I have read alot of One Direction Imagines on here, all of which were amazing, and i have been inspired to try to write one myself! I have never been great at writing but lets just see how it goes shall we! Please, no negative comments, let me know if you liked it in the comments! :)
This boy was perfect in every single way. To me, he had it all, the looks, the personality, the style, the smile, the eyes. My brother was my idol, he was there for me when no one else was. He was the one who taught me how to swim, he was the one who helped with any boy issues, not my mum, not my dad, him, my big brother, Andrew. All the girls loved him, even some of my friends gave him the old once over whenever they came round. We used to laugh about it when they left, he used to say i was his little star and he would always have my back, whatever happened, whenever i needed him, he would be there. I believed him and he kept his word. I used to think we would never be parted, he would grow up and when he moved out he would take me with him. Seems stupid now but at the time, our future was set, he would take me out for milkshakes and McDonalds and watch films with me every night. Stay with me when i was scared or upset. That's what it was like. For a while. But i learned one day that life can do terrible things and sometimes you're left to face them alone.
"Hey mum, is Andrew up yet?" I call up the stairs. He's taking me to cinema today to watch the new Spiderman. We've been planning it for ages, watching all the previous ones so we can compare them when we get out of the theatre. The thing about Andrew is, he loves his bed and it takes a glass of water over the head to get him out of it.
"He's not in, love" My mum replies. Strange, he normally texts me to say he's staying out but i looked at my phone earlier and i didn't have any messages from him. Maybe he sneaked out to buy snacks, i chuckle at the thought. He loves food just as much as i do and knowing him, he would buy alot. "Has he not text you? sometimes i swear you two are joined at the hip" She yells from the landing. It's true, me and Andrew are always together. People think it's weird how close we are and sometimes make snide comments, but we just smile politely and get on with whatever we were doing. He always taught me not to lose my temper and say anything back because i would be sinking to their level so i never did.
"No, he hasn't." I reply.
"Well, there's a start." Mum has always loved how close we both are, she says it's rare to see such a bond between two siblings. I guess it's true, all of my friends are always nagging me how much they hate their older brothers and sisters and how much the argue with them. They say i'm lucky to have such a nice brother, which i am. I count myself blessed, i really do, i could never have a full on argument where he calls me harsh names. Every time we do argue, i always cry and he hugs me till i stop, saying how sorry he is and how it will never happen again.
My thoughts are then interrupted by a loud banging at the front door. "This should be good." I say to no one in particular as i imagine all of my brothers excuses for running off this early in the morning. I'm just about to pull a very impressive "monster" face through the window when i see a women in uniform stood in the spot i thought my brother would be. I stand up straight and open the door, confusion covering my entire face, feature by feature. Maybe she has the wrong address.
"Is this 71 Cresent Drive?" She asks in a rich Manchester accent. Then again maybe she has the right address. But why is she here? What does she want? "Is your mum in, sweetie?" Why is she calling me that?
"Umm...yeah let me just get her" What did my mum do? Is she in trouble? Am i in trouble? Is my brother in trouble? My brother. Maybe he's been arrested. Maybe that's why he hasn't text me. No, i can't think like this. I won't think like this. Maybe she's just wanting to ask my mum some questions about our street. If we've seen any funny bussiness or something. Yeah, that will be it. Won't it.
