5 Seconds Of Summer and One Direction Imagines

#121

Achilles Heel ||

You were Calum's Achilles heel, he was a total dick to literally everyone he met, it did not matter who it was, but you were his baby sister.

The baby sister he had held in the hospital when he was about five, sitting on the uncomfortable hospital mattress.

The baby sister that came home crying when she was six, Calum was eleven, and he was not happy when he found out an eleven year old supposed friend of his was picking on his baby sister.

He was not happy, and Calum hit him, even from the young age of eleven, he was protective.

The same baby sister who so cuddly and happy and admired her older brother so much when she was eleven. Calum was sixteen, and around his friends, he of course acted like he was too cool for you, but as soon as they left, he was holding onto you tightly.

He would hold your thighs and gently sway you, holding onto you, since he knew it was close to 9:45, your set bedtime. You had already showered, your hair was dripping onto Calum's arms, did he care? No, he was just happy to hold you.

The same baby sister that when he was 18, you were thirteen, you hated being seen with him. You knew he was protective, and it embarrassed you so much, you hated when he was around.

You never wanted to be seen with him, but did he continue to be protective and growl at any boy that came near his baby sister? Yes of course because that's what older brothers do. Did he continue to tuck you in every night and baby you? Yes because he knew you liked it, you just wouldn't admit it. He was right.

The same baby sister who was now sitting in your older brothers arms, his hands wrapped around your waist as you sobbed into his shoulder about that stupid boyfriend of yours.

He hated that boy, and he told you he was trouble, hell Calum was trouble to most girls, and he wasn't gonna let his baby sister fall for someone like him, she didn't deserve that.

You were crying to Calum about how sorry you were for not listening to him, he'd just shush you and rock you. Why? His main objective right now was solely to get you to stop crying because he hated seeing you cry, it made him cry, it made him upset.

He'd continue rocking you, a small sigh falling from his lips because he knew you still missed him because you had fallen for an ass, and they always hurt the worst.

Eventually after lots of singing and a movie, him rocking you, you had finally fallen asleep, he gently laid you down in your bed, put your small stuffed animal beside you, kissed your head and shut the door leaving it cracked, going to bed himself.