Imagine dating Michael and Calum is your brother and you have to keep it a secret from your brother
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You had just gotten home from school and your brother was at band practice. You really wanted to go but if you did you'd be starting at Michael the whole time. Michael and you were dating and had been for months. However your brother didn't think he was good enough, and he didn't even know you were dating. Life sucked but Michael was your safety, he made everything better. Your phone began to ring, "Hello?" You questioned.
"Hey Y/n how was school?" Calum asked.
"It was good I guess," you sighed you were hoping it was Michael.
"Alright well I'm gonna be home in a few okay?"
"Alrighty."
He hung up no bye, you hated that you never knew when he was done talking. You decided to text Michael and ask if he wanted to go out tonight. He responded in a few minutes and said sure. That made you smile and blush.
The door opened and Calum walked in, "what's up sis?" He asked.
"Nothing much, just chilling," you replied.
"Who you texting?"
"No one."
"Oh it's someone alright cause your blushing. Man girl you look like a tomato."
"Shut up boy."
He just rolled his eyes and left. Finally he just got home and already he was on your nerves. In an hour you'd tell Calum you were going shopping so you and Mikey could go grab some pizza. Then you'd go buy some clothes to cover up your lie.
While at the mall you and Michael argued over the last pizza slice. "Hey give it to me!" You begged.
"Michael wants another slice!" He sang.
This made you giggle and let him have it, then you got up and went to hot topic. Michael came with you, he loved seeing what you bought. He'd always complain that the shirts didn't smell like you, which made you laugh. However today wasn't like a normal day a certain Kiwi was in the store. He turned the corner and came face to face with you and Michael. "Umm, oops," that was all you could say.
Calum's face turned brighter red and grabbed your wrist and dragged you home. "Y/n why are you dating him?" He interrogated.
"Why do you think?" You retorted.
"He's not good enough for you."
"How do you know what's good for me?"
"I don't I just know I'm trying to protect you."
He was so overprotective.
