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BSM: He puts you in time out

Niall: (age 3) You were hungry, and Niall was making dinner. But that wasnt enough, you had to get a snack in between, after all, you are a Horan! You skipped over to the cookie jar and went to grab one, but as soon as Niall turned around he was already telling you no. You huffed and stomped your foot. "I WANT COOKIE NOW!" You screamed, laying tummy on the floor, kicking your feet. Basically you were throwing a tantrum and Niall wasn't having it. He picked you up, muttering words that a child your age definitely wasn't allowed to hear. He set you down on the naughty step and you frowned and crossed your arms. He walked back to the kitchen, and every so often looked out the door to check on you. For you what had been around 2 hours had actually been 10 minutes and Niall came over. "I'm sorry Ni" you sighed, bowing your head down with shame. "For...?" He encouraged. "For being a naughty girl!" You sighed. He nodded and took you in his grasp, giving you what we call a Horan hug.

Harry: (age 2) "(Y/N), I said no, you have enough!" He whisper-yelled, trying not to make himself look like a fool, someone who wasn't even responsible enough to look after his own sister. Although you had other thoughts, obviously, and you began to throw a tantrum right there and then. "No more dollies, and timeout when you get home!" He sternly commands, the anger clearly seeping through his voice. You huffed, and place you chin on the palm of you hand, waiting for him to finish getting everything he needed and heading home. And you weren't looking forward to it. As soon as you got there, it was straight to the naughty chair, no second thoughts. He went to the kitchen, to unpack the things he had brought to make a snack for you two. He came back a few minutes later, where you showered him with kisses and apologies, promising to never do that to him again.

Liam: (age 4) You were usually a sensible child, so when you went into time out, it was usually really serious. He grabbed hold of your hand firmly, leading you to the stairs, in which the naughty step was. You frowned remembering what you did. Okay, so maybe writing on the wall wasn't the best idea, but hey? What goes on in your mind? He settled you down, and walked off without a word, pissed at what you done and still wondering how to take it off. For what seemed like years, Liam finally came back and kneeled down in front of you. "I'm sorry Li, I couldn't find the paper!" You sniffed, tears flying to your eyes, although you didn't want him to see you cry. He raises an eyebrow, wondering where the paper was for a moment. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and turning back to you. "Okay baby, now what to say to Li?" He smiled, mirroring your actions. "Sorry Li-Li!"

Zayn: (age 2) "FUCK!" you screamed, your crayon had broken and you'd heard Zayn and his mates say that when something bad happened. Zayn stared wide-eyed at you, while the others watched amusingly. You dropped the broken crayon, but as you were about to reach for another one, it was taken out of yours grasp when Zayn picked you up. You started giggling, not really knowing what was going on. He sat you down on the naughty bench. "Huh?" You muttered, confused as to why you were even here. Zayn kneeled in front of you, explaining that the word you had said was bad, and as he left you wondered why he said it. Being obedient, you stayed there until Zayn came back and when he did you apologised, and carried you back to where you previously were. "Zaynie? If I not allowed to say dat, why do you?" Oh brother.

Louis: (age 3) Louis decided to take you to the park for a fun day, and you happily obliged. When you got there you realised the sandbox was empty so you decided to stay there. You were killing two birds with one stone, he could see you and you were having fun. Out of nowhere, a boy comes up to you and starts kicking sand at you. "Please stop." You exclaim politely, you weren't going to get in trouble. But Louis didn't see the boy throw the sand and you fussed to a point where you grabbed his hair and started pulling on it "Do. Not. Kick. Sand. At. Me!" You angrily gritted. Louis came running over, picking you up and apologising to the boy's mother, which was caressing her little boys head. He marched you back home, and you were immediately set on the naughty step. You huffed and crossed your arms, truly mad at Louis for not paying attention to it all. When he came back, you explained what actually happened, and could see evidence in your blood red eyes. You hugged through it and he took you to wash the sand out.