One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Zayn Imagine for @JessicaLevenson

“Zayn, turn the TV down,” I ordered my boyfriend as we both chilled in the living room. It was Saturday, and the both of us were off from work. Zayn was watching some show on television while I was trying to read.

“Why? It’s barely making any noise.”

“Just turn it down!”

“Fine,” he muttered, pressing the volume button on the remote. I scratched my head and sighed, flipping a page in my book. Subconsciously, I started to hum. The song went really well with my book and it helped me concentrate on what was going on in the scene.

Zayn coughed loudly, and I glared at him from under my eyelashes. “May I help you?” I asked sweetly.

“Yeah, do you mind not humming? I can barely hear the TV.”

“So turn it up,” I shrugged. “Why should I have to stop what I’m doing just so that you can be happy?”

Zayn laughed once, a sarcastic, you’ve-got-to-be-joking laugh. “Are you serious now? What the hell, Jess? You just told me to turn the volume down! Now you’re telling me to turn it up?”

I slammed my book closed and threw it onto my lap. “Stop making me seem like a bossy bitch, Zayn! Gosh!” I shouted, losing it completely.

“You are being a bossy bitch!”

I gasped loudly and stood up, stalking into the kitchen. I knew I was being a little bitchy. This always happened when I was on my period. I went from absolute bitch to sobbing baby to an enraged madman. I huffed loudly and crossed my arms. I wasn’t going to tell Zayn that I was on my period. He was being an ass to me. Why should I be the one to make excuses and apologize?

I wanted to take my mind off Zayn and my period and everything, so I started to make myself some soup. Right when I was about to start actually cooking the food, Zayn walked in.

“What are you making?”

“Soup,” I answered, not bothering to look at him.