BSM Preference: You become distant from him and have to go on vacation with him (Age 13-19)
Harry (Age 13):
"Can't I just stay in my own room?" You asked your mother, nearly getting on your knees and begging her. "Y/N you're only 13. You can't have your own room so just forget it. You're staying with Harry." She gave you a quick peck on the cheek and left before you could annoy her more. You groaned and turned around, jumping when you saw Harry behind you. He stared at you for a moment, his green eyes boring into yours. "Why do you hate me so much? I've tried so hard to get you to open up to me and to let me be your brother again. Why won't you let me?" He was on the verge of tears now and you couldn't help but stare at him, shocked. "Harry.." You trailed off and stared at the ground, trying your hardest to hold back tears. "Its hard for me. I felt like you didn't love me anymore." You whispered, losing control when he ran over and pulled you in his arms. He continued to hold you and you held on to him, no words needed at the moment.
Niall (Age 16):
You groaned as you lifted your heavy suitcase, nearly falling down the stairs as you shuffled down them. "Here let me help." A voice muttered, quickly taking your suitcase away from you. You glanced up an held back a groan when you saw your brother Niall. "Thanks." You muttered before walking off, stopping when a hand gripped your wrist. "Y/N come on. Why are you acting like i'm a stranger?" He asked you, tilting your chin up when you wouldn't look at him. You sighed and pulled your face away from his hands. "Its just hard when you're not here...Its hard to just be all lovey dovey when I haven't seen you in like 8 months." You looked him in the eyes and he glanced down. "I understand that y/n. But i'm here now. And I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but you ignoring me and not talking to me is not helping me with that." He whispered. You stared at him for a moment and nodded. You walked over and hugged him, trying to forget your feelings and enjoy the opportunity that you had with him.
Liam (Age 19):
"Bye mom." You called, closing the door once she left. You turned around and groaned when you saw Liam smiling at you from the couch. "Wanna watch a movie?" He asked,giving you a hopeful smile. You wanted too, you really did, but he needed to know that things are different now. You shook your head and walked past him, jerking your hand away when he grabbed it. You were almost to your room when he called out to you. "What is it Y/N?! You keep ignoring me and not even acknowledging me. What did I do?" You turned to face him and shook your head. "Nothing, just leave me alone." You muttered. "No." He said sternly. "Fine. You wanna know whats wrong with me? Whats wrong is that you go on tour and I grew up! I may be only about 2 years older now but its made a difference. You don't know how hard it is to have to go on without someone who you were always around. You were my only friend and you left....Thats whats wrong." You glared at him after you finished, ignoring the tears that were streaming down your face. He stared at you for a moment and then started laughing, a dry and painful sounding laugh. "You think I don't know what it feels like? To go without someone who was there for you when everyone else seemed to give up on me. Y/N you have been with me through so much and to have to leave you was extremely hard for me. I don't think you realize how hard it was when I would call and mom would tell me you didn't want to speak to me. You don't realize how hard this whole thing was for me too." He was in tears by now and you ran over to him, not even caring anymore. You jumped in his arms and sobbed into his chest, whispering muffled apologies.
Louis (Age 14):
"Louis go away!" You screamed, nearly punching him when he smiled at you. "Mom! Can you help me?" He screamed, smirking at you when she walked into the room.. "What Louis?" She asked exasperatedly. "Y/N wont talk to me and I told her we are about to go on vacation and we are going to have to share the same bed which means we will have to talk to each other but she wont listen and its hurting my feelings really badly." He said, taking a deep breath once he finished. Your mom sighed and glanced to you. Y/N I understand you're not comfortable with him right now and you're going through some things, but can you please just talk to him. I'm trying to get packed and your bickering is not helping me." She pleaded. You glanced over at Louis and nearly cracked a smile when he pouted at you. "Fine." You muttered. She thanked you and ran out of the room, leaving you with dumbass. You turned to tell him to leave, but he jumped on top of you and hugged you tightly, leaving you shocked but secretly happy.
Zayn ( Age 15):
You sat on the bed and silently watched as Zayn slid in beside of you. He glanced over at you and you looked down at your book, not in the mood to talk to him. He was silent for a moment, playing around on his phone, and then he suddenly spoke. "Why are you ignoring me?" He asked, being as blunt as he could. You glanced up from your book and stared at him, clearly showing him you didn't want to talk. "Y/N please?" He begged. You sighed and closed your book, throwing it across the room and focusing back on him. "I'm not ignoring you...I just don't wanna talk to you." You stated, just as blunt as he was. He stared at you, mouth open wide, and shook his head. "Yeah I know you understand so i'm gonna explain. Hmmm where to start... Oh I know maybe because you never called me when you were on tour. I understand you're busy, probably busier than I will ever be, but you have to make time for family. Which is something you obviously didn't do." You gave him a small nod and got up to get your book. " Y/N i'm sorry! I never called because I thought you hated me or something. I would text you all the time before I gave up, and you would never reply. So I just assumed you hated me." He muttered, guilt evident in his eyes. You stared at him for a moment and slowly walked over to the bed. You silently sat on it and gently placed yourself in his arms. He wound his arms around you and held you, both of you not speaking for hours.
