One Direction Preferences

#84: Silent Treatment

Harry:  It was never a good thing when you or Harry went to bed angry, that night it was you and Harry had to sleep on the couch. He came home from the studio in a very grumpy mood and commented on how the dishes had yet to be done. You were totally over his bad mood and decided just not to talk to him until you felt good and ready. You were half awake and cocooned in your fluffy duvet cover. Despite being annoyed with Harry, you were quite content... until you heard the door squeak open. "Y/N, are you awake?" Harry's husky morning voice asked. You blatantly ignored him and rolled over sleepily. "I'll take that as a kind of..." He chuckled and sat down at the edge of the bed, "Look, I'm sorry for being an ass last night... There was no excuse for the things I said, no matter how tired I was." You just laid there in fetal position, he was not getting off the hook that easily. "Oh, so this is how it's going to be? You're just going to ignore me?" He let out a chuckle, "I don't think so." His large hands creeped under the blankets and attacked your sides making you almost jump out of your skin. "HARRY!" You squealed, "THIS ISN'T- THIS ISN'T FAIR!" He finally stopped and just chuckled, "I got you to talk, that's all that matters."

Louis:  "Really, Y/N? You're not talking to me? I said I was sorry!" Louis whined at you as you ignored him and tidied up around your apartment. He followed you around for about a minute and when you got sick of it you pulled out the vacuum and let the loud noise drown him out. You were a bit angry with him because when you came back from a weekend away with your girlfriends, the apartment was trashed. To make matters worse, he left it for you to clean up while he went to rehearsal for an awards show. You were livid, to say the least. Next thing you knew the vacuum cleaner shut off and two strong arms wrapped around you're waist. "Talk to me or the Tickle Monster is coming." He whispered into your neck. He didn't even give you a chance to talk, he was already attacking your ribs. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't wiggle out of his strong grip. All you could do was give into him and topple over with giggles and squeals, "Louis! Looooooooooou!" was all you could spit out. "Do you accept my apology?" He asked still tickling you mercilessly. "I DO!" You cried, "I DO!" He finally stopped and let you go, you had to take a minute to catch your breath. "Babe, I'm really really sorry. That wasn't fair of me to make you come home to a trashed house and it was a dick move for me to leave you with my mess." He looked down at you with his blue eyes full of sorrow. You shook your head, "It's okay, just no more tickles." He smiled mischievously, "For now."

Niall:  He was in the dog house, he didn't call you when he went out with the boys after a show, leaving you worried and waiting for him to come home until 3 am. You woke up the next morning to an empty bed and the smell of bacon, he was trying to make it up to you. This wasn't the first time he had done this, he was not getting off that easily. You make your way down the hall and into the kitchen where a cheery Niall is singing Taylor Swift. He locks eyes with you and sings, "Everything will be alright, we'll just keep dancing like we're... twenty twooooooooooo!" You ignore him and open the cabinet to pull out a box of cereal, you weren't eating his hangover eggs and bacon. "Y/N!" He cried out, "This breakfast is an I'm sorry! Don't ruin it with cereal." You glare at him and open the fridge to grab the milk. You set everything down on the counter and start making your own breakfast. "Y/N! Don't you dare make that cereal... or I'll... I will..." He struggles to think of something to threaten you with, remembering that you're not scared of anything. You glare yet again as you dip the spoon in to take a bite. His eyes light up and he reaches over to tickle your underarms making you fall over laughing. Before you could get up, Niall was straddling you, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, and tickling you're underarms with the other. "N-N-NIALL! I FORGIVE YOU!" You squeal between giggles. He instantly stopped and kissed your lips, "Now come eat my special breakfast."

Liam:  He basically forgot your two year anniversary and he was in so much trouble. He didn't realize his mistake until you came home with a gift for him. You were furious. "Babe, I'm sorry..." He pleaded to you while you made pasta for dinner. You couldn't bring yourself to take to him since you knew you'd end up yelling; you did not have the energy for that. "I fucked up... Please let me make it up to you... Just let me hear your beautiful voice..." He snaked his arms around your hips and started to sway. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but he was just too strong. "At laaaaaaaast, my love has come aloooooong..." He sang sweetly into your ear, he knew that song gets you every time. But not this time. "Looks like I have to go to my last resort..." He sighed, "I really didn't want to do this to you... even if I do love it." He began kissing and blowing raspberries into the crook of your neck. "Noooooo! Liam" You squealed doubling over in his arms. "Say. You. Forgive. Me." He chanted between raspberries. You wiggled even more, "Nooooooo!" "You asked for it!" He started tickling your tummy too, "This could all be over if you just forgive me!" You were laughing so hard you could almost cry, "Okaaaaaay! I forgive you!" Liam immediately stopped, giving you mercy. "Do you still love me?" He whispered into your ear. "Ehhhh..." You shrugged. "Oh yeah?" He started tickling your belly once again until you screamed, "I LOVE YOU LIAM!"

Zayn:  Oh, the silent treatment. You hadn't pulled that on him since you two first started dating, so obviously this meant you were mad. He lashed out at you that morning before you went to work, he was home from tour and mad that you didn't take time off to be with him. When you got home that night, you refused to say a word to him. This killed Zayn. You sat up in your bed readying your book. "Darling, you can't go to bed angry." He said curling up beside you. You didn't dare look him in the eye, just knowing you'd melt into his hands. "I said I was sorry... I was being selfish... I shouldn't expect for the world to stop when I come home." He sighed. That's right. You thought to yourself but didn't bother to say it out loud. "So you're not going to say a word to me..." Zayn smirked and made his way into the bathroom, "I will make you talk... you wait and see." A few minutes later after the shower ran, Zayn came out in nothing but a towel, smelling of Old Spice and aftershave... he was good. Then to top it off he changed right in front of you into his PJs, he was really pulling out the big guns. "Still nothing? Well fine!" He lunged towards you and pinned you down, "You asked for it." His hands reached your hips and he attacked, he knew that tickles were your weakness. "ZAAAAAAYN! NOOOO!" You cried out through your giggles. "Do you forgive me?" He asked, continuing to attack. "YESSSSS! I LOVE YOU!" You squealed. He stopped and kissed you softly, "You better."