Tough Love

This was weird... Way to weird to comprehend what the he k was going on. So this is the boyband my sister obsesses over. Hm, interesting. They all looked snazzy, dressed in comfy clothes. One of them stood out to me most because of his light blonde hair compaired to thr rest of them. I could tell it was dyed because the roots looked chocolaty. His eyes were blue and very pretty, he was quite handsom. My eyes roamed to the rest of them... And to be completly honest... They were all handsom. What the hell is a famous boyband doing in our house, in our living room, talking to my father. One word stumbled in my head. Trouble. "What about dad?" My tone was rather stricked considering the fact that i'm wearing little makeup and my dressing attire is quite casual, with guest I didn't know we were having. By the stunned look on my sister face, I knew she wasn't expecting their appearance either.

"Its about your behavior." He sighed and took a seat on the large couch, patting beside it, beckoning to me sit beside him.

I groaned and continued to stand. Not this conversation again! Its always the same damn fight everyday and I never get a break from it! NEVER! Sure, I may be acting up lately... But not that bad. At least I'm not doing drugs right? "What about it? We have been through this-"

His hand snapped up silencing me "Delaney, we have been through this and I agree. But I do recall you promising me you'd try and change."

Change? So that's what he wants? Me to change? News flash dad... I'm not going to change for you or anyone "I didn't promise anything like that!" I denied.

"You said you'd make an effort." He quriked an eyebrow.

"If I recall... That's not making a promise. I'm sorry dad but you can't change who I am. This is me... So deal with it!" It came out harsher then I had meant and my dad flinched a little before sighing and standing up to slowly walk over to the five boys stabding awkwardly in the middle of the room. My sister still gawking at them.

"I understand that Delaney... That is why your going with Simon and the boys for a little bit." He explained, patting a hand on a boy with curly hair's shoulder. I barely heard him... The boy was staring at me with vibrant green orbs that seemed to slice through me. His full plump lips pressed in an awkward line, not knowing what to do. His hands shoved so deep in his pocket he could could all the dust bunnies floating in there. Then I realized we were both just staring at each other and reality crashed back down on me, nearly knocking the wind from my lungs.

"I'M WHAT?!" I screeched. Not caring if I sound like a little girl or not. This was outrageous and he has to be kidding! He can't be serious, he just can't!

"Simon is an old family friend and he says he's willing to help you-"

"Your making me sound that a mental patient!" I snapped. He always did this... Acted like I needed therapy or something.

"Your behavore needs to be fixed Delaney. Now go back your bags. The boys will be taking you home."

What. The. Hell?!

Notes

Hiya :3 I'm madi. Hope you liked it hahaha

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