Ashton: Your brothers' eyes are on Ashton from the moment you both step through the doorway, prompting you to roll yours. You knew they'd try to intimidate him, since that's what they'd done to every boy you'd brought home before. The blond simply smirks at their looks, though, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple. "Before you say anything, fellas, I'm an older brother too and I know exactly what you're thinking," Ashton says, grinning when your brothers chuckle. "Yeah, you're alright, mate. Come on in," one brother calls.
Calum: Calum's nothing but polite as he introduces himself to your grandparents, but you can see them slyly glancing at the tattoo, exposed from beneath his shirt, and the glinting metal of his lip ring. Your grandmother pinches his cheek and murmurs something you miss, but it makes Calum chuckle. She guides him towards the kitchen while your grandfather smirks at you. "Didn't know you liked your boys like that," he teases, laughing at your shocked face. "He seems very nice, my girl. Don't be so worried. Let's go before your grandmother steals him."
Luke: Your sister throws open the front door as soon as your fist drops, her eyes immediately scanning the nervous blond to your side. "Shit, he's hot," she giggles, ignoring your wide eyes and ushering you inside. Luke's cheeks are pink, deepening further when your mother makes a similar comment, though admittedly in more delicate terms. Your father shakes his hand firmly, visibly relaxing when Luke introduces himself politely. You kiss him on the cheek as you guide him outside, glad he's been so warmly welcomed, though you knew he would be.
Michael: "What colour's your normal hair?" Michael laughs at your young cousin, who's standing in his lap and running her fingers through the strands of his fading blue hair. "I'm a blond, sweetie, like you." She squeals excitedly, bouncing slightly. Your aunt laughs from across the room while your mother shakes her head. "Is it this easy to win over all the women in your family?" Michael whispers in your ear, prompting you to smack him in the shoulder. "I heard that, Michael," you mother calls, smiling slightly, "I don't know but you're doing a good job."
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