One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 56. You give him the silent treatment...

Niall- You sat on the couch with your arms crossed against your chest, staring straight ahead at the TV. The boys looking between you and Niall as he sat on the other end of the couch, eating a bag of crisps, staring at the TV also. The boys then looked at each other before looking back at you and Niall, eyebrows raised as you both kept your eyes glued to the TV.

"Aright, what the hell happened this time?" Louis asked, leaning forward to look at them.

You just shrugged as Niall got up and went back to the kitchen. "Why don't you ask the asshat in my kitchen?" she hissed, grumbling before getting up and going up to her room.

They blinked and watched you before looking over at Niall, who walked back in with a bowl of ice cream. "What did you do to get her pissed at you this badly dude?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Niall sighed and sat back down on the couch, placing the bowl in his lap. "She's mad at me because I forgot her birthday than we got into a fight about it and the worst part, we were in the kitchen. She was cooking and one of the pots boiled over," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. "She's been mad at me all week. The couch is starting to fucking kill my back and I can barely sleep at night because I feel fucking guilty as hell."

"Have you tried to make up for it?" Liam asked, leaning back in his seat.

"Yes. Many times, but each time, she just walks away without a word to me."

Zayn leaned over to him and took the bowl from him, ignoring his protests. "Go give her cuddles and apologize. She's locked in her room, she can't really escape if you have your arms wrapped around her," he said, talking a bit from the ice cream.

Niall groaned but nodded and headed up to your shared room, sighing softly as he got to the door. He slowly opened it and looked at your small figure laying on the bed with your back towards the door. Before you could turn over to see who it was, he was laying behind you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. To his surprise, you didn't push him away or yell at him, just slowly relaxed into his arms. He kissed your shoulder and sighed softly, resting his forehead on the back of your head. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I really am. I know I screwed up yet again. I've been stressed, I haven't spent time with you, and I'm always tired. I shouldn't have an excuse for forgetting your birthday, it was my own fault. But please talk to me baby, I miss your cute voice," he said softly, listening to your breathing.

He loosened his arms from around your waist and watched as you rolled over and placed your head on his chest. "You can sleep in here again," you mumbled, a hint of sleep in your voice.

He smiled and kissed your forehead as he pulled you closer, rubbing small circles on your lower back. "Night, baby."

"Night, NiNi."

Harry- You had been giving him the silent treatment for two weeks and he didn't know why. He tried to get you to talk but each time you just walked away or went to talk to one of the lads. He got tired of it and decided to ask you what was wrong before he went out with the lads again that night.

"Come on Y/n. Talk to me already," he said, watching as you stretched and stretched your arm. "Seriously, what is your problem?"

You just turned the TV off and stood up, moving to walk around him but he stood in front of you, keeping you from leaving.

"Would you speak already? You've been acting like this for two weeks now and it's getting annoying, Y/n. You're acting like a child!" he yelled, glaring down at you.

You huffed and pushed him away, walking passed him as you grabbed your car keys. "How bout this, I'll go out and you can stay in this house all by yourself? See how it feels like to be alone for hours while your boyfriend is out at a bar or something with his mates every damn day!" you yelled, slamming the door behind you as you walked down the steps of your front porch and to your car.