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~You give him the silent treatment~

Zayn:

"Boo, i'm home" Zayn called as he walked through the front door to the flat you shared. You just nodded your head in acknowledgement. Obviously Zayn had forgotten that you were still mad about the whole 'make a mess in the kitchen and don't clean it up' persuasion. Zayn walked over to you on the couch and leaned in for a kiss. You moved your head, making his lips connect to your cheek instead. "Okay? Don't know why your so mad..." Zayn narrowed his eyes and walked off into the kitchen, "Oh". You smile to yourself in satisfaction. "Y/N! Why didn't you clean the kitchen?" Zayn calls. You hear pots and pans being moved around and you roll your eyes, continuing to watch the TV. " Y\N?" Zayn tries again, popping his head into the room, "Oh I see...this is the silent treatment isn't it? All because I forgot the dishes...oh I see" Zayn smirks and disappeared back into the kitchen. Minutes late you hear water running and things being moved around. "Y/N, the dishwasher keeps make noises and hey, can I use this green stuff to wash the dishes?". Your eyes widen as you realize what 'green stuff' he's talking about. The 'green stuff' was the baby food Lou had left for Lux when the two of you had visited the other week. "Zayn! No! Just don't touch anything!!" You shout, getting up from your very comfortable position and into the kitchen hastily. "Hey, theres no green stuff?" You look around you, noticing he was just leaning against the sink smirking at you. "Hey! I got you talking, didn't I?" Zayn winked and you sigh, caving in. Zayn pulls you closer by your waist and kisses you softly. "Your mean" You grumble and cross your arms across your chest. "But you love me..." he chuckles.

Liam:

"I'll be at the studio all day, sorry love" Liam kisses your forehead and walks out once again. You let out a huff and lean back into the couch, letting it engulf you. You were so sick and tired of Liam spending all this time at the studio. And when he wasn't at the studio, he was with the boys, or out at the gym. Liam tries calling you multiple times throughout the day, but you ignore every call. You get up and start some light cleaning on the apartment, ignoring every text, call or voice message he leaves you. Eventually, he gets home, looking extremely worried. "Y/N, are you okay? You didn't answer my calls!". You turn your head away, beginning to vacuum the carpet, pretending you didn't hear him. You hear Liam shouting something over the sound before your vacuum stops working. You follow the cable's lead and see Liam has pulled it out. "Y/N, are you alright?" He repeats, putting his hands on your elbows and bending down to look at you. You avoid his eyes and shrug, turning away and plugging in the vacuum again. Liam drops his head sadly and walks off for a bit. After all the vacuuming is done you collapse back into the couch tiredly. You go to sleep, like every other night, with Liam by your side, but as much as he tried to, you didn't even acknowledge him. In the morning, you woke up and saw Liam wasn't there. You were expecting a little sticky note saying 'At the office' or, 'gone out with the boys', but nothing was there. You sit up and rub your head as Liam walks into the room, a tray in his hands. He sets the tray at the end of the bed and passes the plate to you. Written in bacon and what looked like pancake, were the words 'I'm Sorry'. You smile up at him and pull him closer for a kiss. "Dammit!" You curse to yourself, realizing you couldn't even stay angry at him. "It's because i'm so cute, isn't it?" Liam smirks.

Harry:

Harry had a habit of leaving his clothes strewn across the floor at random places. In the bedroom, in the kitchen. Everywhere! But he never picked up after himself, and that bothered you since you had grown to become quite the clean freak. After finally being fed up with all his clothes all over the place, you grab absolutely all of his clothes and dump them all over the stairs. When Harry comes home, he definitely isn't impressed. "Uh, Y/N...did we get robbed or something?!" He says jokingly, looking at the stairs in general. When you don't reply, he looks over at you worriedly. "Y/N? You okay?" He walks over to the kitchen where your wordlessly stirring the dinner over the stove. "Y/N?" He coos, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You move away from him, untangling yourself from his arms and pretending to grab salt from the cupboard. "I feel like i've done something wrong?...But obviously I have so, i'm going to just go upstairs" He backs off slowly. Wise. You hear someone rummaging around behind you but resist the urge to look at him. You wait and finish up the dinner. You admit you can't stay mad at him forever and go upstairs to tell him dinner is ready. But when you walk toward the stairs, you notice all the clothes have been moved. You slowly walk upstairs and into the bedroom where everything is so beautifully clean. You open one of the clothes draws to see absolutely every piece of clothing folded perfectly in the draws. "Pretty impressive, isn't it?" Harry smirks, walking out from the en suite and dusting off his hands. "How did you even know-" "Figured it out" He shrugs and closes the draw. "I'm sorry, Y/N" He mumbles and pulls you toward him. "You are forgiven!" You chuckle, still impressed of what he did. "Do I get a reward?" He winks. "Yes, dinner is downstairs" You smirk and walk off, leaving him confused.

Niall:

"So anyway, then I was like 'screw you! I'm Niall Horan!'" Niall laughs, thinking your actually amused in his story about him bashing up a paparazzi. You push your food around no your plate, nodding along but not saying a word. You were quite angry with Niall at how aggressive he got at paparazzi. Yeah, their a bit annoying, but i'm sure following celebrities around with cameras isn't on the golden list of things to do either. You were tired of nodding along and stood up, shoving your chair back and taking his plate to the kitchen. "You done?" You ask as you do, ignoring the response anyway. "Yeah, i'm sorry. I guess the swallowing slowed me down" He smirks but continues his story again. "Right well, Niall. As amusing as your stories may be, I don't really want to come home after a long day and hear you whining about being famous, okay?" You eventually snap and march out, straight up to your bedroom. A few minutes later there is rapid knocking at the door. "Y/N, QUICK! THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE!" Niall shouts through the door. You roll your eyes. He's obviously forgotten you can see right into the kitchen through the window in the bedroom. You cross your arms across your chest and start to watch the TV in there. "Y/N, i'm sorry....I know i'm boring with my stories and lately i've been really rude to the fans and public and stuff, but it's only because i love you. I just want people to get the idea that i'm angry when they flock me and they'd imagine how angry i'd be if any of them hurt you. I'm sorry, Y/N, please come talk to me...Here Comes Honey Boo Boo is on and I can't enjoy making fun of the girl without you". You can't help but smile at the last sentence. Your watching Honey Boo Boo as he said that. "Get in here, idiot" You throw a pillow at the door and Niall opens it. Noticing the TV show and grins, running over to the bed and cuddling up right next to you.

Louis:

Louis has always been the kind of bubbly, cheerful boyfriend around you. And sometimes, when you wanted a legitimate conversation, he couldn't be taken seriously. So on the one day that you wanted to have a serious talk with him, all he did was chatter and make jokes about things that happened at work. You were fed up by the time he'd finish picking apart one of the fans he'd met today. You'd been giving him the silent treatment for the past hour and he hadn't even noticed yet. You stand up, tossing the pillow you had on your lap, at him, and walking off toward the bedroom. You lay down across the bed, finally happy to have peace and silence. You put the pillow over your head, content to just sleep. But of course, knowing Louis, that was impossible. He jumped on the bed and sat by your side, moving the bed until you took the pillow away. "I know what your doing. Your giving me the silent treatment. And I don't like it" Louis smirks, lying down next you and cuddling up to your side. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N" He repeated over and over, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, Y/N." "Oh god, shut up!" You snap and roll over, placing your lips over his to shut him up. Upon pulling away Louis grins proudly. "Maybe I should be annoying more often" he winks.

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