One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Liam is hit in the crotch.

"You turn," Liam said after he took his turn on the golf course.

You were playing miniature golf with Liam, because it gave you something to do while your parents were away for today; you really couldn't stand another boring day in the house.

Oh, yay! My turn!

You went over to your ball with Liam watching closely behind you-spectating your every move.

You eyed the ball and looked at the hole. Your eyes flickered between the two a few more times before you swung your golf club back and whacked the ball with it.

"Yay! Yes! I got it in! I got it in!" you sang in a on-the-spot song melody; it was the best lyrics you could come up with for the sudden situation.

You were dancing around and acting so silly that you didn't even notice that you had whacked two things: the ball-and Liam's crotch.

In your victory spin, you spun around to the sight of Liam on the ground almost in tears because of the pain as he held his frontal area in his hands.

Oh, no! What happened? What's wrong with Liam?

Your happiness was soon forgotten as you crouched down beside your-wincing, might I add-brother and tried to realize what was going on.

"Liam, what happened? Did someone hurt you; why are you in pain?" you bombarded with questions.

He choked out a "You jabbed your golf club into my area-and it really hurts." before having to run off to the bathroom, which was nearby; it was just around the little corner from where you were really.

Oh no. I have to help him; I did that. I didn't meant to though; it was an accident. You thought guiltily.

You didn't care that he dashed inside the boys bathroom at the moment; you just wanted to comfort your brother. You ran to his side and started rubbing his back.

He threw up for a good five minutes before asking, "You know, this is the boys' bathroom?"

"I don't care; I didn't want to just stand there and not help while you were in pain-and because of me. Are you done?"

He nodded, "Yeah. And it's not your fault; I was sort of towering over you."

"Okay," you sighed, "I'm just glad you're okay."

At that point, you both just decided to go out to eat instead of risking another incident.

Your were glad to have such a strong bond with your brother-even if it did include you intruding upon the nasty world that is the boys' bathroom.