Your age is displayed in parenthesis, Example: Michael (15):
The name after the colon is the boy you turn on.
Ashton (19): Luke
I always knew that Ashton was a bit messy, hell, I was too. But I never expected to come home to a pit. Perhaps I should’ve expected it, after all, the four boys were staying with him this week, which meant it would be four times the mess, all week long.
But this, this was just too much. I mean they're boys, I expected to come home to some trash everywhere. But right now, it looked--and smelled--like they had been hiding out here for a week, when in reality, it has only been a day.
My eyes scanned around the room taking the whole scene in, there was clothes in piles on the floor, you could barely see the clean white carpet beneath the almost all black clothing. There were dishes upon dishes with the occasional pizza box. Game consoles and controllers scattered in every corner of the room. There were game cases open in every color and size, with a stack of game disks piling up on the coffee table.
“Oh my god,” I muttered, practically speechless aside from those three words. I sighed knowing that I should just clean it up now, or I’ll have to clean after the whole week aftermath.
I walked up the stairs passing a room of giggling boys on the way, which I rolled my eyes at. I went to my room and quickly stripped my outfit from today and changed into a black crop top and a pair of short athletic shorts. I walked past the boys’ room.
“Why don't you just tell her...” I heard one of them speak but I really didn’t care enough to play the snooping little sister role right now.
As soon as I got down the stairs I started with picking up clothes and throwing them into a laundry basket. Well, that cleaned up like two percent of this mess.
Soon I had gotten to the point where I was nearly done, I had put the games in their respected places and put them on a shelf. I picked up the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. I also straightened out the couch and threw away the garbage.
I had decided the last thing to do would be vacuum, when I spotted a stain of what looked like pizza sauce on the--almost--perfectly clean carpet.
“Oh good god,” I mumbled looking through the cupboards for some stain remover, once I found it I immediately got on my hands and knees in front of the spot and sprayed it, dabbing the spot gently.
I soon became frustrated with the spot, and started to practically pound on it with the soaked stain remover cloth.
“Screw this,” I mumbled and got up, turned around and ran straight into Luke causing him to fall over, and effectively I landed on top of him.
“How long have you been standing there?” I coughed awkwardly. While he blushed.
And that's when I felt it.
“Oh my god,” I gasped and he just blushed harder.
“Uh-sorry?” He mumbled quietly.
I knew I probably shouldn’t have asked what I did next, but it just came out, I was never actually intending on ever finding out, it was just something that crossed my mind in that exact moment.
I knew that he was having the boys over, I just didn't really think about it all that much. He had told me many times that they were going to be here, which was nothing new honestly, they were practically inseparable.
But, I still forgot, which is really easy for my family to do, I mean honestly, Calum literally forgot me in California once. I walked for hours and hours with no one around, this forgetfulness in our family was really annoying.
So when I walked downstairs in one of Calum’s shirts and just a pair of panties, I was practically mortified to see four boys standing in the kitchen, three of them basically gawking while one was practically glaring, but the glare wasn’t directed towards me.
“Stop looking at her like that!” Calum exclaimed, hitting the back of Luke’s head. Then proceeded to repeat the action with the other two.
“I’m just going to go back upstairs,” I mumbled turning around.
“What a shame,” I heard--who I was assuming was Michael--say. The only response was a slap and a yelp that echoed through the air.
I quickly bounced up the stairs, practically taking the steps two at a time. I sat on my bed quietly, wondering how I was to deal with that semi-traumatic experience.
“What the fuck!” I heard Calum scream. I quickly got out of bed and ran down the stairs, but not before slipping on a pair of black and pink spandex.
“What’s going on?” I asked breathlessly when I was grabbed by Ashton, practically being used as a human shield.
“Ashton I’m going to kill you,” Calum seethed while Luke and Michael were laughing behind him to the point where they were close to falling over.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he said over and over again.
“Will someone tell me-” I was cut off when Ashton pulled me flush against his chest and I felt something poking my back.
I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing.
“You think this is funny?” Calum glared.
“Yes,” I barely choked out.
“This is not funny, I’m going to kill him,” Calum replied crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why are you going to kill him, because he has a boner? If we killed someone every time a boy got a boner, everyone would be dead,” I rolled my eyes at his behavior.
“No, you don’t understand, he was thinking about you,” Calum glared at Ash.
“Yeah and what about that one time you had a small crush on Lauren?” This caught Ashton’s attention.
I decided that I might as well let these two fight it out.
Your age is displayed in the parenthesis, Example: Michael (15):
Michael (2)
His POV
It was hard to leave for tour a lot, I mean, it was great traveling and seeing fans, but there’s always one thing at home that I will always want with me.
My little sister.
She was growing fast, in fact, she was already two, soon to be three. I wasn’t entirely fond of missing a lot of the things she has been doing. Such as the day my mom called me to tell me that (Y/N) took her first steps, then proceeded to fall over and try again.
I wish I was there for things like that, for her firsts, so here I was trying to get her first word out of her before I left, but I was having no such luck.
“Come on,” I whined falling over on our living room floor dramatically, “Say something.”
“Mikey, we’ve got to leave in a couple of minutes,” I heard my mother say from the kitchen.
“Alright,” I sighed getting up to grab my bag and (Y/N).
“Let’s go!” My mother yelled and walked out the door.
The car ride to the airport was filled with incoherent mumbling from (Y/N) and slight conversation from my mother and I, but mostly me just trying to get her to say her first word.
We arrived at the airport after a short while. I grabbed my bag while mom grabbed (Y/N) and went inside.
When we arrived at the gate where we would be boarding, the boys were already there saying goodbye to their families, or just siblings is more like it. Ashton was talking to Harry, Luke was with his brothers, and Cal was with Mali.
Until recently, I would awkwardly sit there and watch them with there siblings since I was an only child for a solid 18 years of my life, but now I had her.
“Can I say goodbye to her?” I asked our mom, in response she handed the two-year-old over to me.
“Hey,” I said and smiled at her, “I know you won’t answer me, since you can’t even say your first word yet, but I’m going to talk to you anyways, so here it goes,” I take a breath, “I love you, and I’ll see you in a couple months,” I continued and she giggled, “and when you say your first word, you better call,” I finished and smiled at her.
“Flight whatever fucking number ( I was re-reading this and forgot I put that in there) this is now boarding,” a flight attendant spoke over the intercom, I sighed and handed her back to mom. I gave them both a quick kiss on the cheek, my mom telling me I had better call her, and I turned around.
“Mikey?”
It made me freeze, hearing her first word come out as my name. I was beyond happy, I was ecstatic.
I quickly turned around to see her trying to grab at me from my mother’s arms mumbling my name over and over again.
She was only three, I knew she would start to become attached to things besides her older brother, but I couldn’t help to feel a little jealous that her next attachment was to one of my best mates.
“Y/N,” I said sternly as she continued to spit a chorus of ‘no’s at me, “If you take a nap, I’ll call Michael and see if he wants to come over and play with you,” I sigh. She nodded her head and started walking up the steps that led to her room.
I don't even know how the attachment began honestly, Michael came over one day, she took a glance at him then she refused to leave his side. She cried for at least an hour after he left the house.
I picked her up while she was trying to climb the first stair and took her to her bedroom.
“What do you want to wear for your nap?” I asked smiling at her.
“Pretty colors,” She replied giggling.
“Any certain pretty color you want?” I asked and tickled her sides making her giggle.
“Red,” She managed to get out through her giggles.
“Okay,” I laughed along with her.
I managed to rummage through her closet and find a red and black pair of pajamas. As soon as I showed them to her, she said no.
“Why not princess? They have red,” I say and display them out for her again.
“They not the right red,” she said in a small, yet determined voice.
“And where could this ‘right red’ possibly be?” I asked, putting the outfit back in the drawer.
“In Mikey’s hair,” she giggled.
“Is that why you like him so much?” I responded with a laugh sitting down next to her bed.
“Yes, hair is pretty,” she giggled again.
“What about my hair?” I laughed.
“I like honey hair,” she said running a hand through my hair, “Very soft,” she giggled and continued to play with my hair.
Your age is displayed in parenthesis, Example: Michael (15):
Calum:
The headlights provided a long shadow of my body when the car stopped.
“Y/N?” a voice that I instantly recognized as my older brothers’ spoke timidly behind me.
“Would you look at that?” I asked to myself sarcastically, “He finally found me, several hours after he was supposed to pick me up,” I finished checking my wrist for a watch that I didn’t have.
“I deserved that,” he replied while sighing.
I heard his feet shuffle and his shadow move towards mine until he was sitting right next to me.
“How did you find me,” I scoffed avoiding eye-contact with my brother who would more than likely try to give me puppy eyes as soon as I looked at him.
He wasn't going to just weasel his way out of this one.
“Before your phone dies it pinpoints your last location, and it showed you were along this road, and judging by the amount of road it took me to get to you, you couldn't have gone far from the road,” he sighed.
I could tell he was looking at me--well, at the back of my head since I refused to let him even look at my face.
“Don’t you have a concert to be at?” I snapped, turning my head towards his, finally looking him in the face. Just like I judged he had a guilty look on his face with his puppy eyes that would have made me forgive him in a matter of seconds if the situation wasn’t this severe.
“You honestly think I would’ve performed if you were lost out in the middle of nowhere?” He answered, his voice sounding hurt.
“Honestly, yes, I just figured you’d turn around and hope you could just forget about my disappearance like you forget about everything else!” I yelled and stood up.
His actions mirrored mine as he stood up and followed me when I started to walk away from him.
“I wouldn’t just forget if you disappeared,” he spoke quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder gently and turning me around to face him.
“I’m sorry,” I sighed, pulling him in for a hug.
“Sorry for what? I was the one that forgot to pick you up, which caused us to have to do this in the first place,” he chuckled.
“You’re right, this is all your fault. I could be backstage listening to the worst band ever right now but here I am, talking to you,” I laughed.
“Glad to have you back sis,” he grinned down at me considering that he was taller than me.
“Well I wouldn’t have left if you picked me up on time.”
Your age is displayed in parenthesis, Example: Michael (15):
Calum (15):
It was often that Calum forgot things, it was a very easy thing for him to do. Once, he even forgot the strings of his bass. I mean, he was planning on restringing it for a while. He just never thought he would forget to bring the strings to a band practice, where he was planning on restringing it. But when it came time to restring his instrument the strings were nowhere to be seen.
Even things that were a top priority were hard to remember for him, and as his sister I always witnessed how hard it was for him to remember things. He was one of those “in one ear, out the other” kids. Once, he forgot that he was supposed to put gas in the car for mom, which ended in an angry call about how she was stuck in the middle of nowhere and we had to come get her. It made for an amusing argument for around twenty minutes until she just decided to ground him.
So, I wasn’t too surprised when after about an hour and a half of waiting around for Calum to come pick me up, he never came. That leads me to present time, walking around a unfamiliar street in California.
I didn’t even know what time it was since my phone died almost an hour ago from trying to call Calum so many times. By the time that I realized I could’ve called any of the other boys, since my contacts weren’t exclusive to Calum, but my phone had died.
My converse clad feet slapped against the pavement of the broken road, it looked almost abandoned and I had no idea California even had spots like this. I had previously thought that California was known for being busy and popular, but now I know I was wrong.
The sun was setting by now, which signaled that they were probably getting ready for the concert now. I sighed, I know that I should have expected this kind of behavior from Calum, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that he had forgotten me again.
“Go on tour with him for the summer, mom said, it’ll be fun, mom said,” I mumbled to myself. This is definitely not fun.
I don’t even know how far away I am from the mall I was supposed to be picked up at, but I new I probably was far, considering that the mall I was at was the center of the busiest part of California. I figured that the hotel wasn’t far so I started walking in the direction we came from when I was dropped off.
I looked at the stretch of road that was empty, except for the occasional car that sped by every once and a while, no even stopping for a fifteen-year-old girl walking on her own, but I suppose I could look like a murderer right now.
I sighed and sat down with my back to the road, coming up with various thoughts of what could possibly happen to me now that I was officially lost with no way of return, I mean, I could walk back, but I don’t even fully remember how I got here.
I sat for what felt like an hour when headlights appeared, knowing that they probably wouldn't stop, I didn't even move. I sat there looking at the sun slowly setting.
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