HE CALLS YOU A MEAN WORD AND THE BOYS MAKE HIM APOLOGIZE (OLDER)
Niall:
"Its not that big of a deal." you muttered, glaring at him. "Its not that big of a deal? You insulting my fans is not that big of a deal?!" His voice got louder and louder and you shrunk into the couch. Zayn was on your right and he slowly pulled you closer to him. "You insulted them for no reason! They have a reason to call you a bitch! You are a bitch for doing what you did!" Your throat tightened and tears formed in your eyes. You ripped yourself from Zayn’s arms and ran into your room. "Niall that was too far." Zayn said, scooting over as Niall plopped down beside of him. Niall sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know it was. And I wish I could take those words back, but she shouldn’t go around insulting our fans. She called that girl a cunt!" Zayn nodded and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I understand where you’re coming from. But maybe Y/N had a good reason. I know Y/N and I know she wouldn’t just randomly call someone that. And I also know she doesn’t take shit from anyone." Niall nodded and looked over at him. "That’s true." "You should go talk to her about this. And apologize. You really hurt her." Niall nodded again and stood up."Thanks mate." he muttered before heading off to your room.
Liam:
Louis was on your right and Liam was across from you two. You had just walked in late from a date with your boyfriend and Liam wasn’t taking it so well. “I thought I told you your curfew was at 10 Y/N.” he said, glaring at you. You gulped and looked down. Having Liam mad at you was probably one of the worst things in the world. “Liam i’m sorry. We were about to head back from the party but we got distracted.” He rolled his eyes and let out an emotionless laugh. “Yea that’s what you said for the other boyfriend you had two days ago! Whats with you Y/N?! You bring home a new boyfriend every week! You come home late every week! Whats wrong with you?!” He was shouting now and you were honestly scared. “Its nothing Liam. I just can’t find the right guy.” He laughed again. “Y/N you sound like a whore. Is that what you want to be remembered by?! The whore who couldn’t find the right guy?!” He started to say something else but he stopped. His face immediately changed from angry to guilty. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you slowly walked to your room. “What did I just do?” he whispered, slowly placing his face in his hands. Louis slowly walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. “God i’m such an idiot! She could be going through a really hard time right now and I was too caught up yelling at her to even sit down and try to help her!” “Then tell her that mate. Tell her how sorry you are. Be a great brother to her and help her with this.” Louis gave him a pat on the shoulder and stood up. “You need to go talk to her now. I’m gonna head home.” Liam looked over at him and nodded. “Thank you.” Louis nodded and got up to leave.
Louis:
"Please tell me you’re not wearing that?" Louis asked you, his nose turning up and a frown falling on his face."Yeah i’m wearing this whats the big deal?" Louis snorted and ignored Liam who was telling him to just let it go. "Whats the big deal? That dress looks like something a prostitute would wear." You rolled your eyes and glared at him. "I think I look okay!" you said, turning to leave. "No you look like a certified slut. You need to go change." You turned around and stared at him. "So i’m a "certified slut" for wearing a nice dress?" "That dress is far from nice." You stomped off to your room and slammed the door. "Louis.." Liam trailed off, staring over at him. "Liam don’t start. Did you see that dress?! There is no way in Hell she is leaving the house in that!" Liam sighed and slouched into the couch. "Yeah it was short but calling her a "certified slut" wasn’t necessary." "I didn’t call her a "certified slut" I said she looked like one." Liam gave him a look and he groaned. "I don’t care what she looked like. You need to go apologize." Louis stared at him for a moment before groaning and forcing himself off the couch. He started his walk up to your room, complaining the whole way.
Zayn:
"You’re being an asshole!" Zayn yelled at you, glaring at you from the other side of the room. You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. "Yea I know i’m an asshole. I’ve been told about 50 times today. Thanks for reminding me." You walked off to your room and he sighed. "Zayn give her a break" Harry muttered. "Shes going through a hard time right now and you calling her an asshole is not helping." "But shes really being one right now. Its so hard not to yell at her." Harry smiled slightly and put a hand on his shoulder. "I understand. But you need to apologize and talk to her about this. You calling her an asshole is probably making her feel worse." Zayn sighed and silently agreed. "I guess you’re right." he muttered before getting up and walking off to your room.
Harry:
"Y/N that was a stop sign!" Harry yelled. He was teaching you how to drive and it was horrible. "I’m sorry." you mumbled, gripping the steering wheel as more nerves flooded through your body. Niall started laughing from the backseat and you but your lip to keep from laughing yourself. Harry laughed slightly and shook his head. "God you’re an idiot sometimes Y/N." You stopped the car and turned your body towards him, frowning. "Excuse me?" A look of uncertainty filled his eyes and he stared at you. "I didn’t me-" you cut him off with a grunt. Niall popped his head in between the seats and glared at Harry. "Y/N is not an idiot. You need to apologize!" He glanced between both of your angry faces and gulped. You glanced over at Niall and both of you nearly laughed. Tricking Harry was the best thing in the world.
(This one is kinda like the one before but in this one you guys are older)
