One Direction Interracial Preferences/ Imagines

Silent Treatment

Louis: "Come on Y/N. It was a joke." Louis said. I haven't talked to him for 3 days. A few nights ago, He had replaced my moisturizer spray for my hair. In its place, put a can of spray paint and videotaped me. Now I have a faint patch of red paint in my hair. My hair wasn't like a white girls hair. It wouldn't just wash out and will be fine. My shit could be fucked up for all I know. I gave Louis a disgusted look and walked away. "I'll pay for you hair to get done?" He suggested. I turned back to him. "Better watch what you say or else you're gonna be paying a lot of money for my hair." I told him. Louis smiled. "I'll do it Ok? Just ignore me ever again. Alright?" He pleaded. "You don't own me. Let me go get a hat and spray on some perfume. Then we go to the hair store." Louis nodded.

Niall: This man is gonna be the death of me. Alright so last night I was on the phone with my friend, Derek. I was telling him about Nial and I was on speakerphone. I was home alone, or I thought I was, so I thought "no harm." Well Niall was home and he heard everything. I talked about how adorable to how dumb and stupid he could be at times. Niall was listening to only the part where I called him dumb and decided that he was gonna lock me outta the bedroom. It didn't really make me mad, just annoyed at him. So the morning after I asked him, "Are you mad at me?" Niall looked at me and scoffed. "You are acting like a little kid." I told him. Niall shrugged and went back to drinking his coffee. I squinted at him and walk out of the kitchen. If he was gonna ignore me, I was gonna ignore him. After a few hours, he walked up to me while I was writing a paper for one of my classes at college. "Hey." I didn't look over at him. "I know you can hear me. I wanna talk to you." He stated. After a few minutes is being ignored, Niall grabbed my laptop and ran off with it. I ran off after him. As I caught up to him and he looked back for a second then dropped the laptop. I heard a cracking noise and rushed to my laptop. My laptop was shattered. "I didn't even save. What the fuck!" I shouted. I turn my attention to Niall and raised my hand, "You busted my laptop!" Niall grabbed the hand and pleaded, "Baby I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me. It was just to get your attention." I rolled my eyes. "Oh you got my attention!" I used my free hand to swung on him. He grabbed that hand too, then Niall picked me up. "Stop squirming. I'll buy you a new one." He said. "I don't want a new one. I want my essay back Niall." I said as I struggled. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." He pouted. I clicked my teeth and said, "Along as you're not mad at me anymore." "That's fine but don't hit me. I'm gonna put you down now." I nodded as Niall set me down. After a moment I hit him upside the head. "Bitch...Ow." He groaned as he held his head.

Liam: *His POV* I can't believe she did that. She's fucked up for this. You know what, I'm gonna ignore her. I wouldn't acknowledge her. Yea that's what I'll do. Oh the front door is opening. Don't talk, don't talk. "Hi Liam." "Hey babe." I said back. Damn it. "What did you do today?" She asked. I furrowed my eye brows at her. "Why are you making that face?" She questioned. I huffed. "You look weird. Stop making that face. I'm going to go get a bowl of ice cream. You want some?" I didn't answer. "Your loss Liam." She got and went to the kitchen. When she got back, I eyed her ice cream. "If you want some, you're gonna have to come over." I sighed and got up. I sat down next to Y/N. She moved into my lap and said, "Are you mad that I posted that picture of you earlier." I nodded. "You look adorable." She cooed. "Ponytails in my hair doesn't look cute. I looked ugly." Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed my cheek. "You never look stupid. Ice Cream?" Y/N held up the bowl. I nodded, excited.

Harry: "Really? What the hell?" I questioned. Harry gave me a sorry look. "You know I don't like being called that." "Well you are my black queen." "Why should it matter if I'm black? I'm should just be your queen." I stated. "Well you're black and you're my girl so..." He said awkwardly. I huffed. "Don't be mad." I walked away from him. "I love you." He called. I scoffed. It was annoying when he said it in interviews and on social media. Like at first it was cute but now it was useless and strange. I ignored his pleas of me talking to him. I did until he started making sad faces and I really didn't like him sad so I said, "Fine. I guess I could look pass on you calling me a "black queen." But can you limit calling me that?" Harry smiled and hugged me.

Zayn: Yea, I'm in trouble. So what had happened was that Zayn was gonna pick me up from my classes today at college. While we were driving, well he was driving, I thought I saw an animal in the road and I wasn't about to let that happen so I grabbed the wheel and swerved is out of the way. Zayn started yelling at me and wasn't paying any attention and hit a parked car. A policeman popped out of nowhere (police have a habit of doing that type of shit) and gave Zayn a warning ticket. He was supposed to get arrested but since the policeman's daughter likes 1D, he just gave a ticket. That's not it. We had to go instead the building where the person who owned the car was. The person got extremely angry and demanded that we paid him for his damages to his car. He even threatened to sue Zayn. Zayn promised that he'll provide a check and we got outta there. Now Zayn isn't really talking to me. I know I deserve it but I'd rather have yell at me then him bottle up his feelings. I'm not gonna approach him. Well at least not today. I'll let him cool off and then I'll go talk to him. But for now, I guess I'm snuggling up with a pillow tonight!

A/N: Almost died this morning. My mom left this pot on the stove in my house and decided that she was gonna leave for two hours. I'm in my room and all of a sudden the smoke alarms just start beeping and going off. I just out of my bed and rush to go to my kitchen to find that entire area is smoke filled and smells awful. And the pot that she was cooking, looked like it was about to bust into flames. My head hurts a lot now. Officially never letting my mom cook in the house ever again.