One Direction Preferences

Preference #32: The Silent Treatment (His P.O.V)

(*Just letting you know that (Y/E/N) mean's your ex's name. It's just used in Louis preference, still I felt like that had to be cleared up real fast.)

Louis: Okay, at first, I really didn't mind it. She could do whatever she wanted. Now, I was freaking bored, and she wouldn't even glance at me. She was in the bathroom doing her makeup, and the door was open. Finally, I decided to get up and try and talk to her. I leaned agaist the fram of the bathroom door, and sighed loudly. She didn't even flinch. "(Y/N)...(Y/N)! Hey! Hello! Remember me? Your sweet, loving, caring, handsome boyfriend Louis Tomlinson?!" I yelled, but she just rolled her eyes and kept putting on mascara. "Babe, you can't be mad forever! Okay, maybe yelling at (Y/E/N) wasn't the best way to handle the situation, but it wasn't that bad!" I told her. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, no smile on her face, but I gave her half of one. "At least you know I care." She sighed then wrapped her arms around me. God I love her...

Niall: "How many times do I have to say sorry?!" I asked her, but she wouldn't look up from her book.  Yes, I ate the peanut butter brownies that she made for her parents coming over for dinner tonight, but could she honestly be mad at me for that?! They are...or, were, delicious! One does not simple have one of (Y/N)'s peanut butter brownies. She let out a sigh and kept reading her dumb book. "(Y/N), c'mon now, please talk to me." I begged, but she had her eyes glued to the screen. I knew there was only one way to make her talk to me. I ran to grab my guitar then sat back down. I played a few chords off the top of my head, then thought of a song to sing. None really fit with the situation, so I guess it was time to write one on the spot. "(Y/N), I know you're angry at me for eating your sweets, but hey, you can't hate me for loving your treats. At least you knew they were good, since I ate the whole pan, and hey, you should make more, yeah you should." I sang, and I could tell she was trying not to smile. Eventually she began to laugh and she told me I was crazy. "There's my beautiful princess' smile."

Liam: "Babe, please, we can just go out and buy another one, but I am so so SO sorry!"I cried, reffering to her favorite ring that I may have accidently dropped down the drain. I was just trying to move it over so it wouldn't get wet when I washed my hands, but...well, I'm not the most corrordinated person in the world, but it wasn't like I did it on purpose! (Y/N) wouldn't evem turn around to face me she was so angry. Not a single sound came from her. Wow she was angry. You could always tell (Y/N) was angry when she wouldn't even speak to you. I warpped my strong arms around her, and tightening up so she couldn't escape. She let out a sigh of frustration as she tried to get away, but I wasn't letting go. "(Y/N), you know I'm so so so so so sorry, please forgive me. I miss hearing your beautiful voice. I love you, and I am so sorry." I told her, and she finally stopped struggling. "Fine...besides, it's notlike you did it on purpose." She said, and I kissed her lightly on the cheek, happy to hear her voice again.

Harry: I heard the door slam upstairs and I knew I was in deep trouble. (Y/N) was silly to think I was checking out the waitress while we were out to dinner, but I mean, even if I was, she knows I love her. She was the only girl in my eyes tonight. Now she was pissed beyond belief. I hated it when she was mad at me. I knew what came along with it. The silent treatment. Every single time. Finally I got up off the couch and walked upstairs to our bedroom. Slowly, I opened the door up to see (Y/N) curled up on the bed under the covers. I crawled in next to her and traced shapes lightly on her arms. "(Y/N)...c'mon, you can't be mad at me this long. I know you don't want to." I told her. She looked back at me with tear stained eyes. "I just...was she prettier than me?" She asked. "No, not at all (Y/N). I wasn't even checking her out. Please, I love you. You are the prettiest girl in the world." I said, and before I knew it, she was snuggled up in my arms, where she belonged.

Zayn: "(Y/N) I don't think you understand how hard this is for me, I'm trying to stop!" I yelled at her turned back, then let out a sigh when there was no response. What was so wrong about it? It was one smoke, and that was my first one in a week. Did (Y/N) expect me to just quit? These things took time, and she did't seem to get that. "So that's it? You're never going to speak to me again?" I asked her, and she sighed, turning on her heels. Tears wetted her eyes, which were red and puffy. "Zayn...I just don't want this to take you away from me. I can't...I can't have another person taken away from my life." She told me, tears threatening to fall. I walked up to her and held her close. "I know...and I'm trying. I really am." I said. "I know...I-I love you Zayn." "I love you too (Y/N), more than you will ever know."