One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#44. He Insults You in a Fight. (Part 1)

Niall: You came home from a busy day of being harassed by One Direction fans. Niall was very irritable after having gotten no sleep the night before and working all day so he couldn’t catch up on that missed sleep. He was hungry and when you told him that you’d already eaten dinner, he frowned. ”Maybe the fans would like you better if you weren’t so fat from eating all the time!” He grumbled quietly. You gasped and stood up, ripping yourself away from him. “Y/N! Wait!” He called after you as the front door shut behind you. He chased you and  just as you reached your car he caught up, almost tackling you and accidentally shoving you against it. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to call you fat. You aren’t fat, you’re beautiful, Princess I’m just really tired and hungry.” He kissed all over your face and scooped you into his arms, carrying you back into the house. 

Liam: You’d been sick and so you were cranky. You were lounging around the house when Liam got home and just looked around at the mess that was everywhere. There were used tissues and clothes and blankets everywhere and empty food containers adorned the end of the sofa that you were on. “Y/N, why haven’t you cleaned anything up?” He picked up one of his shirts off a lamp and then looked down at you. “I’m sick, Li. I can’t exactly do much without risking puking on everything.” You hissed back at him, your head throbbing from a newly developed headache. “That’s just an excuse and you know it. I hate coming home to this mess that you’ve decided we should live in. You’re such a slob!” He shouts while shoving over a stack of magazines that you’d been flipping through earlier that day. “Now look who’s messy.” You replied and rolled over burying your face in the dark pillow and signaling that the fight was over.

Zayn: Drunk and jealous. A terrible combination. You’d been out with Zayn and a couple other people at a club all night and now when you got home, you were fuming. He’d been dancing with some other girl a few times that night and you were furious and giving him the silent treatment. “Really, Y/N? The silent treatment? What did I even do wrong?” He asked. You finally spoke up and said “You were dancing with that other girl! I saw you, Zayn, so don’t even try to deny it.” You rubbed at your eyes and looked down at your hand to see black eye makeup smeared all over it so probably all over your face too. You went to the bathroom and began wiping it off, but Zayn followed you, ready to continue to the fight. “I wasn’t dancing with anyone else! You’re drunk and you probably thought someone else was me.” He leaned against the doorway watching you remove all of your makeup. “I’m not stupid. I can tell my own boyfriend apart from a random guy. It was you and some slut grinding out there.” Your eyes glared at his reflection in the mirror and you walked past him to the bedroom. "You’re so ugly when you’re like this!" He shouted as you slammed the bedroom door in his face.

Louis: It had been months since you’d seen him. He was on tour with his oh-so-popular band. Louis Tomlinson is your brother’s best friend and normally he’d come over every day when he was home. Finally you walked down to the kitchen one morning to see Louis leaning against the countertop talking to your brother. “Long time no see, Tomlinson.” You started pulling things out of the cabinets to make breakfast but you were too short to reach something in one of the high cabinets. “You’re so short, Y/N.” Louis laughed but didn’t make a move to get it for you. You noticed your brother had left the room. “Can’t you just help me get it. Please?” Louis shook his head no. “You’re such an ass. I don’t know why my brother hangs out with you.” “Well, you’re a bitch and stupid.” “Stupid? How am I stupid? You and your idiot bandmates are the stupid ones!” He shoved me back against against the countertop, pinning my hips between his and the surface; he growled at me, his voice deep and admittedly quite sexy as he said, “You can call me an idiot, but don’t bring the lads into this.” 

Harry: It was always a bad time when you got a couple drinks in you and Harry wasn’t right by your side. You tended to flirt quite a bit with almost any guy that wasn’t accompanied by any girls. This particular night was one of them and a rather attractive guy was sitting a few feet away so you walked over and began flirting with him when you noticed Harry standing on the other side of the room watching you. You winked at him and continued flirting. The guy wasn’t reciprocating but you figured that maybe he was just shy. But then his girlfriend came over and she wasn’t very happy to find you leaning in close to him and giggling. She went straight into fight mode and slapped you and pulled your hair and punched, shoving you onto the floor. It took probably fifteen seconds before anyone else in the place moved to help you. Harry immediately came to your side and took you home. You stayed silent until you got into bed and then: “Why didn’t you help defend me? Or stop me from flirting with that guy.” “Babe, I know you and there’s really no stopping you once you get started on someone.” He chuckled. “But you saw his girlfriend coming over, right? Why didn’t you stop her?” Harry groaned. ”Maybe if you weren’t such a slut around other guys then that girl wouldn’t have punched you in the first place.” “I am not a slut!” You shoved him, trying to push him out of the bed and again and again. “Y/N! Y/N, stop it!” He rolled you over onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head, and pressing your body down into the mattress. “I’m not a slut, Harry.” You shoved your palms against his chest but to no avail. “You’re mine.” Harry murmured as he pressed a soft kiss against your skin.