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'You're having sex with my baby sister...'

Liam: "How fucking long, Zayn?" He demanded, glaring hate at the tall, scruffy lad in front of him. This was almost like a wake-up call for him. And now, he was finally putting it all together. His best mate and his baby sister. "Liam, relax, please." Zayn pleaded, placing calm hands on his shoulders and mentally applauding himself for going to him without you, that would only make things worse. "How could I relax when you’re with (Y/N)?" He gasped, but it was more hurt than angry. "You’re gonna hurt her." He sighed, turning away from Zayn and looking towards the window. "I won’t hurt her." Zayn assured, placing a careful hand on his shoulder. "Why should I-" "Because I love her, and I’m not letting her get away for anything."

Zayn: ”Come here.” Zayn beckoned Harry closer to him, as if to give him a hug, you were standing in the room so he had to act reasonable and not lash out. “I’m so glad you’re taking this so well, mate, I really am-” “Listen very fucking carefully.” He interrupted as soon as they were close enough to each other. “If you ever hurt her, I will cut your balls off and sew them to your forehead, are we clear?” “Zayn, I-” “Are we fucking clear?” He snarled and pulled back, smiling at him and then looking at you. “She deserves a lot of love, mate.” Zayn whispered, calming, leaving you unhearing. “She deserves the fucking world, and if you give her anything short of that, your balls are going on your tongue.”

Louis: It came out as a question, directly after Niall’s confession, followed by a disgusted groan. “Mate, don’t dick around with shit like that. It’s not funny.” He grimaced, looking back down at the phone cradled in his hands. “I know it’s not funny.” Niall nodded, knowingly. He plopped down on the bench next to him. “And it’s not like that. I’m not fucking her, I’m dating her.” He stuck his hands in his pockets nervously and stared at the ground. “Oh, I see, so she’s sucking your dick too?” He laughed loudly, humourlessly and got up from next to him and stood, running a hand through his hair. “You’re supposed to be my mate.” He sighed, his hand falling to his side. “No, we’re still mates. Jeez, I thought this would make us closer. I know how protective you are of her, but I’m falling for her, and I can’t allow myself to feel for her without your approval. And as long as you give the okay, I promise you, she will not get hurt.” Niall went on, standing next to him now. Louis pulled him into a tight hug. “Mind her.”

Niall: He said it without emotion, not looking away from the telly. "I thought you were with Eleanor or did you guys- wait hold the fuck up." He said quickly, scrunching his eyebrows together, finally looking away from the TV. "My little sister?" He gasped, standing up and looking down at Louis on the sofa. "My little sister?” He asked again with more attitude, hoping he’d tell him wrong. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, a laugh emitting his lips as he shook his head. “You’re joking.” “I’m serious. I was gonna tell you sooner but (Y/N) said you would get mad at me, and honestly, I’ll take the anger if that means I can have her.” Niall didn’t look at Louis, instead turned around and began to pace. “Look mate, I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got here, but I can’t live without your sister. And I can’t let this come between us.” “You’ll be fucking careful with her.” He demanded, pointing a warning finger at Louis, a smirk hiding behind his glare. “Or I’l kick your fucking ass.”

Harry: "She’s younger than you." He nodded, matter-of-factly. Liam nodded along, unsure of where this was headed. "How did you get along without me seeing? Like how have I not noticed you guys together?" Liam shrugged, shaking his head. "The point here is that I need your sister." Liam sighed, watching Harry think. "But I also need you, man." Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair, still in thought. "You’ve known her all these years." Harry sighed, and Liam waited patiently for him to finish. "And I always knew you fancied her, I just pretended not to notice. And it’s taken you this long." He blew the air out of his cheeks and a smile crept to his lips. "Your balls finally grew in." He laughed, clapping the back of a relieved Liam. "Hurt her, I hurt you."