One Direction Preferences<3

#122 Fighting over nothing

Louis: "It's not that hard to put the remote back on the coffee table," you snapped at Louis, as you picked up the remote off the couch, where he'd left it the night before. "I ask you all the time to save it where it goes. We would never have to look for it if you did that." "It's not that hard to look around for a few seconds," Louis replied back, with a slight laugh as he did. That laughter only annoyed your further. It was just one of those days where every little thing was setting you off. "Fine, laugh, whatever. I don't know why I ask, it's not like you care." "I do care," Louis was quick to say, "You're just being insane. It's not a big deal." "It is to me!" you argued back, "I ask you to do it for a reason." Louis threw up his arms in defeat, "Fine, okay, next time I'll put it where it goes! Stop yelling over this!" You placed the remote down on the coffee table, and then just walked away from the room. If you had stayed longer, the fight only would have gotten worse.

Niall: For so long it had been complete silence between you and Niall, as you drove towards his parents house for dinner. You were both angry at each other over small things. He was mad you'd taken over an hour to get ready, making you both late for dinner, and you were mad that he'd tried to rush you the entire time, making you so nervous and it only made you slower. Finally, after a very long drive, you were the one to break the silence, "You know I would have been ready faster if you'd just shut up." "Oh right, it's my fault you were being ridiculous and had to change twenty times. It's just my parents, you didn't have to dress up." You didn't see how that was not a big deal. "They are my boyfriend's parents. Of course I wanted to look nice." "Well now we're late," Niall argued, "So who cares what you look like." You rolled your eyes, and looked at the window, "Whatever Niall."

Harry: "Do you realize most of this food is expired? Do you ever going shopping [Y/N]?" Harry asked, with an annoyed tone, as he dug through your fridge for something he'd like. You did not like the way he asked you that, and quickly snapped back at him, "Well I do have a lot to do you know. School, work, and a life also. I'm sorry I don't make sure you have food for the two days you're here out of the year." "What's that mean?" Harry questioned, while standing up and turning around to face you, "Yeah, I'm busy a lot of the year, so what?" "So you're not here," you replied, "And I don't worry about making sure things are all about you, when I'm the only one living here for so long." Harry had a reply right away, "It's still my house!" "Then go shopping for it! I shouldn't have to do everything!" "Fine, I will!" Harry shouted, even if he somehow saw where your anger was coming from.

Liam: "Where do you want to go eat?" Liam asked you, knowing neither of you felt like cooking. You'd spent the day painting a bedroom, and were both far too tired to do much more. "Wherever, I don't care," you replied, while changing out of your paint stained shirt. "Okay, I was thinking maybe that Chinese place down the road," he responded, leaning against the doorway of your bedroom as he did. You quickly made a face, "I don't really want Chinese." "You just said you didn't care," Liam reminded you. "I don't," you shrugged, "Just not there." "What about pasta?" You made another face, and Liam was beginning to get angry. "You said you don't care, but you don't want anything I say! Just tell me what you want!" "I don't know," you answered honestly, angry over his anger, "but I know what I don't want. Stop yelling at me!" "This is so stupid [Y/N]. Just pick somewhere, and we'll go." "I don't..." "Then we'll stay home," Liam responded, before walking away, leaving you upset.

Zayn: "I'm not watching that movie," Zayn told you, when he saw the DVD case you had grabbed for your movie night. You looked down at the case sadly, "But it's my favorite. You always pick the movie, for once I want to." "I always pick movies we both like," Zayn reminded you, "Not just any random movie to annoy you." "I didn't pick this to annoy you," you argued, offended that he thought that, "I just really like it, and didn't think you'd hate it that much." "I don't hate it, I'm just not watching it," Zayn explained to you, "You don't have to be so mad about that." You felt even angrier when he told you not to be mad, "You're being a jerk! I don't always like the movies you pick, you just assume I do." "I always ask!" Zayn quickly defended, "And you always say you like them! So don't lie, and we wouldn't watch something you hate." You wanted to argue back, but instead you just tossed the DVD in your hands down onto the couch, "Fine, enjoy your movie night alone. I don't feel like watching anything anymore."