One Direction Preferences

#52 You're Mad At Him

Harry: 

"Harry!" you yelled from upstairs. He ran upstairs. 

"What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" he asked, scanning your body for any injuries. You gave him the 'You're In Trouble Look.' He caught onto that look. "What I do?" You looked at him with the 'You Know What You Did' look. He caught onto that look too. He started to think and think. Then, his eyes widened. "Oh," he mouthed, "sorry, Kitten. I'm going to do that right now," Harry said, going into the bathroom. He walked out. "Milady," he said, bowing. You laughed, and kissed his cheek. 

"Thank-you," you smiled, and walked into the bathroom to pee.

Liam: 

You rarely get mad at Liam.

Louis: 

"Will you stop acting childish for one day, Louis?!" you yelled at your boyfriend. 

"Well, I'm sorry your parents are boring." You rolled your eyes. 

"Life is not always funny, Louis, so just grow the hell up!" you yelled then stormed to the guest room. Minutes later, Louis walked in looking like a sad puppy, frown on his face, shoulders slumped. 

"I'm sorry, babe," Louis whispered. You opened your arms. Louis smiled, and ran into your arms. 

"It's alright. Just promise me you'll never grow up?" you asked. 

"Promise," Louis confirmed. Then, you both cuddled under the sheets.

Niall: 

"Niall James Horan!" you yelled. He woke up. 

"Yeah, Princess?" he asked. 

"Get your arse up!" you yelled. 

"Why?" he groaned, "I'm tired," he yawned. 

"If you wouldn't have gotten drunk last night, then maybe you wouldn't be hungover!" you yelled. Niall just waved his hand. An inhuman noise came from your mouth. "FINE!" you yelled, walking out of the room. 

Why? Why does he always have to get drunk. He's the one that planned my birthday dinner. 

You sighed, and called up (Y/BFF/N).

"Want to go out somewhere?" you asked him/her. 

"He forgot, didn't he?" he/she asked. He/She knew Niall too well. 

"Yeah, and the suckiest part about it is that he's the one that planned it," you sighed. 

"I'll come get'cha girl," he/she said.

"Alright," you said, and hung up. You walked into the kitchen, and started crying. Then, you heard a car horn. You walked out of the house. 

"Hey! No crying birthday girl!" (Y/BFF/N) smiled. You smiled back. 

"Thanks, (Y/BFF/N)." He/She only nodded. Then, you pulled up at (Y/F/R). You two had a great time, and not once did you think of Niall. When you got home, you saw Niall on the couch, with his face in his hands. You walked past him. Then, you felt a hand on your arm. 

"Princess," Niall whispered. You just pull your arm out of his soft grip, stormed to your room, and laid down. You heard the door open, and felt the bed dip. "Princess," Niall started, but you cut him off.

"No, Niall!" Then, you stand up. "You sit there, and plan my birthday dinner, but then you decide to go, and get drunk with people you see every fucking time you go on tour! I'm your fucking girlfriend for Christ sake! Do you not want me to be your girlfriend, or are you still looking for your Princess?!" you yelled, relieved you got that off your chest. 

"Princess, I'm sorry. I know I fucked up. I know, but I am sor-," he started, but couldn't finish. How could he? You lips were firmly on his. 

"Shut up, Niall," you smiled. 

"So, I'm forgiven?" he asked. 

"You're too cute to stay mad at, Ni."

Zayn: 

Zayn walked in slamming the door. 

Ah shit, Zayn's pissed. 

As he walked by you, you smelt a familiar smell. Smoke. You rolled your eyes. 

"Zain Javvadd Malik! Get your arse back down here, now!" you yelled. 

"What?" he spat. 

"Why?" is all you ask. 

"Maybe because I need them!" he yelled. 

"So, instead of talking it out, you decide to poison yourself?!" you yelled. 

"You don't control my me!" Zayn boomed. 

"FINE! Fuck you, fuck us, fuck everything!" you yelled. Then, stormed out of the house. 

He promised he would try and stop smoking. 

You decide to go back, but just go to the guest bedroom. You stormed into the guest bedroom, and laid in the bed, facing the wall. You heard the door open, but you didn't move a muscle. 

"Doll?" you heard Zayn ask, but you still didn't move. "Love?" Zayn asked, sitting on the bed, hesitantly touching your shoulder, but you shake his hand off. "I'm sorry, Baby girl," Zayn whispered. 

"I don't give a fuck right now, Zayn," you spat. 

"Baby girl," Zayn whispered, again. You drew in a shaky breath. Zayn laid down behind you, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "I am sorry, Sweetie," Zayn whispered. Your smile widened. You turned around, facing Zayn. You crash your lips to his. You both smiled through the kiss. Then, you get on top of him. ;)