One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#101. You have a fight.

You have a fight

Harry: “I just want to hold your hand in public, Harry…is that too much to freaking ask for?” You asked as the two of you walked into your flat. He ignored you and walked deeper into the apartment. “Are you embarrassed of me or something?” You called out after him and he continued walking. “It’s true isn’t it?” You followed after him. You stood in the doorway as you watched him strip off his clothes. “Is it too much to hold my boyfriend’s hand when we’re out together?” He turned around to face you while in his underwear. “It’s not that, [Y/N].” He said ruffling his hair. “So what is it Harry?” You asked sadly. “I'm looking our for you okay…don’t you realize what the fans will say to you…about you once they find out you’re my girlfriend. I just don’t want you to go through that…not right now okay.” He said letting out a deep breath. “I don’t care what they do or say Harry.” “Well I do, [Y/N].” He said his voice slightly raising. “You don’t need to hold my hand to know that I'm your boyfriend.” He said still in his raised voice turning away from you. You gave him a sad nod even though he couldn’t see.

Liam: You grew angrier as he sat there, not saying anything back as you shouted at him. “So what, you’re not going to say anything?” You asked dropping your hands down to you waist. He let his eyes drift over to you and shrugged. “What do you want me to say [Y/N]?. Do you want me to yell back at you, huh? Is that what you want?” He voice raising with each question. “At least I'm getting something out of you if you’re shouting back. You just sit there and let me yell at you. What is wrong with you?” He shook his head and ran his hands over his hair. “Nothing is wrong with me, I'm just not going to spend the time yelling at a girl I'm in love with over something so stupid. I just can’t fight with you. What don’t you get [Y/N]?” He slowly rose out of his seat and headed for the front door. He never understood why you got so worked up whenever he wouldn’t argue back you.

Louis: Although you were used to Louis going out, you were growing tired of it…and you made sure to show that when he walked into your flat at 2 AM. You sighed from your spot on the couch as he sauntered into the room with a grin plastered on his face. “Lou…this has to stop.” He raised his eyebrow at you once spotting you on the couch. “What are you going on about?” “We’re having a baby, Louis. You can’t keep coming home at this time every night.” You said sitting up slowly. He rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes. “Sorry for wanting to have a bit of fun before I'm trapped in the house with you and a baby every day.” He said running his hands over his face. “Is that what you think, Lou? That you’re trapped. No ones keeping you here. You can go.” You said trying not to raise your voice. “Maybe I will just go. I don’t need all of this right now. I just wanted to have so fucking fun before everything came.” He said loudly. You stared at him wide eyed as he let out a angry yell. You stood slowly from the couch and headed toward your room. “I'm sorry [Y/N]…I didn’t mean it like that.” His voice trailed after you as you made it to your room.

Niall: He staggered into the flat laughing at nothing at all. You rolled your eyes as he made his way over to you, stumbling over landing on the couch beside you. “Look at my pretty little princess.” He said running his fingers slowly over your face. You swatted his hand away. “You’re drunk Niall…” You said slightly frustrated. “No I'm not, princess. I just had a couple of pints with the lads.” He said sending you a big smile. You rolled your eyes standing up from the couch. “Sure you did, Niall. Look I don’t have time to deal with you being drunk right now.” You said walking away from him. “You don’t have time to deal with anything involving me…”He slurred. “Niall go to bed.” You said sighing. “Nah screw this.” He said standing up and heading toward the door. “Where are you going?” “To be with someone who has time to deal with me.”

Zayn: “You said you’d stop.” You said picking up a cigarette box and tossing it at his chest. He let out a sigh and shoved the box into his front pocket. “Can we not do this right now?” He said taking his feet off the coffee table. “But you promised you’d stop…and you’re doing it again.” You said standing in front of him. He let his eyes fall onto you and let out another deep sigh. “For fucks sake, I smoked one cigarette. One. I was stressed out. So stop making a big deal out of it, [Y/N].” He said standing up his nose brushing against yours. “You could have talked to me about it.” You whispered and he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t want to talk to you. I would have if I wanted don’t you think.” He hissed stalking off toward the front door. “Zayn…wait…” You called out after him, but he didn’t turn around. You knew you shouldn’t have said anything…now he was upset at you and gone.