Magcon Imagines❤️

Get of my sister {H.G}

requested// imagine where you are Nate's sister and you are dating Hayes and Nate catches you two making out

"Jesus Christ, Nate I'm fifteen years old! I can have a freaking boyfriend!" You basically scream at your brother. You were sick of him treating you like you were a child that always needed to be protected. You knew you weren't an adult or anything, but you didn't want to be treated like a middle schooler. And that's exactly how Nate was treating you. Like a seventh grader.
"You are most certainly NOT old enough to have a boyfriend! And you are dating that pasty white kid?" He scoffs, acting highly disgusted. Nate hated all of those "magcon" boys, except for the Omaha Squad. He hated Shawn Mendes and Cameron Dallas and especially Hayes and Nash Grier with a deep passion. From the second he saw Nash's vines, he was disgusted by him. He thought the things he said were offensive, and he obviously hated the little brother of the guy as well for taking part in these things. The problem here is:
You were dating Hayes Grier. Nate hated Hayes with all of his being, and couldn't stand the fact that you were within fifty feet of the boy. Today you both decided to tell Nate about your five month long relationship, and he did not take it so well, which is why you and Nate where shouting at one another at the top of your lungs.
"I can date whoever I want to date, Nate! Mom and Dad are totally fine with it, so I don't really care if you are. If you aren't, oh freaking well." You yell at him with lots of venom in your voice.
"I know that you deserve so much better than that little loser of a kid." He yells back. You didn't really get into fights often with your brother, and it had never gotten this bad. Nate never screamed at you, ever. Even when you were little and annoying he would never get to the point of screaming at you. You always had this relationship with him where you could tell one another anything and everything and you would always support one another. So it broke your heart to see the brother that you thought would always be there for you no matter what you did, looked as if he was disgusted by you, just because you were dating someone he didn't like.
"Nate, you don't know what's best for me all the time. I know what's best for me, and I think Hayes is amazing!" You say, trying to lower your voice in attempts to end the screaming match. Nate obviously didn't get the memo.
"I don't freaking care if you think he's 'amazing' y/n, he's going to break your heart and am I supposed to be there to help you? To be the good big brother when I could've stopped the heart break before it even happens? No, y/n, no. You are most certainly not going to date this guy!" He exclaims, even louder than the last.
"You aren't my father, and you don't own me or control me. You don't even live in the same house as me anymore, Nate! I didn't come here to ask your blessing to date him, I just came here to tell you, and if you don't like it, then whatever." You say in your normal talking voice, not even giving him a chance to say anything before turning your back on him and walking out the door of his apartment. You took fast, long strides to the door and opened it in one swift moment. As soon as you stepped out that door, you broke into a sprint. You wanted to run out to Hayes's car where he sat on the inside waiting for you. Nate had told him to leave in not the most polite way at least an hour ago. In that hour you have most likely lost your voice and cried away all of your makeup. You kept running down the hallways of the apartment building until you got out to the parking lot, where the cold air hit you and caused you to stop running. You were out of breath and a little bit sweaty, but the cold air was doing a good job of drying up the sweat and tears from your face. You scanned the parking lot for Hayes's bright blue car, and within seconds you found it, and slowly made your way to the car. He was sitting the driver's seat, his head resting against the steering wheel, most likely asleep. You tapped on the window, signaling that you were here and his head shot up. He saw you and smiled, even though you looked like a complete wreck. He clicked the button and unlocked the car. You went to the other side and got in on the passenger side.
"Everything okay?" He asked with a sad smile.
"My brother freaking hates me." You say, burying your face in your hands starting to cry. He unbuckles his seat belt and moves closer to you, pulling your body close to his.
"Shhh, y/n, he doesn't hate you! I promise, things will work out." You wipe your eyes quickly, sitting up. You look into his gorgeous eyes and get lost in the moment.
"I know it's only been five months, but I love you, Hayes." You whisper, hoping with all your heart you actually mean those words you are saying.
"And I love you too." He whispers, kissing you on the lips. He starts to pull alway, but you pull him back, deepening the kiss. You started to full on make out in the car, and you weren't sure if you were steaming up the windows, and you really didn't care. You forgot about everything in that moment, but Hayes and how much you loved him. His left moved from your lips to your neck, and you let out a soft moan, and you really started to get into it, knowing exactly where it may lead up, but you heard a banging on the window. You looked over to the driver's side window, and you saw your brother even angrier than he was in the first place.
"Get off of my sister!" He screams, opening the car door. Hayes curses at himself silently for not locking the car door.
"Listen to me, kid, I really don't like you, okay? I may hate you will everything I got, but I love my sister even more than I hate you. I want to see her happy and sadly, you make her happy. But I don't want to see you trying stuff with my little sister, got it?" Nate spits. Hayes nods at him, and Nate puts his hand on the door. You expected him to slam it shut. But he didn't.
"I love you, y/n. Please don't ever think I don't." He adds, before shutting the car door and making his way back to the apartment building.
"Well, at least now you know he doesn't hate you. But he sure as heck hates me."