One Direction Preferences

#8 He's mad at you

Harry: You both sat on the opposite of the couch. It’s been like this for thirty minutes. He hadn’t said a word. These last five minutes, you couldn’t help but just stare at him, hoping he would say something. Hoping he would say that he loves you. But he didn’t say anything. He was staring at the TV, emotionless. And this was one of those moments you actually had no clue what to do. Did he want you to leave him alone? Did he want you to beg him for forgiveness? Did he want you to say sorry again and again and again? You didn’t know… It felt so frustrating. So you let out a sigh and you stood up from the couch. ‘I’m sorry, Haz…’ You quietly said. ‘I’m sorry I disappointed you. But I can’t take it back. I’ll make myself ready so you can go to the bedroom. I’ll sleep on the couch… I hope it gives you time to think.’ And after saying that, you moved yourself to the bathroom. You couldn’t help but slip a few tears while preparing yourself for the night. When you entered the living room again, he was gone. So that meant sleeping on the couch. You took a couple of soft sheets out of the closet and were ready to drape them over the couch, when you felt two warm hands, grabbing your waist softly. ‘You’re not going to sleep on the couch…’ His low voice whispered in your hair. He placed his hand on your lower back and led you to the bedroom. You crawled into the bed you shared with Harry. He pulled you into his chest. ‘I love you… Now sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow.’ You couldn’t help but tighten your grip around his chest. That was one of those things that you loved about him: even when he’s mad, even when he’s furious, he still cared if you were ok or not. And he would push every angry feeling away, just to make sure you were fine.

Louis: ‘Y/N, I asked you for one damn thing! Is it so hard to do just one thing for me?’ He yelled at you. ‘Louis, I already said I’m sorry, I forg-,’. ‘Yeah… of course… You forgot. Like you are so busy all day!’ He said while grabbing his coat. ‘I’m going. Don’t expect me back today.’ And with that he slammed the front door shot. You stood there, frozen to the ground. You felt so stupid. A week ago he asked you to pick up his sister on Sunday (today) from the airport. He wasn’t able to do it because of work in the studio. But today, you just totally forgot. His sister had called you multiple times, but your phone was dead. You only noticed you forgot when Louis came home with a furious look on his face. And that was where he started yelling. And you couldn’t blame him. You would be mad as well. But you felt awful about it. It was like he said, he asked you one thing… And now he was gone and you felt so empty. And you couldn’t hide the fear you felt thinking he maybe wouldn’t come back. Tears were silently rolling down your cheeks when you moved yourself to the bedroom, into the bed you and Louis shared. You laid yourself down on his side of the bed and it didn’t take long before your tears brought you to sleep. You woke up by the movement of the bed and when you opened your eyes, you kind of jumped to see Louis sit next to you, almost immediately making a shushing sound to relax you. ‘Would it be okay if I take my place again?’ He whispered softly. You looked at the time and you were confused seeing it was only 10 pm. He left at 6. You moved to your side again, to make room  for him. But before you could turn your back on him, just to give him his space, he pulled you close to him. ‘I thought I wouldn’t see you again today.’ You whispered into his chest. He sighed and tightened his grip on you. ‘Yeah… Well… I missed you… And I didn’t know how I left you. So I wanted to come back.’ He paused for a while. ‘I’m sorry for making you cry…’. ‘I’m sorry for forgetting what you asked me to do. I really don’t know how I didn’t remember it.’ Your voice broke with the apologizing words. ‘It’s okay baby. Stop crying… please. Everything’s okay. I forgive you. It’s okay.’ And with those words the worrying made room  for your tiredness again and you felt yourself slipping away in his arms.

Niall: He was giving you the silent treatment while driving home from a party. ‘Niall… Please… It really wasn’t what you think it was! I told those boys to stop but they didn’t.’ You tried but he just didn’t reply. He kept driving. Eyes focused on the road. ‘I don’t get why you didn’t saw me trying to push them away. I really did try. But when there are three lads trying to fucking touch you it kind of gets hard, being a girl and,-‘. Before you could finish what you were saying, Niall stood on his break, stopping the car in the middle of the road. He turned himself to you in an abrupt way and stared angry in your eyes. ‘You didn’t want it? They touched you and you didn’t want it?’ He asked furiously, practically yelling. ‘Niall…’ You started trying to calm him down but he interrupted you immediately. ‘No, Y/N. Say it to me load and clear. Did they touch you although you were telling them you didn’t want them to?!’ And when you nodded he started the car again and made a huge turn, making the car head back to the party. ‘What are you doing?’ You asked confused. He didn’t answer again… You only saw him calling someone on his phone. Suddenly you heard Harry’s voice in the car. ‘Are you guys still there?’ Niall practically shouted. ‘Uhm… Yes?! What’s wrong?’ Harry sounded confused as well. ‘There are three boys over there. One blond with a red sweater, and two brown haired boys with a blue vest and a brown shirt. They were bothering Y/N. I’m there in a couple of minutes.’ He said. You were staring at him with open mouth. ‘Get it Niall. We’ll look for them.’ Harry said before he hung up. You rolled your eyes looking outside. ‘You guys are impossible sometimes…’ You said, knowing there wasn’t any chance of changing Nialls mind. ‘They have to know they can’t touch you when you don’t want to. I’m not letting them run away with that. You are mine.’

Zayn: ‘Get out…’ He said after a heated argument in the car. You were standing at a traffic light. ‘What?’ You asked confused. ‘GET OUT Y/N!’ He yelled and you basically immediately unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. The moment the light turned green he speeded away and you stood there, alone and totally unaware of what just had happened. Like it could not get any more worse, you felt raindrops touching your skin. You had to do something. It only started to rain harder and harder. You left your phone in the car. You weren’t able to call anyone. The only chance you had was walking to the closest bus station and take a bus somewhere. Your clothes started to get soaked and you were freezing your ass off.  When you reached the bus station you sat yourself down on the small bench, waiting for a bus, you couldn’t care less where it would take you. You just wanted to be out of this rain. But instead of a bus, a very familiar car stopped in front of you. Zayn stepped out of the car and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door and waiting for you to step in. ‘Please… Don’t be stubborn. You’re going to get sick.’ He said when you didn’t move. You murmured something like ‘You don’t even care.’ You were surprised when he stepped closer to you and grabbed your waist, slightly pushing you into the direction of the car. ‘I do care. And I very well know that it doesn’t look like I care right now. And I’m so sorry for that. But please Y/N, get in the car and let me take you home.’ And by the tone in his voice you knew he had realized he made a mistake. And you didn’t had a clue why he reacted this way. He was the last person on earth to let you by yourself on the streets in the pouring rain. You stepped in and you heard his sigh of relieve when he shot the door behind you. A couple of minutes later you were driving home in silence, until he started speaking. ‘I don’t know what overcame me. The moment I drove away I already regretted it. And when I turned back, you were gone. And I was so worried. I’ve never… ever… in my whole life, felt so guilty of something other than that moment. I am so… so sorry for putting you in danger like that.’ You nodded slowly staring outside, not really knowing what to say. You could feel him waiting. Waiting for you to speak. But you couldn’t find anything to say. ‘Please talk to me… Shout, scream, yell, cry. I don’t care. Just do something because this is literally killing me.’ He whispered looking at the road, reaching for your hand. And you let him grab it. And when he squeezed, you squeezed back. ‘Just don’t…’ You started softly. ‘Just don’t do it again…’. ‘Never. Absolutely never.’ He almost said immediately. And with that it was ok. With that, you let it go. Just because you knew how sorry he was. Just because you knew how much he loved you in the end. And we all make mistakes. And this was his mistake. But you knew he would never make that same mistake twice.

Liam: Normally Liam would kiss you, just before he would go on stage. He always said it gave him luck during the show. But today, Liam didn’t kiss you. When they called the boys for going to the stage, he just walked past you and didn’t even care to look. He was angry with you. He was angry because you had just told him you would be leaving a week earlier than planned. Just because you had a lot of work for school. Lou and you exchanged looks when he walked by. You shrugged your shoulders at her and gave her a half smile, standing up and walking to the tour bus. You entered the bunk bed you slept in with Liam and just stared at the ceiling. You didn’t even know how long you were laying there when you suddenly heard the door of the bus swing open. ‘Y/N? WHERE ARE YOU?’ Liam’s voice was in complete and utter panic. And when Liam panicked, there must be a good reason. So you jumped out of bed in terror, ready to run away for fire or something else dangerous, when you stood in front of your boyfriend. When he saw you, his whole body relaxed. ‘I thought you left…’ He breathed out. Hearing those words made you relax as well. No fire. ‘I’m not leaving you like that… I at least want a kiss and a hug before I leave.’ You smiled at him. And he gave you a smile back, the smile you loved the most. ‘You can get more if you want…’ He said softly when he pushed his lips to yours. His kiss was short, but perfect. ‘I needed that.’ He whispered. ‘And now I do have a show to catch. I may or may not have lied about going for a wee.’