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Fighting over nothing Part 2

Louis: Once you cooled off, you realized how ridiculous your fight with Louis had been. It didn't take that long to find the remote, as much as it annoyed you to have to search for it each and every day. "I'm sorry I freaked out," you sighed, as you stepped back into the living room, where Louis was sitting watching TV. He had known better to follow you earlier. He knew the best option was to wait and talk to you once you were calm enough to listen. He smiled at you, "It's okay. I'm sorry too. I'll try to remember from now on, I promise. It's just easy for me to just leave it wherever." You nodded you head, understanding him now, "I know, but just try. It's annoying for me to have to search everyday. It's a little thing, but I hate having to repeat it over and over again." Louis placed down the remote, exactly where it goes, and then stood up to walk over to you, "I promise, I'll try."

Niall: "Sorry, we're late." You apologized right away, the moment you stepped into Niall's parents' home. As mad as you were over Niall not understanding your need to change as much as you had, you did feel bad for making his parents wait for the two of you. His mom shook her head though, as soon as you said that, "Don't worry, you two were not that late. I know traffic can be bad at this time. The food is just about ready now. Oh, and [Y/N], you look so beautiful." While his mom had been speaking, Niall saw the way your smile grew when she mentioned how you looked, and it actually caused him to smile as well. "She should, she only changed 20 times for tonight," he commented, causing you to look down embarrassed.  "I just wanted to look nice." Niall's parents both smiled understandingly. Of course you'd be nervous to go over to your boyfriend's parents' home, and want to impress them. "Of course. You don't have to worry though. We like you [Y/N]. Dressed up or not, we can see you're really good for our son."

Harry: After your stupid fight with Harry, you went right to your bedroom, and slammed the door behind you. You wanted to get your mind off of the entire thing, so you quickly turned on your laptop. You were still fuming, when Harry stepped into the room a few minutes later, and saw you on your computer. "Can we talk?" "What Harry," you asked, without looking away from your computer screen. "I'm sorry," he started, "You're right. I'm not here that often, and for the most part it's just you. You should not have to make things perfect for me, on the two days I'm here. Which, by the way, I am home more than two days." Still angry, but slowly getting over it, you laughed at that, "Okay, five days." "Fine, five," Harry agreed, even if that was not close to the real amount either. You finally looked away from your screen, and at him, when a thought came to you, "Why don't we go shopping together? That could be a new thing we do whenever you get home. That way you'll get what you want, and I don't have to worry about it." Harry didn't need to think long to agree, "That sounds great."

Liam: You were so upset over Liam's reaction to your comments about where to eat. You had been completely honest with him. You knew what you did not want, but didn't have one specific thing you did want. If he'd just named a few more places, you would have come to an agreement sooner than later. Standing there upset was not going to make things better though, and you were really hungry, and ready to go somewhere. So pushing your anger aside, you went to find Liam, and sighed as you walked up to him, "I think we should just go to a restaurant with a lot to choose from. There are places with burgers, pizza, even pasta if that's what you really want. We should go to one of those. That way I won't have to pick what I want right away." You were afraid that Liam was too upset to even listen to you, but he had quickly let it go, and actually laughed at what you just said, "You really can't make up your mind, can you?" Knowing he wasn't mad, the last of your anger went away as well, "Food is just too good to decide what I want right away."

Zayn: "What movies to do you dislike?" Zayn questioned, when he stepped into the kitchen, where you were sitting at the table. You rolled your eyes, "The fight is over Zayn. I'm over it." You did not feel like continuing on with this conversation, that felt like it would just keep going in circles. You both thought you were right, and neither of you would budge. Zayn surprised you with his next, calm, words though, "No, I want to know so we don't watch them anymore. Our movie nights should be for both of us each week. We can watch movies only one of us likes on our own. Together, we should both enjoy it." You could see where he was coming from, but you'd given in for so long, it just seemed normal, "But I don't mind watching your favorites. It makes me happy to see you enjoying a movie so much, even if I hate it." Refusing to turn this into back into a fight, Zayn decided to just trust what you were saying, "Why don't we try. We'll watch your movie tonight, and just see how much you enjoying it makes me hate it less." You wanted to smile, but couldn't, "Are you sure?" Zayn nodded, "Yes, I am. Let's go watch your movie."