One Direction Preferences

110. First Fight (Part 1)

Liam: It had been a long day of paparazzi and screaming fangirls and you and your boyfriend were as tired as someone could be. That was the price of dating Liam Payne of One Direction but you wouldn't trade him for the world. He was the sweetest to you and never failed to make you feel like one in a million. You lazily threw your car keys as you walked inside of your flat, hearing them clank as they missed the usual spot and landed on the floor. You didn't care though, you just flopped down on the couch. "Ouch! Dammit!" You heard from the door way. "(Y/N) what have I told you about leaving your stuff in the floor? I swear your just like a damn kid sometimes." Liam spat, tossing your keys at you. You caught them, luckily, but looked at your boyfriend rather puzzled. "You're the one to talk." The words left your month before you could think. Now Liam wasn't the fighting type but you both had had a long day. "What's that suppose to mean?" He questioned but you didn't answer. He scoffed and nodded. "You know, I'm not forcing you to be with me." Liam's voice dripped of anger as you stood, car keys in hand. "You're right." Was all you said before walking out of the door.

Harry: You could tell he was angry. But it didn't stop you. You sat there, arms crossed and staring out the window. Ignoring him, he hated that. "Are you really doing this right now? Ignoring me. (Y/N)? She means nothing to me." Harry and you had been at a small party at one of his friends house. It was mainly for business but one of the girls there seemed to think different. She was hitting on him, playing with his hair, giggling constantly. It never bothered you before. But she took it a bit too far when she kissed him and the worst part was? Harry kissed her back. "You kissed him, right in front of me!" You shouted at him, letting all of your anger out. "What was I suppose to do? It happened all of the sudden. I wasn't thinking. I-I-I'm sorry, okay?" Harry's voice started in a shout but ended in a whisper. You didn't say anything after that, you just continued to stare out the window. He slept on the couch that night.

 

Louis: "Babe! Babe, woah, slow down." Louis yelled after you as he franticly followed you up the stairs. It had been a long day, you were mad and Lou's sassy comments weren't helping. "I'm not talking to you Louis!" You said as you slammed the door right in his face. "I don't know what the hell I did!" He shouted through the door. "Maybe Lou, just maybe you should think before you open your mouth!" You pound at the door, hoping he'd go away as tears started to stream down your face. You didn't come out of the bedroom until the next morning.

Zayn: Zayn looked like he haden't slept in days as he sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples with his index and middle finger. You felt bad because in these times, you never knew exactly what to do. But you smiled to yourself as you walked over to him, sitting and straddling his lap. He looked up at you with confused eyes as you placed a kiss to his forehead. "What are you doing?" He asked and you shrugged. "Trying to make you feel better, babe." You gave him another small kiss on the cheek. "Well stop." Zayn gently but quite quickly moved you off of him. "Stop?" You asked, now you were the confused one. "Yeah, stop. It's highly annoying. I don't need you to make me feel better." Zayn stood at his last words and you had to fight to hold back tears. Those words, they hurt. "Zayn.." You whispered quietly, so quiet you were surprised when he heard you. "What?!" He snapped, his head whipping around to stare at you. "You know what? I can't even look at you right now. I'll be back later." Zayn shook his head as he left your shared flat. Leaving you to sit and wonder what exactly just went down.

Niall: Niall was drunk yet again. It had been like this constantly for the past few days. And hey, you love the boy. But when he is drunk, he can be a bit...different. Niall stumbled over to your from the dance floor, slurring words and uttering curses. "(Y/N), babe." He said slowly, holding his hand out to you. You were tired and you really didn't have time for this, you didn't even want to come out tonight. But you did, for him. "Come on, come and dance with me." He sang and laughed out. You shook your head. "No thanks, babe." You said simply but he gripped your hand and pulled on you until you stood up. "Niall, really, I don't want to dance." You said sternly. "Please, please don't be like this tonight. Just one." He wined and you arched an eyebrow. "Be like what Niall?" You spat, clearly mad. "You know, so, so, so, lame and not fun." He poked your cheek and laughed. This only fueled you. "Lame and not fun?" You questioned. "I'm sorry I don't want to go out and party all hours everyday of the week. I'm sorry I'm tired. What the hell do you want from me Niall?!" You finished, taking your hand from his grip and crossing your arms. "Certainly not this. Goddamn it (Y/N) I'm having a good time, don't ruin it for me." And that was it, you found your eyes stinging with tears as you shook your head at him. "Fine." And with that, you were gone.