One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Fights - Imagines

A/n: My family is fighting, so this came to mind.
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Harry:

"Can't you ever be serious?" You throw your head back with a groan. He smiles gently.
"Maybe." You look up at him.
"You know I'm mad, right?"
He sits down by you in the couch.
"I know, Hun, and I am sorry." He strokes your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers. He had forgotten your birthday, which wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the sake that he a few days ago told you he knew it was coming up.
"If you don't remember it that's one thing, but if you remember one day and have forgotten the next you need to understand I get a little pissed." He nods and bites his bottom lip.
"I know." A light goes up in his eyes. "I'll make it up to you."

Louis:

You close the door to the loud fight and turn to face your husband since two years in the dark. He smiles understanding, and wraps his arms around you in the big bedroom you two are sleeping in for the stay.
"I am so sorry..." You whisper. He hushes you and rocks you back and forth in his warm embrace.
You had gone to visit your family for a week. It was only the second night, and a huge argument was already taking place in the living room.
"They usually don't fight like this, it's just my uncle and...I'm so sorry." You repeat. Louis smiles at you, teeth glowing in the darkness.
"You can't pick family." He states, as you lay down on the bed to cuddle.
"Thank God that I can pick my love." You mumble.

Liam:

"Harry, what the hell, what is wrong with you?!" Liam shouts at his bandmate.
Harry had, fully by accident, pushed a twelve year old girl in a crowd, in a desperate try to cut loose from the screaming fans and photographers. Liam wouldn't let him hear the end of it since it hit the news, and when Harry finally arrived back to the hotel, he found Liam and you waiting for him. Liam to scold him, you to make sure he survived it.
"Liam. Calm down." You say from the corner of the big hotel room.
"Calm down? He pushed A LITTLE GIRL, and you want me to calm down?" He pulls his hand trough his hair and leaves the room. You look at Harry that looks down at the carpet.
"He doesn't mean it."

Zayn:

A few drinks, and you were ready to fight. Zayn had brought you to a favourite club of a friend of his, and unfortunately, you drank a bit over your limit. The bartender took a step to far, and your fist flew faster then the bullet through the barrel of a gun.
"Don't you EVER look at me like that again" you slur, referring to the young bartenders many looks at you chest, that wasn't even exposed.
Zayn takes your hand and pulls you out of there, while the bartender gets some ice.
"Sorry, love, but I don't want you to come out with a black eye."

Niall:

Loud voices reaches you before you even put the key in the key hole. Niall's Irish accent sending curses through the rooms of your home, getting quick replies with a hint of the same accent. Your teenage daughter was in trouble again and Niall was not happy one bit.
"No, you're not going anywhere with that boy, and that's final!"
"Ugh, why not?" Your daughter whines as you enter the kitchen where the two thirds of your family stands, stating each other down.
"Because I say so!"
"Because your father is overprotective, that's why." You comment as you put in the groceries. Cheerful laughter ring through the room, and Niall admits defeat, as long as she's he before dinner.

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A/n: The stupid thing is that I get these ideas so late I have to offer sleep to write them down properly.