Niall Horan Ddm and bsm imagines

BSM-You die and it is his fault

Your age-12

My older brother , Niall, hated me. I had no idea why. He would always ignore me and the only time we talk to each other is when we are having arguments. I know that mum and dad hate it when we constantly argue but it isn't my fault.
I was a lot closer with Greg. It was nice to have at least one brother that cared.

*****

"Hey dad? Where's Greg?" I asked my dad who was sat at the table.
"He's in the living room with Niall" he told me.

As I got closer to the living room, I could hear Niall and Greg talking about me.

"She's just so annoying! I just wish I didn't have a sister! I don't even know why mum and dad decided to have another kid!" Niall ranted to Greg.
"C'mon Niall, you don't think that's a little harsh? All she wants is to have both brothers care about her and love her rather than just one" Greg told him, defending me.
"It's not harsh, it's the truth, I just hate her so much! We argue constantly and she always has to carry it on and then mum let's her get away with it! She's just a bitch, honestly!" Niall said.

"It's nice to know what you really think of me and Niall, all I want is for you to actually care and love me" I said as a tear escaped my eye.

I quickly left the house and began to run, I don't know where. I just needed to get away.

I quickly ran across the road and a car was speeding around the corner and it wasn't going to stop.
"Y/n!!" I heard Niall yell.
The car approached and soon enough, everything was black.

Niall's POV

"Y/n!!" I yelled as she ran across the road as a car speeded around the corner.

The car hit her and didn't stop. The car sped of out of sight and left y/n laying on the ground unconscious.

"No! Y/n! Please wake up!" I said rushing over to her, letting the tears escape my eyes.

Greg, my mum and my dad came running up the street.

My dad called the ambulance and tried to comfort my mum who was a crying mess.
"Get away from her! This is all your fault!" Greg spat letting his tears fall.

The ambulance arrived and y/n was taken to hospital.

****

We had been in the waiting room , we had been for a few hours waiting on some news.

I was sat on the chair in the corner, letting my tears fall and my mum, dad and Greg were sat opposite me. My family were still crying and Greg was giving me glares and dirty looks.
If anything happens to my little sister , I would never forgive myself and I'm sure my family would hate me.

The doctor came and our heads snapped up to face him.
"Is she okay?" My mum asked worrying.
"I'm afraid that due to her injurys she only has one more hour to live, you may see her now and say your goodbyes" the doctor explained before walking away.

My mum and dad burst out crying.
Greg let more tears fall from his eyes, as did I.

We all walked to y/n's room.
I was the last person to enter and as I tried to enter, Greg stopped me.

"This is all your fault! You don't deserve to say goodbye" he said angrily.
"Greg let him in" my dad told him.

I entered the hospital room and saw her pale, lifeless body on the bed. She was covered in cuts and bruises.

"I'm so sorry!" I cried, apologising to my mum and dad.
"Niall, what are you talking about?" My mum asked wiping her tears.
"It's all my fault! I..I was talking to Greg and said I..I hate her and she heard and r..ran out the house! It's my fault" I sobbed. "I..it should've been me hit by that car" I cried.

My mum stood up and hugged me.
"Niall! Don't you dare say that! None of this is your fault , please don't blame yourself" she said.

I sat down next to y/n's bed and got her hand.
"I'm so sorry princess! I'm sorry for everything I ever said to you! I didn't mean it. I'd never hate you , I love you so much! I'm so sorry!" I cried.

******

The heart monitor beeped and a flat line ran across it.

"It's all your fault! It's should've been you not her!" Greg screamed at me.

"I know it should've been me and I know it's my fault, you don't need to remind me and make me feel worse"

I just lost my amazing little sister. The one that I stopped paying attention to when she was 7, the one that I thought I hated until now, when she's gone forever.