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You Think He Hates You & Another Boy Comforts You

Louis | Age 14

You were just walking home after a shitty day at school. You failed a test, your bullies were extra hard on you, you stained your favorite shirt, and your brother forgot you at school. You were furious, but now that you got a chance to clear your mind by walking home, you were just upset. It also wasn't the first time he'd forgot you. You were a complete mess, and the stares you got from passing cars really helped. You walked up to the front porch and into your brother's house. You just wanted to come home and have a peaceful night with your brother. But when you walked in, the band was also there. You sighed and put your stuff down by the door.

"Louis?" You called as you walked in the living room. He was sitting with all his band mates watching a football game. "Shut up, Y/N we're watching the game," he said without emotion or looking away from the game. All the boys looked up and sent you a sad smile. You went upstairs to take a shower and just brushed off your brother.

After your shower, you felt slightly better. So you decided to go back downstairs. You were halfway down the stairs when you heard whispered yells. "Mate, go easy on her. She probably has an explanation," you heard Liam whisper. "Yeah," the other boys chimed in. You walked into the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Y/N, what the fuck is this?" Louis spat at you as he shoved a paper into your hands. You turned it the right way before you could clearly see it. It was your failed History test. "I'm sorry, I know but-," you started to say. "Stop! You have an excuse for everything, Y/N. Everything. And I'm done. You have no reason to be failing History. You're probably failing other classes too, according to this test!" He spat.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You barely whisper. "It means if you're stupid in this class, you're probably stupid in others!" He said throwing his hands up. You gasped along with the other boys.

"Too far...," Niall mumbled. "No, you know what Louis? I'm not. I'm not failing other classes. But I'm failing History. Do you know why? Because my bullies are in that class. I'm bullied. Everyone hates me at school. But obviously you don't care. You don't care enough as my brother. I just wanted to come home and spend time with you because I had a terrible day. But you left me at school to walk home by myself! It's as if I don't even exist anymore," you said, whispering the last part, before running upstairs to cry.

You were only in your room for about 5 minutes before you heard yelling. Then someone knocked at your door. "Louis, please go away," you said, choking on sobs. "Love, it's Liam. Come on, please open-," he didn't even get to finish. You'd already opened the door and ran into his arms. "Louis hates me. I didn't mean to say those things," you said. "No shh, you didn't do anything wrong. Louis was way out of line. And I know you did mean to say those things. Because that's how you feel, isn't it sweetie?" He asked softly. You nodded against his chest.

"Now tell me about your day," he said, stroking your hair and swaying you both back and forth as you wrapped your arms tighter around his torso. You told him everything and felt much better afterwards. But you were still upset about Louis. By the time you were done talking, Liam was a shade of red. He was so angry about the bullies, he could hardly contain himself.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," you heard Louis say from the end of the hall where you were still standing outside your doorway. You head his voice and ran from Liam's arms into his. "I love you, Louis," you said, almost crying again. "I love you too. And tomorrow, we're gonna go fix this bullying problem. All of us. I'm sorry, angel. I'm a terrible brother," he said, his voice cracking. "No Louis, you're not. You didn't know," you sighed against him before pulling away from the hug. You kissed his cheek and went to go hug the rest of the boys. Finally, it felt like you were loved.

Niall | Age 13

Hate. It's always hate. You never get anything but hate. And now, it's even your own brother you're receiving hate from. Between the comments online, from Niall, from fans, at school, it makes you just want to scream. You were sitting in your room reading when Niall called you downstairs. The boys were over, so you figured he'd be in a better mood.