One Direction Preferences Part 2

He grounds you

He grounds you

Harry: "Harry," you whined. "Harry this is completely unfair! You can’t ground me!" You had been out with your friends, only just a half hour past your curfew. You came home right as you noticed the time, and there was your brother, sitting in his chair, reading a book and sipping tea. "Where have you been?" he had asked calmly. You had tried to explain, but Harry sent you to bed without another word. Now, your brother just shook his head. “You promised that you would be home by 12. It was 12:30 when you got home,” he said simply, ignoring your persistent tugs on his sleeve. “So what, Harry?” you argued. “I’m 16, I can do what I want, and you don’t have the authority to ground me.” You hated when this happened. Harry acted like you were so much younger, and that there was still so much for you to learn. Of course there still was, but it gave Harry no right to treat you like a child. “(Y/N), I’m going to make this clear,” Harry spoke, making eye contact with you. “I do remember what it was like to be your age. I did most of the things you do. And just because I understand you, does not mean that I’m going to let it slide every time.” “But-” you started. “No buts.” Harry pointed to your room. “Go. Come out when you can act mature.” You made a childish face at your brother, but followed his instructions. “Oh,” he called. You stopped and turned around. “Your new curfew is 10. No exceptions, unless someone dies or gets hurt.” You tightened your jaw and clenched your fists, and stiffly walked away.

Niall: "And I don’t care if you think it’s okay. It’s not,” Niall spoke to you in a somewhat hard tone. Niall had caught you with your friends, who were all a few years older than you, drinking. It wasn’t like this was going to become an everyday thing, but you hadn’t planned on it happening in the first place. Your friends were at the legal drinking age, and had dared you to try some beer they had brought over. It was just a sip, and it tasted like piss. You didn’t think you would ever drink again, even if you were in the hot sandy desert and it was the only thing. “Niall, c’mon! It was just a sip, and I hated it!” you shot back. He just wouldn’t listen. “No, (Y/N), underage drinking is against the law, and you know that perfectly well!” Niall said. “Oh yeah?” you retorted. “Then how come it was okay for Harry to drink on camera last year at the Brits, even though he was underage?” Niall took a deep breath. “That’s a different case, and Harry has nothing to do with this,” he said. “It’s all you.” You made some sort of croaky, defeated whale noise out of your throat. It was the most annoying and whiny sound you could ever make, and you knew Niall hated it. He pinched your nose shut to get you to stop and leaned in close to your face. “You are not allowed to see your friends for a month,” he said, and released your nose. “You’re grounding me?” you asked him. He nodded. “Niall, you can’t do that! I’m sixteen, and it’s mum’s and dad’s position to ground me. Not yours." "I don’t care." Niall blinked. "It was your choice to come live with me, and if you live in my house, you live by my rules. I’m older than you, and that’s how it works," he said simply. You didn’t know what else to say, so you punched him in the shoulder and walked to your room.

Louis: "What the hell?" Louis’s voice rang through the room. Crap. He caught you with your boyfriend on the couch, making out. You both scooted away from each other awkwardly and nobody said anything for two, long minutes. Your boyfriend patted your knee and stood up. "Well," he said, glancing at your steamed brother who was standing at the doorway. "I’m gonna take off." He left. You sighed as Louis sat down. "Why?" was all he said. "Louis, what’s wrong?" you asked him. "I don’t like that boy," he said. "He smokes, he’s in a gang, he dropped out of school, and have you seen the color of his hair?" Louis said to you. You knew Louis didn’t like your boyfriend from the start, but his opinion didn’t matter. You sighed. "Yeah," you said. "I know. It’s blue." Louis put his arm around you. "And," he breathed. "He’s got way too many tattoos." "Um," you said. "Louis, you have tattoos." You poked at his arm, particularly at the stick figure that was permanently etched on his skin in black ink. "Look, I’m not going to sugar coat this," he said. "I’m just gonna jump straight to the point." He cut through the air with his hand. He then placed it on yours, and looked you in the eye. "I don’t want you seeing him anymore," he said. You stood up. "Louis! I can’t not see him! He’s my boyfriend, what am I supposed to do?" you yelled. "Calm down," Louis said. "He’s not good enough for you, and I’m not gonna let you see him until you figure that out. My sister deserves the best, not some hoodlum off the street. I’m sorry," he said. You know he didn’t mean to hurt you. "So, you’re just gonna," you stuttered. "You’re just gonna, you’re gonna ground me? From my boyfriend?" you asked in disbelief. "Yeah," he said. "I said I’m sorry. And I’m only grounding you from him, not seeing the world." Like that was supposed to make you feel better. You were fumed. "So," Louis said, changing the subject. "Whaddya want for dinner?" Not responding, you kicked him in the shin and went to your room.

Liam: You sat in the office at school. You had gotten in an argument, which then resulted in a physical fight. It wasn’t your fault though, you just get really defensive when people talk shit about people you care about, in this case, Liam. He walked through the doors, apologized to the principal, and left with a firm grasp on your sleeve. He angrily opened his passenger door and semi-forcefully shoved you in. You threw your backpack over the seat and crossed your arms. It wasn’t fair, you hadn’t done anything wrong! Liam sat down and turned to you. “Okay,” he sighed. “Why did you do it?” “Liam, it wasn’t me, it was this other girl. You know I get really defensive when people trash talk my family and I wasn’t gonna stand around and let it happen. Liam, you know I would never do anything like this intentionally, this sort of stuff just sorta happens, you know?” you rambled as Liam started the car and drove away. “And-” you started again. Liam held up his hand. “Stop. I know you have things to say, and it’s probably a good explanation, but you need to listen to me first,” Liam said. He paused, expecting you to say something, but you stayed silent. “This is not the first time it’s happened. You need to learn to let it go. And today was really important! I had an interview that we had to cut short because of you. So, this is the last time it’s going to happen. I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ground you,” Liam said, glancing at you quickly and focusing on the road again. You didn’t say anything for a while. Neither of you did. “In all fairness,” you spoke. “She hit me first.” Liam smiled at you. “I’m really sorry, (Y/N). And you aren’t totally grounded. It’s just that you can only go to school and home by yourself, but I’ll do stuff with you. Promise.” Liam hooked his pinky finger around yours, which was resting on the box between you. Liam wasn’t a bad brother, but sometimes he just didn’t get you.

Zayn: You shut your laptop when your brother entered your room. You had always been super secretive when it came to the internet, just because it made you uncomfortable. “What was on there?” Zayn asked you, plopping down on your bed. “Nothing,” was your almost immediate response. “Was it anything bad?” Zayn asked, trying to get your laptop away from you. You held on. “No Zayn. I’m old enough to look at what I want.” The truth was that you were just on tumblr, but Zayn didn’t know you had one and you didn’t want him to find out. “It was porn, right?” Zayn asked, starting to freak out. “Cussing? Something extremely inappropriate?” You shook your head no, of course you would never even think of looking at those things. “Then if it wasn’t any of those things, why can’t you tell me?” Zayn asked. “Don’t you trust me?” Sure you did, but telling people what you were doing on the internet was not something you wanted to do. It wasn’t any of his business, anyway.  Zayn finally got your laptop away from you. “Sorry, but if you can’t tell me, then you can’t use this,” he said, standing up. “But Zayn! That isn’t fair! It doesn’t matter anyways. You know it isn’t something bad, so why don’t you trust me?" you whined. Great. Now you sounded like a five year old. "Sorry, that’s the rule," he said. "Fine," you spoke grabbing your phone from under your pillow. "I’ll use this." "Um," said Zayn, holding out his hand. He whistled two notes. "Hand it over," he curled his fingers as if to say c’mon. You hesitated for a moment before tossing your phone across the room. It was best not to argue with your brother. “I think,” he said, strolling out of your door. “I’m going to shut off the wifi for a few weeks.” You made and “unh” sound right before Zayn shut the door. He opened it again. “Read some books or something,” he said, smiling before closing the door. Nothing was worse than having somebody with no control over your life grounding you from your electronics. Ugh.