One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#143. You fight and make up

You fight and make up.. 

Louis: “You can’t take anything seriously, Louis, and its going to break us” you shouted at him. You decided to bring up the fact that Louis makes a joke of your relationship and he did just that, made a joke about your feelings. You were fed up. As the words you said hit Louis, he looked defeated. “Well if you don’t like my personality then why the hell are we doing this?” he said. Now he was being serious, and you weren’t sure you should have said anything. “I like your personality, but you have to take serious things seriously. Life isn’t one big running joke” you said sternly. “Whatever, Y/N. You’re just nagging to hear your own voice” he said, turning from you. “Oh great, best way to end an argument is to insult someone and walk away. Kudos, you’re like a love whisperer” you said sarcastically. You walked to the bathroom and, instead of getting upset, you threw a magazine against the wall. “Dick” you said to yourself, kicking over a bottle of shampoo. It exploded all over the bathroom but you didn’t care. You took the toothbrush cup and flung it at the shower door. This was the only way you knew to get your anger out. By the end of your hissy fit, there was shampoo all over the walls and floor, a puddle of water on the ground, body wash all over the sink and even face wash on the tub. You slid your back down the wall, collecting the ruminants of your victims all over your shirt. You sat and cried for a few minutes before the door opened and Louis stepped in. He seemed to not even notice the mess as he leaned in and kissed you passionately. All your anger melted away and you stood to meet him. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in close. You lifted his shirt off him, only breaking the kiss for a second as the shirt passed between your lips. He took you and swung you, putting you up on the counter. You undid your pants and slid them off. You could feel the goop of the mess you made all over your legs and you were slippery because of it. Louis didn’t seem to mind, and had the mess on his back and sides. You two had the best sex you had ever had in that bathroom, and when you were finished, he pulled you in for a cuddle. “I feel good but disgusting” you said, literally scooping the product off your arm. Louis kissed your neck and recommended you shower together.

Niall: “Niall. Where did my slice of chocolate cake good?” you asked. You had been saving it for a treat after your birthday that weekend. You looked at Niall who’s eyes were shifting back and forth. “Seriously?” you asked. Niall nodded. “Niall! I was saving that!” you said, disappointed. “It’s just a piece of cake, Y/N, I’ll pick you up another one” Niall said, shrugging his shoulder. “Niall… It’s not that, you just can’t steal myself.” “I wasn’t stealing it.” He said. “…Yes you were. You took it without asking.” “It’s a piece of cake Y/N. Get over it.” You got frustrated fast. “It’s not about the cake! It’s the principal of the matter! Yesterday you used my Ipod dock without asking, two weeks ago I came home to you wearing my beanie. It’s just enough.” Niall looked furious. “Oh well soooorrrryyy” he said, “Sorry, didn’t know we were keeping score! I will make sure not to touch your stuff anymore. Oh, here, take this” he says, and he takes off a bracelet you made him when you first started dating. “You’re such an asshole!” you scream at him. He stands up to bring it to you and looks you in the eye. Suddenly, you’ve lost control of yourself. You put your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. Niall put his arms around your waist and pulled you in so there was almost no space between you. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around Niall’s hips. He unbuttoned your shirt and pulled it off, resting one hand on your back and the other on your chest. He walked you into the bedroom and pushed you on the bed. You were looking up at him as he smiled, pulling his shirt off. You unbuttoned his pants and you two spent the next hour making up for your fight. You two ended up cuddling. “I still want that cake” you whispered. Niall grunted, got up, threw on sweat pants and a t shirt and went to the bakery down the street.