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He Blames You for Something You Didn't Do | Part 1

Louis | Age 3
"Y/N Tomlinson!" Louis' loud voice boomed through the bus. You were on tour with him and he was basically your third parent. He marched into the kitchen where you sat coloring at the table. He angrily held up his signed jersey that had been stained with what looked like grape juice. "You're in so much trouble," he growled. He scooped you up from your spot and marched away into the other room as the boys watched helplessly. "But bubby, I-," you started to explain. "I don't want to hear it, Y/N!" He snapped. He sat you roughly in his bunk and looked you in your now teary eyes. "You're going to sit here until I come get you." You nodded and scooted further away from him. He threw the scrunched up jersey on the bed, not meaning to hit you with it, and walked away. He didn't even notice it'd hit you. You whimpered and let your tears spill, thinking your big brother hated you.

Niall | Age 8
You sat in your room doing homework when you jumped from your seat at someone's loud yelling from downstairs. "Y/N! Come here!" You recognized your brother's loud angry voice and scampered down the steps. You gasped when you saw a broken picture on the floor. "You did this?!" He yelled. "No, Niall I've been upstairs working on homework!" You defended. "Don't lie. No one else is home! Seriously? Clean this up and go to bed, right now!" He shouted. "But Ni-," you tried to reason. "NOW!" You winced and dropped to your knees, beginning to pick up the large chunks of glass. He groaned before exiting the room. You watched him, wondering why he was in such a bad mood. You weren't paying attention to what you were doing, and a piece of glass cut your hand deeply. You didn't even know how it happened. You yelped as the blood poured and poured from your hand. Before you even got a chance to call for Niall, you became light headed and everything went dark.

Liam | Age 16
"Y/N!" Liam screamed from the kitchen. You groaned, as you had a massive headache and only wanted to lay down. You trudged downstairs to meet a furious Liam. "What happened?" You softly approached. "Don't play dumb, Y/N. You know damn well what happened." You were honestly confused and didn't know what you did. "What, Liam?!" You snapped. "Don't you dare snap at me. You're the one who dented my fucking car. You were the last to drive it!" He shouted, making your head pound. "Liam, please don't yell. I have a headache!" You pleaded. "Nice try. You're not getting out of this! Go upstairs right now and don't come back down here!" He yelled. "Liam, I didn't dent your car! I promise!" You tried. "JUST GO!" He yelled, slamming his glass on the counter. You let out a silent sob as you ran upstairs.

Harry | Age 13
You sat and scrolled through Twitter silently in your room as your music played in the background. You jumped about 3 feet in the air when your door was thrown open. "Y/N, would you like to explain why my bedroom lamp is broken?!" He screamed. You paused your music and looked at him in disbelief. "I'd love to, but I don't know. So I'm afraid I can't," you said, going back to your computer. He came over and shut the computer's screen and snatched your phone and speakers. "Harry!" You yelled. "No, you're grounded for 2 weeks. Lying doesn't get you anywhere, and neither does sass," he snapped, before exiting your room. He didn't even give you time to explain or react. You truthfully didn't break the lamp and didn't understand why your brother wouldn't believe you.

Yeahh this is shit but it's my first story and I'm still learning. I hope you liked it. :)

I'll update as soon as possible! Enjoy. ♡