One Direction Preferences

After a fight

Louis: "Pick up, pick up, pick up!" Louis groaned, clutching his phone to his ear tightly as he waited for you to answer your phone. He felt absolutely awful that he had made you cry when he was halfway across the world but he was determined to fix it. The fight was minor compared to all of your other fights but you've never had a fight where he wasn't there to hug you and wipe your tears away after it all happened. "What is it, Louis?" You asked when you finally answered the phone, trying to hide the fact that you were crying. "I need to apologize, baby. I really didn't mean those things. I was just in a rush this morning and I'm sorry I was an asshole to you." His words came out rushed but he wanted to say everything that he had been planning, since the fight, before security or management shooed him off the phone. "It's okay, Lou. It was a stupid fight anyways. Let's just forget about it. I hope you have a good interview later..."

Liam: His fist collided with the wall in frustration. He shouldn't have called you those awful names but they just slipped from his mouth in the heat of the moment. He didn't mean a single thing that he said, or yelled, but he knew that you'd never forget them now. All of his harsh comments caused you to lock yourself in the master bathroom. He knew that it would be easier to get you to forgive him rather than to have him forgive himself for being the person who made you cry. It broke his heart just seeing you crying but knowing that he was the person who caused your tears, shattered his heart. Slowly, he trudged up the stairs. "Baby," He said in a low voice as he knocked on the bathroom door. "Can you please let me in? I have to apologize for overreacting and being such a dick." When he heard nothing but you muffled sobs, he turned around and leaned back against the door, lowering himself down to the floor. "I hope you know that I love you, y/n. That will never change and I'll do anything I can to make you forgive me. Anything??."

Niall: He sat on the couch, in front of the tv, mindlessly flipping through channels. The fight that happened over an hour ago left Niall antsy and wanted nothing more than to make you forgive him and forget about the fight but he didn't want to be the person who admitted that they were wrong. Niall knew that he was wrong-he was jealous and overreacting-but that didn't make it alright to treat you the way he did. He groaned when he heard another sob echo from his bedroom so that he could hear you perfectly, making his heart break in two. "Y/n," He called out, loud enough for you to hear him as he climbed up the stairs, pushing the bedroom door open only to see you curled up in a mound of blankets. "Baby girl," He said, sitting on the corner of the bed and tugging the blanket off of you. He didn't expect to see that you had fallen asleep, cried yourself to sleep actually, and he moved to lay beside you. He vowed to sort all of this out in the morning, needing your forgiveness.

Zayn: Zayn didn't think he was overreacting, despite all of your claims that he was. You are his girlfriend and that idiotic man had absolutely no right to grope you like he had at the club. All he wanted to do was keep you safe but, now, you were out roaming the streets and he had absolutely no clue where you were or if you were even safe. Finally, he gave in to those thoughts of you being taken advantage of in some back alleyway and he grabbed his coat and keys, willing to do anything to find you and insure your safety. Ten minutes later, he let out a sigh of relief when he noticed you curled up on a park bench as the rain continued to pour down. He hopped out of the car and tugged his jacket off his shoulders, placing it over yours to shield you from the rain. "C'mon," He said leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Let's get you home and out of this awful rain."

Harry: The couch was an awful place to sleep. It was all lumpy and the living room was so cold during the night since he was so used to using your body as his blanket but now he was stuck with a scratchy one that only seemed to make him colder. He wanted to be upstairs cuddling with you but instead, here he was, wide awake and staring up at the ceiling in the dark. His seemed to involuntary lean forward as heard light footsteps coming towards him. His smiled when he saw you, knowing that you couldn't sleep well without him either. "Come," You said, connecting your hands together and tugging him off the couch. You both climbed up the stairs and climbed into bed together. "We'll talk in the morning." You sighed, curling your body next to his as he wrapped his arms around you. Moments later, Harry lowered his head to above your ear, whispering a quiet, "I'm sorry".