One Direction Preferences

57. You try to leave during an argument.

Niall:    It doesn’t matter if you say something or not. He’s so in his own yelling and doesn’t pay attention on you. But you’re not better than him by doing the same since 20 min. The whole situation is hopeless and you have enough of screaming. “You know what? If you can’t deal with it, I’ll go.”, you scream to finally end this senseless thing. Of course you’re not willing to leave him forever. But this argument has gone too far. “Great!”, he slams the door of your bedroom and all what’s left is silence. You take your bag, not really sure what this means now. Was it the end? Fear rushes through your veins. That’s not what you’ve expected and what you want. Nevertheless you open the door, still insisting on your decision. There he was, sitting on the floor, his head down. “You don’t have to.”, he whispers and looks up to you. It’s impossible to go without paying attention on him. So you sit next to him and lay your head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to.” Softly, he kisses your hair and takes your hand. Just to make clear, that you two belong together, no matter what happens.

Louis:    You just sit there, listen to what he yells. It doesn’t interest you, because it’s pointless. How he tries to make a drama out of nothing. “Did you hear me?”, he asks, finally the first question you want to answer. “No. No, Louis, because I don’t want to listen.” He looks at you with disbelieve and starts again with explaining how annoying this is. How annoying you are, when he’s trying to speak about something important with you. “Stop it! I’m sitting here, listen to all the rubbish you are talking and not saying a word. But don’t you dare to say to me that you can’t talk with me about important things. I always try to bring them up. If you don’t notice, then think about it while I’m away.” Realising your words, his hand grabbed your wrist before you could get out of the room, begging you to stay. “No, please. I’m sorry. I haven’t thought about what I’ve said. Just-” It’s that something in his eyes, you know that it sounds more than stupid, but this look makes you forget all the problems. All you want is just a nice evening with him and without fighting over unnecessary things. “Shh. Let’s just forget this.”, you say, kissing him, hugging him, only to get rid of the distance between you two.

Harry:   “You don’t know how I feel. I can’t deal with it.”, you yell at him, trying to make him speak. It’s always the same when you fight. He says it’s your fault, you try to defend yourself, he leaves you alone with your thoughts, you yell them at him and he acts like it’s not his business. “Harry! Don’t you want to say something?” It’s hopeless. You began to cry not knowing what you could do to get a reaction of him. But he still sits there unmoving, his way to show you that he’s angry. “Fine.” This is too much. You stand up, get your shoes on and pick up your jacket. A last time you try to speak with him: “So, I go.” - No reaction. It’s not that you’ve expected something. You turn around and grab the keys, the anger now replaced by sadness. As you turned the door handle, he finally spoke. “Don’t. Please stay.” You stop in your movement. “Why?” It’s a whisper, but you know that he hears it; he stands behind you. “Because you want to. And I want to. We can work this out together. I promise. But stay.” His hand now on top of yours. You turn around, look him right in the eyes and it’s clear that you wont go.

Liam:     You can’t remember the reason why you two are fighting. It’s not a loud fight, nobody yells, but words can hurt more than anything else. You escalate all with getting personal. He tries to defend himself, but could not resist to get personal, too. The anger comes up and so you find yourself saying “I should go. Maybe all will be easier for you.” As soon as the door is closed, the tears went down your face. This is too much to handle. You two had never an argument like this and you begin to regret every single word. Just as you’re out of the appartment, you realise that you forgot your jacket, but going back wasn’t an option. So you sit down on the stairs, waiting for nothing. “Isn’t it cold outside?”, his voice appears behind you. “Maybe.” Sure, you want to tell him that you’re sorry and that this whole fighting thing is nonsense, but you’re too stubborn. Although it’s cold, you only stand up, not making a move to get in. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have come so far.” You begin to cry. Not knowing what’s going on with you, you run in Liam’s arms, where he holds you till all gets better.

Zayn:   "That’s not the point. You don’t understand me." The tears went down your face. You and Zayn fighting over little things. Not really important, but both of you can’t stop. "Then explain. But I guess, you can’t, right? It’s always the same. Always my fault." You can see the anger in his eyes and it’s clear that nobody could win this. Instead of trying to convince him that you’re right, you go in your bedroom, packing some clothes. "What are you doing?", he asks after following you. "I’m packing, Zayn.", you try to sound strong, but your voice showed him your feelings. One look in the mirror and you see, that he feels the same. "But why? We can work this out. Don’t go, please." Him, beggin you to stay, makes you weak. You don’t want to leave, even if it’s only for a night. But you have to. "It’s only one night. Just to think about it without the emotions." You close your bag and turn around, but there is Zayn standing at the door. "Could you please let me go?" "No, I can’t. Listen, (Y/N), just…please. We can talk, you know. Or we can say nothing, but leaving isn’t an option. That won’t help and-" You can’t be quiet, if you see him like this. "Zayn. Zayn! It’s okay. I stay. It was dumb to think leaving would help. I’m so sorry." Just a few seconds later, your bag lands in the edge of the room and you find yourself in an intense kiss.