One Direction Imagines and Preferences 2

Dealing With Stress ~ Louis Imagine.

@zaynshaz suggested this idea for an imagine which I will be doing for all of the boys, but with different scenarios, I hope you enjoy it :)

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"I'm not hungry," he huffed, having just come home from work.

"Your not hungry, or you just don't want it because your annoyed?" You asked.

Whenever Louis came home in a mood, he would always complain about little things such as where you have the remote for the TV and what to have for dinner.

"I just don't want it," He scoffed, pushing his plate away from him.

"What's gotten you in such a mood?" You asked, concerned as you sat down at the table with him.

"Nothing, why don't you leave me alone?" He said, dragging his words out.

"Why would I do that?" You said, pushing his plate back towards him slightly as he looked at you unamused.

"Because I need my space," he argued.

"You do, but if you wanted space you wouldn't be here talking to me, you would be upstairs away from me." You continued.

"Plus you wouldn't be complaining if it was nothing," you added.

"Whatever, I just don't want to talk about it." He sighed, frustrated.

"Alright, then what do you want to talk about? We can take your mind off of things," you suggested.

"I don't want to," he whined.

"Then go away if your going to sit and complain and not tell me the problem, go and whine to someone else because I'm only trying to help," you told him, frustrated.

"Oh, so you don't want me to complain? Well what about how my day was? Do you not want me to complain about that?" He exclaimed.

"Not particularly no, I wouldn't want to hear you complain, but I'd like to hear about your day and what's upsetting you because I'd like you to think you could come to me and find comfort in that. I'd like to hear you talk to me about your day and not complain about things that aren't worth complaining about," you snapped.

He stayed quiet, his arms crossing over each other as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes looking from you to his plate as he sighed, picking up his fork and beginning to eat his food.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to." You stated and he shook his head.

"What would you say if I said I did want to eat it?" He asked, quietly.

"I'd say that you wanted to eat it all along and you were just being a pain," you said, nonchalantly.

"I didn't realise I'd been that much of a pain," he muttered, quietly.

"I didn't think it could get any worse today," he said with a frown as he looked at his food, a concentrated look on his face as he focused his attention back to what had gotten him so worked up in the first place.

"It was management," he said, answering your silent question of what was wrong.

"What did they do?" You asked.

"They wanted me to do something that I didn't want to, so I said no. It took a bit of persuading but they've let it go now and apologised." He explained.

"Let what go? What happened?" You asked, inquisitively.

"They wanted me to break up with you, they wanted it for publicity and I refused and even though it's all been sorted out, it's still annoyed me. How could they expect me to do that?" He said, a look of hurt in his eyes.

"Louis, you didn't have to argue with them for me," you told him.

"I did if I wanted to keep you and I didn't want to let you go for anything," he retorted.

"No, but what if they had have threatened to kick you out of the band?" You continued.

"I don't think they would have done, it would've lost them money because less people would like us then. They're too selfish to consider other people." He sighed, taking hold of your hand from across the room.

"You know what I'm like, I would've argued both matters for as long as I could." He smiled and you laughed.

"But I love you and I didn't want to lose you and I also wouldn't want to lose you through me being a pain. I'm sorry," he apologised.

"You wouldn't lose me by being a pain, I love you too much for that." You reassured him, squeezing his hand gently as he lent over to give you a kiss.

"Good." He smiled, taking a deep breath in relief.

No matter how much of a pain he was, you loved him and that was the most important thing.

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How was this one?

Does anyone think my imagines are too short? Because sometimes I feel like they are.

Lauren<3