One Direction Preferences

Fighting With Niall

I know it's his birthday and all, but I made this before his birthday and never posted it so....

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Fighting With Niall

"I really don't get why you have to be so light hearted all the time," you grumbled as you carried on folding yours and Niall's clothes.

"Wow," Niall let out a sarcastic laugh as he dramatically rolled his eyes before going back to flipping through endless channels of dull, boring shows.

"Niall, I'm serious," you spoke up before your hands fell into your lap as you turned to look at a bored looking Niall.

"I know," Niall nodded, his knee bouncing in place as he reclined on your couch.

"Look, there's a time to be funny and there's a time to be serious," you tilted your head at Niall, who obviously appeared to be amused by your concerned words.

"Babe, is it so wrong to not want to talk about money?" Niall finally turned his head to stare at you.

"Of course not but you know how much I hate it when you take serious matters in a joking manner," you stated, your fists finding your hips as you continued on looking at Niall's tired features.

"Oh, gosh! A husband that tries to keep your marriage happy? How do you do it, Y/N?" Niall sighed, as his eyes rolled back and his hands went to his forehead in feigned despair.

"Niall, you know that's not what I mean!" You voiced, your features growing hard at Niall's actions.

"I know we have bills to pay and I promise on our marriage that I take care of them. Okay?" Niall finally breathed out, his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You have to see where I'm coming from, Niall," you lowered your voice as you took in the frustrated features of your husband. It wasn't as if you had wanted to cause him so much trouble but you were usually the one to pay bills before Niall took it upon himself to point out you had made a minor mistake with the accounts you had been paying with.

"Yeah, sure. I'm going to bed, now. You want me to leave it on?" Niall sighed as he stood from the couch as he looked down at you, his arm outstretched with the remote in hand. You were going to go further into the discussion but his exhausted features made you let it go.

"No, you can turn it off," you almost whispered as you broke eye contact with your husband before the television was suddenly silent.

"Night," Niall mumbled as he paused next to you to kiss your head before making his way to your shared bedroom.