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He snaps, you snap.
You had forgotten to do the dishes in the morning before leaving the house, due to stress, lost keys and distracted mind. He came home from the studio in a bad mood, and such a simple thing as plates left in the sink made him blow.
"I'm sorry!" You shout from your side of the living room, him standing on the other side, with hand clenched shut. You had repeated this since you came home, meeting your boyfriend leaning against the wall right by the door.
"How hard can it be!?" He shouted back. His voice hit you like loud beats in the club, going through your whole body before leaving you alone. "It's two plates! How hard is it to remember?"
"I was late, had lost my keys, and FORGOT." You reply just as loud. "Don't you forget stuff? Aren't you too just human? The human mind can't remeber everything."
"Of course I do! But things like eating lunch, buying flour or button up my shirt all the way! Not to do the dishes I just held I my hand!"
You sigh. This is about the third time you fight this week, a week that has only been two days so far.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I will try to remember that kind of things." You simply say.
He snorts.
"You better."
"Oh, so now you say it's something wrong with my memory?" You raise your voice once again.
"Well, obviously, since you can't even remember to pour water on the plates you just ate from, I don't see how you will remember that kind of thing either." He's already shouting again.
"WELL I REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY DON'T I?!"
He turns away, his hands going up and down over his face. Turning back he comes with his reply.
"Have I EVER forgotten your birthday?!"
"No, neither have I forgotten yours!" Your arms fly out by your sides.
"HAVE I EVER SAID THAT?!" He shouts.
"NO, BUT YOU IMPLIED!" You answer knowing it's not true.
You stare at each other, slowly letting go of your tensed potisions, straightening out your bodies from the catlike attack prepared pose you both have hold for the last fifteen minutes.
You walk to the couch and slump down in one end at the same time as Liam does the same at the other end.
You sigh in unison.
You hear his voice softly singing, looking in the other direction, just like him.
"We go 'na na na....'"
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A/n: I just wanted to do this one, dunno why.
Thanks for reading and hope you stick around.
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One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)
DiversosSo I was going to try to actually make a book out of these. Update when I have time, but will try as often as possible.
