Your boyfriend just got home from his tour and had horrible jetlag. He didn't want to do much and yelled a lot, which was understood, but it got to far sometimes. At the moment he sat at the table watching the soccer (football) game on the kitchen television.
"(Y/N), can you get my drink from the counter please?" he asks. "You get it. I just was far away from it as you." "JUST GET IT." He says, raising his voice. "Geez, calm down." you mutter, getting up to get the drink. You set it down it front of him.
"Happy now?" you grumble. Niall rolls his eyes and watches the game again. This gets you.
"Ok, that's it. Ever since you got home, you've treated me like crap. You've made me grab things for you that are right in front of you and yelled at me if I didn't. I've had it, Niall." All through this, Niall, stares at you in shock. You run up to your room and lock the door.
After a while, you hear the steps creaking and Niall sit down by the door. He knocks. "Babe, please come out. I'm sorry." He whispers. I wipe tears of your face and ignore him. "Please?" He asks again.You sniffle and hear Niall groan. "I'm sorry." He whispers.
You stand and open the door, cauing Niall to jump up. Those eyes.. You think. He smiles and hugs you. "I'm sorry." He says again. "I know, you've said it a thousand times now." You tease.
"I can't believe I treated you like that." He murmurs, hugging you tighter. "It's ok, Niall.'
The rest of the day, you just talked and chilled; no more yelling, more more arguing.
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