One Direction Preferences

#35 - He gives you the silent treatment

Niall: You stood awkwardly in front of Niall, and he stared blankly at the tele. What could you do to get him to talk to you?
He was mad at you, and giving him the silent treatment. He's never done this before, so you didn't really know how to react.
"Niall, talk to me!"
He doesn't answer.
"Fine." You stomp off towards the kitchen. As we all know, Niall loved food. If you made him some, he couldn't help but forgive you, right? Wrong.
You walked back into the living room where Niall was and waved the sandwich in his face, teasingly.
"Mmm, smells delicious." You closed your eyes and breathed in you creation. "And it's all for you." You say, smiling and setting the plate down on the table in front of him. He didn't react.
"Niall, I've ran out of tricks. Why won't you just talk to me?" You felt tears forming in your eyes.
Of course, he didn't answer.
You groaned loudly and then ran to your bedroom. Plopping on the bed, you let your tears all fall down.
Suddenly, Niall opens the door that you thought you locked.
"Go away." You mutter into a pillow.
"No. I'm sorry about the silent treatment thing... that was a bad idea, it was hurting me not talking to you," he speaks softly, taking your hand and gently pulling you up out of the clump of pillows and blankets.
"I'm sorry."
"Let's agree to never do that again.." You chuckled lightly and Niall nodded, leading you back to the living room where you spent the night watching movies.

Harry: "Harold. Harry. Haz. Hazza. Harry. Haaaarrrryyyy!" You say, poking your silent boyfriend in the cheek. He didn't react at all.
"C'mon, Haz, I know you can hear me!"
You toyed with his hair as he scrolled endlessly on his phone.
"Harry Edward Styles! Answer me!" You demanded, running out of ideas.
The only thing left you had to get his attention was taking his phone, so that's exactly what you did.
Snatching his phone right from his hand, you hid it under your bum.
"Y/N! Give me!" He says, trying to pick you up and get his beloved phone.
"Youuu talked to me!" You squealed, giving him back his possession. He blushed with a slight smirk on his face. "I couldn't take it any longer."
"I love you." You giggled, kissing his cheek and skipping off.

Louis: As you scribbled on a piece of notebook paper, you kept glancing up at Lou to see if he was paying any attention to you in the slightest bit. But, his eyes were fixed on the screen of your tv. He was playing a video game that you never played because you were simply awful at it.
'Lou bear..' You wrote on the paper largely before ripping it out of the notebook, crumpling it up, and tossing it at him lightly. Nothing happened.
'I love you! (:' This time you signed your name with a heart, folded it up neatly, and set it carefully on his lap.
Finally, he paused the game and read your notes. His face was as straight as a board whilst reading them and he then tossed them back at you. It really hurt your feelings.
"Well then," you grit your teeth and muttered under your breath.
Another paper, you took, a large piece that was colourful, you decorated it with colours and glitter and hearts. You wrote a little message, smiling to yourself. When your masterpiece was completed, you paused Louis' game and stood in front of the screen and opened up your hard work.
'I'm sorry' was written hugely across the paper, coated in glitter and sparkles, and some stickers here and there.
You stood there like an idiot with a giant, hopeful smile across your face.
You then turned it around and 'Forgive me? xx' was written on the back.
He smiled and nodded, engulfing you in a hug. Thank god he forgave you, you had zero ideas left.
"I forgive you."

Liam: All night, Liam has been ignoring you and you couldn't seem to figure out why. It was really bothering you. You were both at a party, and you were dancing and having fun with your friends, but Liam was no where to be found.
You searched every where for him, and when the party was finally over, you caught up with him.
The whole ride home was silent. You tried to lighten the mood by putting the radio on, and your's and Liam's song is on. You look at him excitedly, but he does nothing. You sigh and collapse in your hands. You were really worried. What did you do?
You're finally home, and Liam usually opens the door for you like a gentleman, but he just shut his door and walked inside without you. That really hurt.
You walk in the door and shiver, you were freezing. Liam glances at you and sees you shiver. He takes off his jacket and you reach out for it, expecting him to let you have it, but he just hung it up with the others.
"Liam, what is your problem?" You ask, taking your shoes off and following him upstairs. He just shakes his head. "What did I do, Li?" Your voice cracks.
"I saw you flirting with that guy, Y/N!" He shouts, getting in your face. You're taken aback, Liam never yelled at you.
Your memory struggles to think of any moment where you were talking to another guy, when suddenly you remember a man walking up to and making conversation.
He had noticed your band tee shirt and complimented you on it, he loved the band as you did.
"He was just trying to make a friend, maybe he was lonely at the party and didn't have anyone to talk to." You say while remaining calm.
"I promise you, I wasn't flirting with him and he wasn't flirting with me."
Liam takes a deep breath, and sits next to you on the bed.
"Sorry, I guess I just get a little too protective sometimes." He chucked, struggling to make eye contact with you.
"It's fine, Li. Now c'mon, I'm beat," you change into your pajamas.
You turn off the light. "Goodnight."
"Night."

Zayn: "No, he didn't!" Your friend gasps, smiling.
"Yes, yes he did!" You bang a hand on the table of the restaurant you're at with Zayn and your two friends.
"And then what did you do?" Your other friend asks, taking a sip of her tea.
"Well, at first I-"
"Can I get you ladies some more tea?" Your waiter asks, and you nod as he pours some into your glasses.
After you're all finished eating, you and Zayn drive back home.
"Hey, you wanna go see a movie?" You jump excitedly, but Zayn remains silent.
You're confused, but you brush it off until you're home.
"Zayn," you groan like a toddler. "Why won't you talk to meee?" You ask sluggishly. "Did I do something stupid? Yeah, Zayn if I blew it, just tell me what I did. Let's work through it." You giggled as you recited the lyrics to Nobody Compares.
You hear Zayn quietly hum the rest.
"Seriously. Tell me what's up."
He sighs. "You completely ignored me the whole time and I wanted to show you how it feels being ignored."
"I did ignore you, didn't I..."
"Yeah, and it hurt."
You hug him. "I'm sorry, Zayn. I got so caught up with my friends and.. I'm sorry."
"I forgive you, babe. Can we forget this ever happened?"
You nod, as you and Zayn both collapse on the couch and watch tv and play games until you both get tired and fall asleep.