one direction preferences / imagines

he makes you cry

Harry - "You've come home drunk every night since you've been home from tour!" you screamed, finally telling your boyfriend how you felt. He wasn't extremely drunk, just a bit tipsy. "It's not my fault that I feel like having some fun with the guys after tour!" Harry shouted back. "Harry, we haven't been together for six months and even when you're home you act like you don't want to be around me for more than five minutes!" you retort, throwing your arms in the air with frustration. "Oh my God (Y/N)! Stop being so dramatic, it's not like you're an important factor of my life or anything!" he yelled at you. You didn't say anything because what he just said struck a nerve. You stood in silence and Harry looked surprised that you hadn't said any smart comeback. Not wanting to let Harry see you cry, you tried to push past him, out of the apartment. "(Y/N)..." Harry trailed off, pulling you into his chest. You pushed away from him and looked him in the eyes while your own had tears welled in them. The second he saw your tears, his eyes widened. "Oh no. Baby, please. I didn't want to make you cry, please don't," Harry said, pulling you into his chest. You tried to cease your tears, but couldn't stop the sobs from escaping out of your throat. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it, I promise," Harry said quietly, pulling you to the couch so you could sit on his lap. "Am I asking too much?" you ask seriously, not wanting to be an annoying girlfriend. "No, baby of course not... I'm sorry for being such an asshole lately," Harry said, running his fingers through your hair gently. "It's okay," you reply, looking at the ground. Harry's fingers pulled your chin up and looked you in the eyes, "No it's not okay... I'll stay in tonight so we can spend time together," he said, throwing his car keys on the coffee table. "No, you can go out," you reply, biting your lower lip. "I've been out all week... I want to be with you tonight," Harry replied, kissing your neck softly. You smile and rest the side of your head against his forehead, "I love you," you say. Harry smiled and moved his head to look you in the eyes, "I love you too," he replied, kissing your cheek before cuddling you into his body tightly.

Liam - You and Liam hardly ever argued due to the fact that there was typically never anything to argue about. Ninety-nine percent of the tabloids always targeted Harry, so you never felt the need to worry about Liam. But this time, you did since there was a tabloid about him at a club with another girl, and you decided to confront him about it. Eventually, it turned into a screaming match between the two of you. "Why are you so territorial?! Don't you know that I would never do something like that?!" Liam shouts at you. Your eyes well with tears, "Liam, this is the first time throughout our entire relationship that something has been said about you! Everything is always about Harry! I know how (Y/BFF/N) feels now! Loosing trust in your boyfriend isn't the best feeling!" you yell back. "(Y/BFF/N) actually trusts Harry, though! That's the difference between the two of you; she actually has some common sense!" Liam retorted, silencing you. Liam didn't notice that you were about to cry until a tear fell down your cheek. "Oh (Y/N)... I didn't mean that. Oh my God, what's wrong with me?" Liam asked himself. You just stayed in place, wiping off your cheeks as Liam pulled you into his arms. "I don't deserve your love... I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean that, I was just upset, I promise," Liam said into your ear quietly. "I don't like arguing with you," you respond, drying your cheeks off with the sleeve of your sweater. "I don't like it either..." Liam trailed off, rocking your bodies back and forth with his arms wrapped around you. "Just know that I would never do anything like that to you. I will never hurt you as long as I live, (Y/N). You're too precious to ever have a frown on your face, or tears in your eyes," Liam said, kissing your temple before ceasing the rocking of your bodies. You just stared into his eyes and nodded, "I believe you... thank you," you say barely above a whisper before pressing your lips against his gently.

Louis - "Are you ever going to learn to just grow up?!" you shouted after having dinner with your parents and he'd said many sexual innuendos in front of them. "Oh God (Y/N), they didn't even understand what I was talking about!" Louis shouted back at you, slamming the front of your flat door shut. "I'm sure they did! Did you not see how uncomfortable they looked?!" you retorted with a roll of your eyes. "Why are you acting like this? It's not like I murdered our waiter in front of them or something!" Louis reasons, rolling his eyes. "That doesn't matter, Louis, they probably think that you're not good for me now," you reply. "Jesus (Y/N)! You're acting like such an uptight bitch right now, it's not even funny!" Louis shouted. Your entire body froze. Louis, your boyfriend of almost two years, called you a bitch. "Wow Louis," you said quietly, ducking your head as you tried to push past him so you could get to your bedroom. "(Y/N), wait..." Louis said, pulling you into his arms. When he saw that you were crying his heart dropped into his stomach. "Oh God... no. (Y/N), I didn't mean that," Louis says, wiping your cheeks with his fingertips gently. You shook your head to yourself, "Why would you call me that?" you ask through your tears. Louis shakes his head, ashamed of himself, "I don't know... I'm such an idiot. I apologize, (Y/N), I never meant to make you cry," he says, rubbing your back soothingly. "Just don't do it again, alright?" you reply, clearing your throat afterward. "I promise," Louis says, giving your forehead a peck as he continued to hold you in his arms.

Niall - "Why the fuck do you care, (Y/N)?!" Niall yells at you, throwing his arms up in frustration. The two of you had gotten home from dinner and you confronted Niall about the cheating rumors you had heard. "Why do I care? Because you're my boyfriend and I need to know if what people are saying is true or not!" you yelled back. "Holy hell, (Y/N). If I was really cheating on you, don't you think that you'd see some damn pictures or something?! Are you really that fucking idiotic?!" Niall yelled back at you, his eyes widening when he realized what he had just shouted at you. A tear immediately fell down your cheek and Niall shook his head, "Oh babe, I'm so sorry," he said, extending his arms and pulling you into his chest. You pushed him away from you and looked him in the eyes, "Why would you say something like that to me?" you asked barely above a whisper. Niall's mouth was open, but he said no words as he was trying to find the right ones. "I don't... I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I'm so sorry (Y/N). I know I don't deserve forgiveness; I don't even deserve you-" You cut Niall off by covering his mouth with your hand. "What you said was wrong," you begin. Niall nodded in agreement and moved your hand from his mouth. "But I know that you didn't mean it," you finish. Niall gave you an ear-to-ear grin before pulling you into his arms, "Oh thank you (Y/N)! I'm so, so, so, so sorry!" he shouts happily. You giggle and pull away from his Horan Hug, letting his fingers wipe away your leftover tears.

Zayn - "That girl was all over you, Zayn! How could I not be a little self-conscious?!" you scream back at your boyfriend. The two of you had been having a screaming contest for almost an hour over the same topic. "God dammit, (Y/N)! Why are you such a damn attention whore all of the time?! Telling me how insecure you are just to get some fucking compliments! That's so damn unattractive," Zayn yells back, silencing you immediately. He knew why you were self-conscious. He knew why you got jealous when girls were all over him. A tear slipped down your cheek before your thoughts could sort out. "Oh my God," you heard Zayn mutter. You bit your lower lip and shook your head at him before turning on your heel to get away from him. You walked no more than three steps before a grip on your wrist turned you to face him. "I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I'm so sorry (Y/N). I don't deserve a girl as amazing as you to put up with all of my bullshit, but you're here. And trust me, I couldn't be more grateful to have you in my life," Zayn said in a soft tone, wiping away every one of your tears. You took in a deep breath, "I'm not an attention whore, Zayn," you say with a shaking tone. "Oh baby, I know. I know why you're insecure and I should've thought about that before spouting my idiotic mouth off," Zayn replied, stroking his fingers through your hair gently. You gave him a small smile and Zayn kissed your temple gently, "I love you so much, (Y/N). Please don't ever forget that," he said while rubbing your back as you rested your head on his chest. "I won't," you reply, holding him against you tighter.