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Your Older Brother is Famous

Liam: You had four brothers, three older and one younger, you were in fact the only daughter of the Jonas family. You had gone to one of the awards show with Nick, you were his plus one. You never really were quite the musician, so going to an awards show was amazing. One Direction received an award and you panicked. Of course no one knew you were a fangirl, you were a celebrity too, doing things like that would be…awkward? Liam took the microphone to accept the speech and you just melted. This was actually happening, your favouritest celeb ever was like… ten metres away from you. You latched onto Nick’s arm. “(Y/N).” He laughed, putting an arm around your shoulder. “It’s okay, you’ve met famous people before.” He laughed again. “I know, but it’s Liam Payne!” You shrieked as quietly as you could. You looked back at the stage and Liam was laughing, his face all scrunched up. He was beautiful. You were embarrassed that he might’ve heard you. You met him at the after party, you got to talking. “I think it’s really sweet that you’re a fan.” He laughed, recalling the moment in the auditorium again. Nick, Kevin and Joe came up from behind you. “Okay, (Y/N), you ready?” Kevin asked, you smiled and nodded, still gazing into Liam’s eyes. You had picked up his number, but after you had left him there, Nick walked over to him. “That’s my little sister. You hurt her, you’re dead.” Was all he said, trailing off after you. “Never going to happen.” Liam mumbled to himself, smiling as he watched you walk away.

Zayn: “Shit!” You groaned as you got up one morning, finding yourself lying in Zayn’s bed. “What?” He mumbled, sleep obvious in his voice. “Josh.” You mumbled, slipping your clothes on, getting ready to go home. Your brother was Josh Hutcherson, you and him lived alone and he would always worry when you went out late. He didn’t know you were dating Zayn, he had always warned you of him. Zayn was great, smart, nice, sweet, he was just perfect, everything you wanted in a guy. “C’mon, (Y/N), I can’t even take you out to dinner or anything because you don’t want paps. Don’t you think he should know? Doesn’t he deserve it?” You sighed and slipped on your skinny jeans. “C’mon, babe please?” He was sitting up in bed now, watching you rush around the room. You stood in the middle of the room and watched as Zayn picked up your phone, unlocked it and texted. “Hey, I spent the night at a friends. Sorry I didn’t call.” Zayn read aloud as he typed it in. He set the phone down gently and you walked over to him and sat in his lap. “I want to tell him, I’m just really nervous.” You sighed, wishing your brother wasn’t as protective as he actually was.

Louis: You had an older brother. You loved him dearly. But he had already kind of had his moment of fame. Jesse McCartney was your brother. When he was famous, you didn’t really get a lot of attention from him, you weren’t really known by anyone. McCartney is a pretty popular surname, you started your own YouTube channel that you sag on. Jesse didn’t even know it existed until someone pointed out to him. When he watched all of your videos, he insisted you came on the newest tour. The two of you did some songs together and you were then nominated for awards. People admired you because even though you were so close to fame, you made your way up yourself. You had been introduced to a lot of new bands, including One Direction. They all stayed respectable but on the inside they were drooling over you. “So, (Y/N).” Louis said, you had started talking to him when Jesse got distracted. “Single?” He asked, this made you laugh. You had a huge crush on Louis and he was sending hints all over the place. “I’m free tomorrow at 7, and this is my number.” You smirked, grabbing his phone out of his hand and typing in your number. “Call me.” You smirked again as Jesse waved you over. He led you out of the room but before he closed the door he shot Louis a nasty glare.

Niall: Your brother was very famous…Justin Bieber. You were his twin sister that was never really brought up. Sometimes Justin would mention you as his ‘little sister’ but other than that you were unknown and nameless. You were born six minutes after him, which just annoyed the hell out of you. You were at a lot of Justin’s concerts. But this one in particular you had gotten into a fight. He had just finished singing ‘As Long as You Love Me.’ You were sitting in the dressing room backstage, looking through your phone contemplating on leaving. You were barely paying attention. He sighed, and started talking, grabbing your attention. “Ugh, okay me and my sister got into a fight.” Your eyes widened and the fans went mad. They always did when you were brought up. You were freaking out. “(Y/N), can you please come out here?” He asked, looking towards the side of the stage where you would’ve been. You didn’t move. You were frozen on that couch. He groaned. “C’mon, I’m sorry.” He tried again. You still didn’t move, you would’ve if you could. “Did she leave?” Justin asked to no one in particular. He ran off stage and barged in the room. “What the hell are you doing?” You shrieked, he put a finger over his lips, indicating that the mike was still on. “Someones here to see you.” He laughed, he picked you up and ran back on stage. People went mad. “This is the secret (Y/N), my little sister.” “By Six minutes.” You shrieked face palming yourself. “Okay well, I was hoping you could help me sing this song.” You shook your head in embarrassment as the song started. He whispered, “No matter what happens, you need to remain calm.” You just shrugged and nodded, getting really into the song. But then you saw someone familiar at the side of the stage. You panicked and ran towards them. Trying your best to muffle a squeal. It was Niall Horan. When you got close enough you whispered “Can I have a hug?” He just laughed and obliged, not knowing about his crush on you and you not knowing he just got one. After the concert you guys went out to dinner, the three of you. You excused yourself to the wash room. “Okay, I set you up. Hurt her, you’re a dead man, got it.” Niall just nodded, knowing he’s never going to hurt you.

Harry: You were out to get your brother. He had gotten you so mad, that you were out to get him…all the time. The way you did that, was shred through guys that he didn’t like, endless one night stands just to get his attention. Your brother was Chris Brown. You had met Harry Styles once at a club. You thought it was perfect, Chris always complained about him, it was brilliant. And Harry was all for it. He knew how these things work. He didn’t ask for your number in the morning or anything, not wanting to make it awkward. But then you wanted more from him. You had been on Alan Carr and he asked about your brother, you grimaced. “We’re in a big fight right now.” You smiled sarcastically, he just laughed, “Is that why you hooked up with Harry then, love?” He asked, clinking your glasses together. “Oh my gosh.” You blushed and hid your face in your hands. “He quite fancies you, you know.” He said again. Your blush grew. “Who told you that?” You laughed, trying to recollect your confidence. “Oh, he did, love. He said that you spent a night together and that he figured you weren’t looking for a guy like him.” He said, like it was no big deal. “Look.” He laughed pulling an iPhone out of his pocket and dialling a number. “Hello?” A deep, familiar voice said after a couple rings. “Hello, Harry?” He laughed, “Guess who I’ve got here with me.” You blushed, “Hi.” You laughed hiding your face. “(Y/N), hi. Um, okay, Alan, give (Y/N) my number.” you just laughed as we chatted for a bit. After you left the studio, you called him. “What about my brother?” You asked as you walked back to your flat, avoiding paps as best you could. “I’ll talk to him.” Was all he said.