One Direction Preferences

#51: You Argue Over The Tiniest Thing

Harry:

"What have you done to it?" You stare in disbelief as Harry offers you a bowl with chopped up kiwi fruit in it. He raises an eyebrow, clearly not sure whether to take you seriously or not, "You said you wanted some kiwi too... So there it is,". "You don't eat kiwi like this!" you look between the bowl in your hands and the spoon Harry was now offering you. "Stop being fussy," he rolls his eyes, settling down on the couch next to you, turning his attention back to the TV. You pout, eating your fruit, pulling a face as it reaches your mouth, "Ugh, it tastes weird like this,". "Well how the hell are you meant to eat a bloody kiwi then?" He frowns over at you, jaw tensing. "You cut off the top and then spoon it out!" you retaliate earnestly. The two of you stare at eachother in silence for a short while before Harry starts to chuckle, and you join in. "Fine," he surrenders, taking the bowl out of your hands, "More kiwi for me - go sort one out for yourself,". You lean over and kiss his cheek before heading to the kitchen, muttering jokingly, "You're just too posh,".

Louis:

"Ew ew ew stop! What are you doing?" Louis screeches, pulling the pint of milk out of your hands. You frown slightly, "What?". "You don't put milk in first!" he stares at you in disgust, "It's the last thing you put in a cup of tea,". You frown, hands resting on your hips, "Well that's how I've always done them,". He sticks his tongue out before opening the fridge to replace the milk, "Well you've always done it wrong then,". "Really?" you raise an eyebrow, "Well you've never complained about my cup of tea before so clearly it makes no difference!". "Well actually, now you mention it..." he trails off and your mouth drops open in shock. A smirk spreads across his face before he reaches out to pull you into a hug while you playfully hit him, and he whispers in your ear, "It's still a weird way to make a cup of tea."

Zayn:

"Ugh, I hate adverts," you moan, grabbing the remote to start flicking through the music channels till you find a decent song to listen to. After the best part of five minutes searching, Zayn groans, "Just leave it on one channel will you?". Your eyebrows knit together, "But the adverts are boring,". "Yeah," he replies sarcastically, "And while you're flicking through all the damn channels you end up missing all the decent songs!". "Do not," you mutter, defending yourself, but under Zayn's gaze you start laughing, "Ok, maybe,". Zayn slips his hand over yours, taking the remote from it and hiding it behind his back, then wrapping his arms round your shoulders, "And now you're just going to have to deal with the adverts,". You mock horror, "How will I ever manage it?", before you both burst into a fit of laughter.

Liam:

"Oh, my, god," Liam breathes, his eyes widening as he takes a step into the kitchen. You'd been baking all day, and in the process the kitchen and your attire had become anything but clean. "Hello love," you grin, walking towards him to give him a kiss, but he takes a step back as you approach him in your messy state. "Really? How could you get it in this much of a state? You know the boys are coming round this evening,". You roll your eyes, moving back over to the counter where you were mixing cake batter. "It's a bit of flour, stop overreacting,". "Yeah," he laughs sarcastically, "And cake mixture and our entire pantry everywhere!". You blush slightly, "I might've had a bit of an accident with the blender - calm down, i'll clean it up when I've got this in the oven,". He sighs, letting out a long breath before he smiles slightly, "Sorry. I guess i'm just stressed out and -". "You're in a grumpy guts mood?" you smile, moving over to him, and this time he leans forward to kiss you. As you pull apart you start laughing at the sight of flour hand prints on his black top.

Niall:

"Why bother asking my opinion if you're just going to ignore it anyway?" Niall snaps, leaning back into the dressing room chair, "What's the point?". You scoff, "Sorry for wanting another opinion,". "Yeah, but then you ignore that other opinion anyway," he points out, and you shrug. "Well next time I won't bother shall I?" you question sarcastically, "Wouldn't want to be putting you out or anything" you point out sarcastically. You briskly shut the dressing room curtain, and start changing back into your clothes, ignoring the pile of dresses you still hadn't tried on, no longer in the mood. You open the curtain carrying the clothes, and don't even glance at Niall as you walk past. Once you've hung up the rejected clothes Niall catches your hand, pulling you back to him as he lays his hands on your hips, "I think you'd make a bin bag look good," he grins, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss, instantly forgetting your little argument, getting lost in the kiss.

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