𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘀~𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𑁍

A/N~This was requested by zenthegreatest, I hope you and everyone else likes it. No hate on Jimmy and Justin, it's just for the imagine. Y/F/C means your favourite colour (can't be orange, blue or purple, its due to the Versus Tour).

TW~Breakdowns, blood, injury and swearing.

Y/N'S POV

I rarely ever see my brothers. They're always away filming and going on tour. Yes, I'm proud of them and yes, I always watch their videos and stuff like that, but my dad always favourites them and Justin over me, making me feel some kind of hatred towards them, even though they're away all of the time. Our mum loves us all equally though and she always loves when I help her cook or do chores around the house, since dad and Justin don't do them. I used to have a good bond with Justin, but after dad started favouriting him and the triplets, we kind of split.

I always get blamed for stuff, and over half of it isn't even my fault. Like, I was in my room all day doing homework and studying for a test when dad came in saying that a cup was broken and that I allegedly broke it, even though I was in my room all day.

Today is going to be eventful though, it's Thanksgiving, and the triplets are finally coming home after 3 months. We still all have a good bond, and they always give me some sort of attention and support, but I'm mad that dad favours them, just because they're famous and more successful then me.

"Y/N, did you want to make the stuffing for me?" Mary Lou called out, and I nodded eagerly, running into the kitchen. She gave me all of the ingredients and a bowl to mix them in, and then she left me to get to work. Mum knows about all of the hate that I get from dad and Justin, and she tries her best to defend me, but I try and leave her out of it.

I hope today can be a good day without any yelling or fighting as Chris, Matt and Nick don't really know about it.

I finish making the stuffing and start washing up, however I didn't know that there was a knife at the bottom at the sink, and I cut my hand open across my palm. I let out a hiss of pain and ran the water over my hand, washing the blood away.

"Oh, Y/N, are you okay? I'll get a bandage." Mum said before heading up the stairs. Then, it started, dad came in and saw the blood and my cut hand. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT? NOW EVERYTHING IS DIRTY WITH YOUR BLOOD ON IT. Just clean it all." He spoke, before heading into the living room. Tears stung in my eyes, but I quickly blinked to get rid of them, as I heard mum come back.

She wrapped my hand and she helped me clean everything up, and then we got back to working like nothing had even happened. "Are you excited to see your brothers again?" Mum asked me and I gave a shrug. "I hate how dad favourites them, even though they're away." I stated, and she let out a sigh. "We're all proud of them though, I mean I wouldn't of expected it. Don't worry, I love you all equally." She said, and I gave a smile, then we started peeling potatoes.

Around 3 hours later, it was 12.30pm and a lot of the food was cooked. Just then, we heard a knock on the door. The boys are back! I was pretty excited but mad due to the favouritism. Soon enough, they were in the kitchen and I stopped doing everything, running to give them a hug.

"Hey! Oh we missed you so much sis!" Chris spoke as he hugged me. We them pulled apart and I hugged Matt and Nick. "How was tour?" I asked excitedly, due to the fact that I was watching stuff that fans recorded on Tik Tok.

Just before Nick could speak, dad came into the kitchen. "There they are, welcome home! Come with me, let's have a chat." And just like that, they followed him into the kitchen, making my blood boil.

I continued plating up the food and then mum came in to help me bring the food out. Mum and dad sat opposite ends of the table. I was sat between Nick and Matt with Justin and Chris on the other side. I was still pissed that the boys left me when I was talking to them, so I didn't really talk much.

"Who made this?" Dad asked holding up the stuffing that I made. "Y/N did." Mum said proudly, as Matt patted my back. "It's so good!" Matt said as I smiled. "Eh, don't really like it." Dad said, putting it down to the side.

"Jimmy, be nice to her! She's the youngest. She actually helps out around here." Mum shouted. However dad got a bit more angry. 

"Helps out? She does nothing! She hasn't got a job, so she doesn't bring in money, all of her brothers are bringing money in. I'm so proud of my boys, but Y/N does absolutely nothing, and messes up every chance she gets. So no, she doesn't do anything." By the end of his rant, I was looking down at my lap with tears streaming down my cheeks, feeling unloved and disowned.

I then decided to stand up for myself. "You know what dad. I try so hard to be that 'perfect daughter' that you always wanted. But guess what, you got me, a failure." I said, standing up then walking off into my bedroom. Hearing my dad threat to kick me out.

I slide down the wall in my bedroom until I hit the floor, crying my eyes out with my head between my knees. I was 15, I've been trying to get a part time job for a while now, and I always help around the house. The tears fell freely as I continued sobbing. I felt like I had no one. Not a single person. Did everyone think about me like this?

I heard the door open, followed by it closing. Shortly after, someone knelt in front of me and rubbed me knee gently. "Hey sis, the tour was really fun if you wanna hear about it."

I look up and see the triplets sat in front of me. A smile comes to my face, seeing that they care about me, and that they didn't forget about my question. I nod my head, and then they begin taking turns talking about the Versus Tour and what their favourite parts were.

"I wish I could go." I said, wiping the tears that were left from my breakdown earlier. "Why don't you come with us? We can talk to mum?" Chris asks, and I look a bit hesitant. I really don't want to leave her, not at a time like this, and no one helps he except me, and sometimes Justin.

"But, she doesn't get a lot of help." I said sympathetically, and the boys had a worried look on their face. "I know, but I think you'll be a lot safer, you can call and message her, but we think that this may be a better option for you." Nick said, and I think about it for a moment.

I mean, this definitely would be a safer option for me, and I would see Justin and dad that often. But, I would miss mum.

"You could help us with YouTube, some car videos, going on tour under Y/F/C team. We're not trying to persuade you or anything, we just want you to be cared for and safe." Matt said.

I nodded, giving into the temptation as Nick went to go and tell the others. Let's pack some of your stuff into a suitcase or something. Mum will keep this room for you, so your furniture can stay, unless you want to bring your beanbag or something." Chris said, making me nod, grabbing my beanbag from the corner of my room, knowing that it helps with my anxiety.

Later into packing, mum came up to help as it was getting close to 9pm. We planned to stay the night and then hit the road tomorrow, and I couldn't wait for the upcoming videos we would make.