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You're His Sister And He Finds Out One Of His Bandmates Likes You (His Pov)

[first name is who's POV it is, second name is who is crushing] 

Zayn/Liam: "Promise you won't get mad if I tell you something?" Liam asks, plopping down beside me on the sofa. I raise an eyebrow curiously and wonder what he could possibly be talking about. "I dunno mate, what's up?" I reply, noticing the faint smile across his lips. "Well, I...I kind of wanted to know if it'd be all right with you if I..." he begins, looking at his palms. "If what?" I pursue, urging him to continue. "If I...asked out your sister? I really quite like her, I..." he finishes, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. I raise my eyebrow in surprise. Liam has a crush on my sister? On (Y/N)? My first instinct is to say no way--she is my little sister and I'm quite the protective brother. But...he is a nice guy and my best mate. If any guy were to be a good one for my little sister it'd be him. "All right, mate. Just...be good to her. If you mess with her I'll seriously..." I begin, but he cuts me off with a pat on the shoulder. "I won't! I promise! This is great," he smiles, grabbing his phone. 

Harry/Niall: "Harry, your sister is so fit," Niall muses, his eyes dancing across the family photos in my home back in Cheshire. He'd come with me to visit my family over the holidays since his flight to Ireland was cancelled due to weather. I automatically cringe at the thought of people thinking of my SISTER like that, but I figure he's probably right. What can I say? The Styles family has some good genes. "Don't get any ideas, Furby," I warn, jumping onto my old bed and sighing. His face turns a bit serious and he frowns, picking up a picture frame of me and my sister, (Y/N), at the beach. "Why the long face?" I ask, surprised he hasn't made a proper comeback. "I dunno, Harry...I kind of...I'd like to get to know her better, you know?" he mumbles, setting the frame down on the wood and looking at me. My eyes widen in surprise and I bite my lip. "You fancy her, do you?" He nods quickly and nervously fiddles with his sleeve. "All right then, just don't break her heart or mess with her. I know where you live," I tease, but with a tone of seriousness. His face brightens with a smile and he laughs, nodding his head. "I'd never dream of it, Styles." 

Niall/Zayn: "Holy crap...your sister just gets even more stunning every time we see her," Zayn sighs, watching her drive away in her car. She'd come to visit us for the day but she had to head back home for her final exams soon. "I hate when you talk about my sister like that," I sigh, rolling my eyes. "We know you do, but she is pretty fit," Harry chimes, giving a shrug. "Zayn kept giving her googly eyes the whole time she was here," Louis sings, nudging Zayn's shoulder. Zayn bites back a smile and shakes his head, averting his gaze from mine. "Zayn! Do you fancy her?" I ask, watching him curiously. He doesn't answer, he only smiles brighter. "Zayn! You definitely do!" He looks up and sighs, nodding slowly. "I do, okay? I do! I'd like to ask her out but if you don't want me to--" he begins, looking me right in the eye. I cut him off with a nod, making his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Zayn, you can go after her if you want...I reckon she likes you, too...Just...don't mess with her or break her heart, mate. I'm not kidding," I say finally, complete seriousness. 

Liam/Louis: "Louis, why are you smirking like that?" I ask, noticing my friend's smile and sparkling eyes. "Nothing, uh, nothing," He assures, the smile not leaving his face. "Looouis," Harry sings, leaning over and nudging the older boy's shoulder. "What are you up to?" I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs, keeping his gaze on his phone. Out of nowhere, Niall reaches over and snatches the phone from his hand, his eyes flickering to the screen. "Oi! Give that back!" Louis exclaims, grabbing for the phone. "Louis! Why are you looking at Liam's sister's Facebook?" Niall gasps, his eyes filled with mischief. "What?" I ask, grabbing the phone and looking at the screen. "Nothing! It just popped up!" Louis says quickly, snatching the phone out of my palm. "Louis, do you...like her or something?" I ask, noticing the way he nervously fiddles with his sleeve. "Well...maybe just a little...I don't want to wreck anything between us if things didn't work out with me and your sister or something, Liam," he says, his usually playful tone a bit glum. "Lou, all of us are brothers for life no matter what. If you....fancy my sister," I say, frankly a bit surprised at the thought. "You can...go for it...and no matter what happens we'll all be mates no matter what. As long as you don't break her heart." 

Louis/Harry: "Any new girls lately, Styles?" I ask, sitting across from him at our kitchen table and grabbing a box of cereal. He looks up from his toast and shakes his head--although his smile tells otherwise. He sucks at lying. "Harry," I sing, raising an eyebrow. "Got your eye on someone? Fancy a new girl?" He bites his lip and pushes his plate aside, his green eyes meeting mine. "Maybe I do," he says finally, watching me pour a bowl of cereal. "Tell me who! Is it Cara? Cher?" I guess, pouring milk into my cereal and grabbing a spoon. "No and no," he replies, watching me eat cereal carefully, his eyes dark. He's totally hiding something. "Harry, is this person someone close to me?" He pauses and then nods slowly, looking carefully for my reaction. "Is it...my sister? Is it (Y/N)?" I ask, sighing as he nods, his mouth turning into a frown. "Sorry...it's awkward but I quite like her and..." he trails off and waits for my response. I set down my spoon and raise an eyebrow, knowing I can't possibly tell him not to date my sister. "Look, mate. If you fancy her then go for it, whatever. I know where you live," I tease, gesturing towards our shared flat. "Just don't mess with her, all right?"