Niall: "What the hell, Niall?" frustrated groan leaves your parted lips as his grip tightens around your wrists, banning both of your arms from moving either a little. "Just shut up", he hisses yet again, the warmth of his body getting along with the harsh expression his entire face contained. When another word is ready to slip away, he pushes himself further, feeling the burning pleasure of your body underneath him. It's a moment of pleasure when he presses his lips against your own, no evidence of rage left on your face.
Zayn: Bitter words are spoken, evidences of your rather cute relationship kept in hostage behind the harshness of his glare. There's a vein popping out on his neck, fists cold and tightened, force strong enough to make his knuckles turn white. Yet another frustrated groan leaves your parted lips in the lack of words you have in mind, your entire body rushing towards the door. Your action is stopped instantly, his arm pressing above your head, holding the door pressed firmly to its position, no force big enough to open them. "Where do you think you're going?" he kind of smirks down, his free arm instantly placing on your back in attempt holding you on the place. "Just shut up already", he groans before he finally shuts you up by himself.
Louis: Chuckle vibrating through his chest makes the entire thing you were desperately fighting about almost silly, miserable as that. There's no trace of anger in the way he looks at you, nothing to compare to the look your face contains. "No need for fight, baby", he coos and it takes you by surprise, only makes you wanna scream at him for saying that. "Just shut up", you finally manage to say, groan slipping from your lips. "Oh, I'll shut you up", he kind of smiles to himself before doing what he promised.
Liam: "Please, just-" he pleads. "I don't want to hear any of that", you assure him, both of your arms crossing over your chest in defence. "But let me-" "No", you cut him off instantly. Lack of your attention is something that drieves him crazy, makes him mad as he wants to tell you his sincere apology. "Okay, fine", he groans before his legs manage to make a slow swing, just like he's turning around and when you finally think he's giving up, he's right there in front of you, holding your face steady inside of his hands. You're his now.y
Harry: He's right and he knows it. He's winning and he knows it. But you're hurt and you're just about to leave and that's the thing he just can't let happen. Even though he's so close to his glorious victory, both of his hands are thrown in the air, head tilted back a bit as he gives up. "Wait!" he calls after you, the warmth of his fingers encircling around your wrist as he pulls you back in, harsh kiss instantly pressed to your lips. It hurts him to surrender, but seeing you leave will hurt him even more and that's why he stops the fight at the right beginning and leads you to the bedroom.
