hate me to be spending all of that time with Sam, not even caring about me,' you thought. "MOM," Michael called through the house. You slowly went down the stairs and listened to the conversation happening in the kitchen.
"Michael, why? She said you didn't even pay attention to her! You didn't notice her taking your phone, calling me, putting your phone back, and then leaving?" "No, I guess not," he said, dropping his head. You decided to make an appearance and take your jab at your brother. "Mikey, if you hated me so much, why didn't you just say it? Let's face it, you only care about Sam. I bet you never even wanted a sister! I bet if I died you wouldn't even care!" You started to cry and said, "I'm sorry that I'm so terrible, Mikey, I'm sorry."
He had a look of utter shock on his face. "Y/N, I don't hate you! If you died, I would be the first one at the funeral. I don't know why I've only been paying attention to him, I'm sorry for being so stupid." "I forgive you, Mikey," you said, hugging your brother. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you, too, big bro."