One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Stress

"Causes" I read off the notecard I had scribbled on in red ink. I looked up and focused on the wall as I thought of the answer
"Stock Market Crash of October 29,1929. Keeping up with the Jonses, Buisness Cycle, the rest of the world was in a depression, overinflation, and the banks were failing" you remembered with a smile, flipping the card over to see that you were right
"You sound like some weird tribal doing some spell" Niall called from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you continued to study for your midterm exams this week. You had history and pre calculus two days from now, of course the two hardest ones. You decided to start studying now for both
"The hell" you murmured to yourself, looking at the math work you now had to study in front of you
"Ln(2)-ln/2loge5" you thought aloud
"This fucking teacher. Teaches us jack shit" you groaned, desperately trying to figure out the problem. You decided to move on, only to get stuck again
"Well fuck me" you said to yourself, resting your head against the math book. The bathroom door squeaked open, and out came Niall in just his black boxers
"Did the spell go wrong?" He joked, chuckling to himself as he walked over to the closet. He threw a pair of sweatpants on, watching you closely as you tried to do the problem again

"I can't fucking do this" you moaned tiredly, scribbling out your work
"Babe, why don't you take a break" he suggested, walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the side right next to where you were laid on the ground
"I can't Niall. I have to do good on these or I can't graduate" you told.
"Y/N/N, you can just study math tomorrow. I'm sure it'll be fine-"
"Not all of us can be as lucky as you Niall" you looked up to him, giving him a glare
"Not all of us have a talent where we don't have to finish school, and we can just have a job that's the best thing in the world. You're job is literally no work"
"No work?" He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at you. You turned back to your work, deciding to ignore him once again
"So you're saying all the countless nights up writing songs isn't work? Recording songs? Touring the world? Making fans happy? That's not work?" He stood up from his seated position on the bed, suddenly towering over you. You stood up as well with a huff, turning to face him
"Pretty easy work if you ask me" I talked back. He crossed his arms over his chest, giving me a glare. His face started to turn a shade of red, and I could tell he was real mad.
"So, all those songs I wrote for you? Meant nothing?" He spit at me. I placed my hands on my hips, giving him a look
"I never said that-"
"You implied it" he growled, once calm blue eyes not even five minutes ago were now a stormy blue.
"All those hours I spend at the studio, you think I'm doing nothing? You know I would much rather be here with you, spending time with you" he replied. You knew you were wrong then and there, and you tried to find the words to say for a few moments; your jaw open slightly and eyes wide. However Niall didn't wait, he gave you a final glance before giving out a loud huff, storming out of the room and down the stairs.

You stood still for a moment, trying to remember even how this all occurred. You took your anger out on him, all that stress built up inside you and you said things you didn't mean at all. You placed your head in your hands, letting out a whimper as you bit your lip trying not to let tears escape your eyes
"I'm sorry" you whispered, looking at your bedside table where a picture of you two sat. You both were sat on a swing, and you both were leaned over so that your lips just touched.
This was just a small bump. You have been together for 2 years and 2 months. You need to go apologize now though if you want to maintain this U breakable bond you both had. You silently walked down the stairs, biting your nail as a reaction of your nervousness. You walked to the basement, knowing he would be there. You got to the top of the basement stairs and heard the electric guitar sounding throughout the house, and you smiled to yourself. He was great at what he did for a living. You knew what you said wasn't true right when it came out of your mouth. You walked down the stairs and turned right, coming to the soundproof room with all his instruments placed inside. The door to the room was open, which is why you could hear the guitar. He probably stormed in and forgot to close it. His back was towards you, his fingers skillfully sliding against the strings as he played the tune to Irresistible. Why on the electric guitar? He always seemed to pick up the bright blue one when mad, the loud sound seeming to overrule his anger. I walked to the door, listening to the song that he wrote for me a year ago.

I closed my eyes and silently sang along in my head, until he suddenly stopped. He sniffed and placed the guitar next to him, and I opened my eyes to see his head in his hands
"Why'd you stop?" You whispered. Niall's head popped up but never turned around, looking towards his line of guitars
"My girlfriend thinks my job is effortless. So why should I even continue it?" Your eyes went wide as you bit down on your lip harshly, however that couldn't help the tears from falling this time. You slowly walked over to him, standing to the side of him and wiping your eyes the best you could. You took a deep breath, which was hard due to your sobs, and Niall raised his head to look up at you. His face instantly dropped once he realized you were crying, and you could tell he had tried not to cry earlier too.
"What you do, is so important to so many people out there" you started off, looking down at your hands
"If anything, you have the one of the most important jobs anyone could ever have" you sniffed, more tears welling up in your eyes as you sobbed loudly
"And I couldn't be more prouder of you" you cried out. Niall instantly stood up, taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly. You hugged him back, feeling his face nuzzle into the crook of your neck
"I'm so sorry. So sorry" you whimpered, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He rubbed your back soothingly, trying to get you to calm down.
"I should be sorry too. I know you're really stressed with exams and everything. I should help you study maybe? Or do something to help you, make it easier for you" you sniffed again, pulling your head away but still keeping your arms around his neck and his around your waist
"Stop being so nice to me, I was just the biggest bitch to you" you started to cry again, and he bit his lip to hide his smile as he placed your head against his shoulder once again, slowly rocking you back and forth together.
"Really love, it's okay. I know you respect me and my job. And you're so wonderful for putting up with it. All the paps, the drama and rumors, me being away all the time" he explained
"I do,I do. And I love you and I'm sorry" you hugged him tighter, squishing his body into yours. He now chuckled against you, hugging you back equally
"I love you too. So much, it hurts almost as much as this hug" you giggled softly as you let go of him, looking into his eyes which were now the cerlaun blue that you adored. The look he gave you to show you that he truly did love you and care for you. He reached his thumb up to wipe away your tears that were running down your cheeks.
"Can you play me something?" You asked, sitting down in the bean bag chair across from him
"What about studying?" He questioned, placing his blue guitar back to get the beautiful brown acoustic one off the rack
"I'm gonna listen to you and study for math tomorrow. And spend sometime with my man" you smiled. He grinned back, wrapping the guitar around him and tuning it to the right sound
"Suggestions?" He asked
"Play a tune and I have to guess the song!" And that's how the rest of the afternoon went; chilled, and somehow the two of you falling even more in love.