One Direction Preferences.

10-He Insults You. -Part Two.

Preference #10: He Insults You. -Part Two.

Harry: (He called you childish.)

"Harry please, just stop calling," you whispered over the phone. Ever since Harry called you childish, you've been trying to ignore him, but no matter what, you just couldn't stay away. "Please (Y/N), at least hear me out," Harry pleaded, knowing that he was eating over the phone. Harry usually ate whenever he's nervous or just tired; in this case, he was both. "What? What could you possibly say?" You huffed over the phone. "I've missed your childishness, (Y/N). It's so boring without you here, and I feel so lonely! It doesn't feel right with you not being here in my arms, and it was wrong of me to call you childish. Please, please come home... I need your craziness," You could hear Harry sigh over the phone. You couldn't tell if he was serious, "I'll be over soon." You finally gave in, turning the car around and heading straight home into his arms, where you belong. 

Louis: (He called you too skinny.) 

Louis knocked at your door, and you answered with a sandwich in your mouth. "(Y/N), what are you doing?" Louis asked, confused. You never ate those big of sandwiches, nevertheless, you loved to eat those. "Since a certain someone called me too skinny, I'm eating. What else does it look like, Louis?" You snapped back, taking a piece of tomato out of your sandwich and eating it. Louis grabbed the sandwich out of your hands and threw it in the trash. "What was that for? I was eating that!" You said, running to the fridge to get something else to eat. "Stop it! I was stupid calling you that. I don't care how skinny you are; I don't care how fat you are. I'll love you the same," Louis smiled, knowing that he's finally said something right. "I don't hear that often enough," You chuckled a bit, closing the fridge. "Well, starting from now on, you'll be hearing it everyday." Louis lightly kissed your lips as he started to dance with you.

Liam: (He called you overly attached.) 

Liam caught up with you as you were walking out of the house. "(Y/N), where are you going?" Liam asked, walking off the porch. "Somewhere where I'm not attached to things," You snapped, crossing your arms. "What do you mean?" Liam didn't look confused, but he acted confused. He was caught and he knew it. "Don't play that, Liam! You know what I mean." You turned around to go to your car, but a strong hand wrapped around your arm and stopped you, "Please don't leave. I love being with you! It makes my job of protecting you easier when you're with me," Liam grinned, easing his tight grip. "You're always so busy! I can never spend time with you, so whenever it works out, I want to spend time with you. It hurts me that you don't feel that way, Liam," You whispered. "I love you, and I'll always enjoy your company." Liam picked you up and walked you back into the house where you two actually did have a nice time together, completely forgetting what happened. 

Zayn: (He called you moody.) 

Zayn followed you to the park, and took a seat next to you on the swings. "(Y/N), babe," Zayn whispered. You turned your head away, and picked at your nails. "Can't we talk about this?" He asked, kicking the dirt beneath his feet. "No!" You spit, moving to another swing. "Fine then, I'll talk! I love how you always put up with me when I'm moody. I'm moody all the time, and I do crazy things but you still put up with me! It was wrong of me to call you moody, and I had no place to call you that. So, with that, I hope you'll forgive me because I really want to hug you 'cause you look really cold," he chuckled, moving to the swing next to yours. He never once took his eyes off of you, let alone your eyes. "Say you're sorry..." You grinned, just wanting to hear the word fall off his tongue. "I'm sorry! A bajillion, million, trillions, cazillion, times sorry!" He apologized, and started to swing back an forth slowly. You smiled, loving his response, "It's okay... I'm sorry for being moody though." Zayn chuckled and pulled you up so you sat on his lap. 

Niall: (He hates your make-up.)

When Niall smelled the coffee, but not your perfume, he went into the kitchen and read your note. He left the boys at his flat, alone and ran after you, realizing you never left. "(Y/N)! I don't care if you wear make-up! If that's what makes you happy, then wear it all you want. Just don't be mad," Niall pleaded as he took a seat next to you on the back porch. You rolled your eyes, and laid back, taking in the warm sun. "I'm sorry I'm such a jerk. You're beautiful, and you're amazing. I love you so much!" Niall said, still waiting for your response. "I'll take you make-up shopping whenever you want, and I'll let you do my make-up!" Niall said, regretfully. A grin painted across your face, "Okay! I think a parrot would suit you!" You laughed as you walked into the house, immediately getting out your makeup kit, getting everything ready to turn Niall's face into a bird. 

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At this exact moment, what are you thinking of? You don't have to be honest on this one because I really don't want to know that you're thinking about porn, or stuff like that. xD

At this moment, I'm thinking about what I should be writing. Yeah... Quite predicable. Oh well, :P I'm cool. (No I'm not. I'm such a loser.) 

Yeahhhh. I'm thinking about writing and how much of a loser I am. There we go. :P anyone else a loser here with me? 

So, yeah, tell me what's on your mind. (I sound like Facebook when I say that... What's on your mind, what's on your mind, what's on your mind?) haha... Yeah... Comment and tell me whatcha think about part two for this! Talk to ya later my pretties! 

-Abbster.xx