One Direction Preferences

#8 big fight

Harry: "Who is she?" You asked him as soon as he'd walked through the door, holding up the magazine in your hand. There was a picture on the cover of Harry and another girl, his hand wrapped around her waist, her lips on the corner of his mouth. "She's no one." He answered simply. He always made these things out like it was no big deal and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed your purse and swung the door open. "Well, when you figure out who she is then let me know." You belted at him, pulling the door closed loudly behind you.

Louis: "What's she doing here?" You asked Louis as you stepped into your apartment. His ex-girlfriend sat on your couch, drinking a cup of your tea, a grin spread on her face. You didn't allow him to answer before you spoke again. "Get out." You said sternly, pointing towards the door. "You can't kick me out. This is my place too." He responded. Your body heated as anger filled you up. "Get out! I don't want you here!" You screamed, forgetting the idea of him leaving for a moment and running to your room, slamming the door behind you and locking him out.

Niall: You'd had enough. The drinking was out of control. Niall was out nearly every night. Tonight he could barely stand, holding himself up against the wall as you yelled at him. "I so sick of this! I'm not supposed to have to take care of you every night! You need to be here for me!" You yelled at him. He said nothing but wrinkled his nose at you, stopping his ears with his fingers. Your eyes flared as he was ignoring you and you pushed him one time, hard enough for him to stumble back. "That's it Niall! I'm through." You said, walking to the bedroom to pack your things.

Liam: Arguing with Liam was always hard, as he never seemed to get mad but this time you'd pushed him close to the edge, nagging him too much. "What did I tell you about leaving the coffee maker on?" You asked him yet again, pressing the off button on the machine. He rolled his eyes. "I'm so tired of you nagging me all the time. Could you just give me a little credit for doing something right for once instead of telling me everything I'm doing wrong?" He groaned at you. "I just want you to do what I ask you to." You replied, your voice serious. He groaned again, turning towards the door. "Well maybe I'll do something right for once and just leave." He said, closing the door behind him, making you regret your words in an instant.

Zayn: It's never bothered you before that Zayn smokes but lately he's been doing it a little too often for your liking. Every chance he gets he's walking outside for a cigarette, bring the stench and bitter taste on his mouth back with him. One day he comes in, expecting a kiss from you but you turn your head. "What's your problem?" He asked, following you back to the bedroom. "Zayn, I need you to cut back on the smoking." You scolded him, trying your best to remain calm. You knew he'd explode. "Really? I can't believe you're doing this right now! You're the one person who I don't have down my ass about this!" He yelled at you. Before you could say anything he'd stormed out the door, slamming it hard behind him, the pain of loss aching you.