Liam: He let out a groan after going in to press his lips to your cheek only to have you move away, “Babe…” He whined flopping down beside you on the couch, “Still not going to talk to me huh?” He mumbled and the corners of his lips turned down, “I said I was sorry though.” He shot his fingers through his hair slowly. You looked over at him from the corner of your eye taking in the frown on his lips. “Alright then…I’ll leave you alone then if you’re still upset, [Y/N].” He sighed as he inched up on the couch only to have you take a hold of his hand and interlacing your fingers to stop him from getting up. “Don’t leave.” You mumbled biting down on the inside of your cheek.
Harry: He leaned against the counter watching you slam the cupboard closed after pulling out a glass, “Oh c’mon babe I was kidding.” He pushed off the counter and closed the space between you two, wrapping his arms around your middle, “I was only playing around.” He dropped his chin to your shoulder holding you tightly against his chest. He pressed his lips to your cheek; letting them trail down until they met your jaw and he bit down on it gently, “Talk to me.” He mumbled against your skin, “No more of this silent thing you’ve got going on alright…I don’t like it.” He turned you around to face him and lifted your arms to circle his neck, “I really don’t like it.” He whispered pouting.
Niall: “Do you know mommy why she isn’t speaking to me little man?” He asked glancing up at you as he helped build the lego castle. Caleb looked up between the two of you and shrugged his shoulders, “I think mommy’s mad…are you mad mommy?” He asked with furrowed brows and you let out a sigh shaking your head. “No I'm not mad Cal. Now c’mon go wash your hands so you can eat.” You shot him a smile as he quickly hopped up and darted toward the bathroom. “So if you’re not mad why aren’t you talking t me?” Niall asked dropping the lego pieces in his hand and standing up in front of you waiting for a response but in the end not getting one. “Alright…well you can’t hold out all day. Caleb’s gonna help me and I know you can’t turn him down.” He smiled, leaning in and quickly pressing his lips to the corner of yours.
Louis: He walked his fingers up your thigh slowly with his eyes focused on your face, “I wonder how long you can keep this up.” He muttered walking his fingers higher until they slipped up the ends of your shorts with a smirk. “What can I do t get you t talk?” He asked with a raised brow as a small gasp fell from your lips once his fingers pressed into your inner thigh. “Were you going t say something?” He asked quietly as he leaned in closer so his lips were pressed against your ear and his fingers trailed higher until they met your underwear, “You think if I touch you I can get you t speak? I mean you might not say much but my name…but it’s a start yeah.” He whispered taking your earlobe between his teeth.
Zayn: He trailed behind you with knitted brows, “Is there a reason why you’re not speaking to me?” He asked following you into the bathroom and watched as you began to brush your teeth. “[Y/N]? Did I do something?” He bit down on the corner of his lip and you caught sight of him through the mirror, confusion easily noted on his face. You quickly finished brushing your teeth and went to leave the bathroom, brushing your shoulder against his in the process. “Seriously?” He questioned with a raised brow grabbing a hold of your elbow to stop you from walking any further, “Whatever it is m’sorry yeah. Just stop and talk to me. How else am I supposed to fix this if you won’t even tell me what I did?”
