axl slaps your face lightly, trying to wake you up. “come on, you’re gonna be late for school y/n.” he says tiredly. he was your older brother and he was more of a parent than your actual parents. he made you food, he bought you shoes, he helped you with your homework, he was basically your dad. your real dad, on the other hand, left you guys, and your mum just always worked; she was never home

you and axl shared a room and you were on the top bunk, so each morning he would climb up the ladder and try waking you up - which took ages, you were a deep sleeper