One Direction Preferences

19. You Get In A Fight With A Family Member

Harry: “MOM!!! I love him and he loves me! Why can’t you understand that?” you yelled at your mother who was once again arguing with you about how she thinks Harry is using you. “(Y/N), you’ve seen the news… he’s played off as a ‘manwhore’! I don’t want to see you hurt!” By now you were fuming. “For Christ’s sake mom! You can’t believe everything you see in those magazines you read! And he’s nothing close to a ‘manwhore’,” you retaliated. “(Y/N)…” “No mom, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m going to Harry’s.” You left without another word. Once the door shut behind you, you pulled out your phone and dialed Harry’s number. “Hello?” he answered. “Are you busy?” you asked. “No, why? Is everything okay? You sound tired.” “Is it okay if I come over?” “Sure… see you soon.” You hung up and made your way to his flat. Once you got there, he was waiting on the front step, standing up to greet you. “Hey kitten, is everything okay? You sounded off on the phone,” he questioned, pulling away from the hug. “My mom and I got in another fight… She was calling you a manwhore, and I told her that she needs to stop believing the lies… I couldn’t be around her anymore, I hope you don’t mind,” you explained. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry to hear… And of course I don’t mind!” he replied, pulling you into another hug. “Come on, let’s go inside and do something to cheer you up yeah?” You smiled and gave him a kiss before he took your hand and led you inside.

Liam: “Oh, Liam’s still here?” your sister snarled, walking into the room where you and your boyfriend were watching a movie. “Yes, of course he’s still here… What are you doing?” you sneered back. Liam began rubbing your arm, knowing you would get upset if your sister kept pushing it. She had never taken a liking to Liam and you’re not sure why. “What? Am I not allowed to walk around my own house?” she replied sarcastically. “Not if you’re acting like this, you’re not,” you casually said, turning back to the TV screen. “I’m not the one acting like a bitch.” That was it. You stood up quickly and made your way over to her. “Shut up! Just shut up! I’m a bitch?!?! Go look in a fucking mirror! Just because you don’t like the fact that I’m in a relationship, doesn’t give you the damn to criticize me on everything I do. So just shut up and leave me alone!” Your sister looked at you shocked. You were feeling quite shocked yourself. “I’m sor…” You began to say but your sister cut you off. “No… If that’s how you feel, then I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m such a screw up, okay? I’ll leave you and Liam alone now. Don’t bother coming to apologize.” And with that she stormed out of the room and out of the house. You turned around to look at Liam, who had wide eyes. “What have I done Li?” He shook his head and waved you over. He pulled you onto his lap and you buried your head in his neck. “I screwed up bad this time,” you mumbled. “It’s okay (Y/N), it was in the moment. You didn’t mean it.” You pulled back and shook your head vigorously. “I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.” “I know baby girl, but your sister doesn’t. When she gets home I want you two to apologize.” “But she said…” “It doesn’t matter what she said. I know you two love each other.” Nodding your head, you stood up and wiped under your eyes. “Thanks Li.” He stood up and pulled you into another hug. “No problem sweetheart.” That night, your sister did return and you ended making up. But it wasn’t long before another storm was brewing and you two were back fighting.

Niall: You stormed into your flat, reliving the fight that had just taken place between you and your father. You were supposed to have a nice little catch up but when the topic of you dating someone in a boy band came up, he started to overreact. He said that dating Niall was just going to end up with you being hurt. You did your best to defend your position but nothing was getting past your dad. He actually got so mad at you for being so naïve that he told you to get out of the exact house you grew up in. You were caught in a rage and you felt like nothing could stop you. As you walked through the front door, you slammed it behind you, getting Niall’s attention from the couch. “Hey princess, how’s your dad?” You didn’t reply, you threw off your shoes and flung your bag on the floor before making your way to the fireplace mantle where all the pictures were. You began collecting all the pictures of you and your dad and put them in a garbage bag. Niall came up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. “What are you doing (Y/N)?” You whipped around and looked at him with tear filled eyes, but when you saw the look of plea in his eyes, you broke. You explained everything that had happened that day and by the end, Niall was on his knees with you tightly in his arms, rocking back and forth. “I hate him Niall,” you whispered after a couple minutes. “I really hate him,” you continued, breaking into another round of sobs. “Hey… Shh… It’s okay baby…” he soothed, rubbing your back. “I don’t want to go back there. Please don’t make me go back.” “Shh… I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I’m on your side remember?” He gave you a warm, comforting smile, kissing your forehead. “I love you princess, and that’s all that matters right now.”

Zayn: “Yeah? Well just because you’re my brother that gives you no right to tell me my relationship is a scam!” you scream into the phone. There was a moment of silence on your end as you waited for a reply on the other end. Zayn looked up from his phone, curiosity over taking him. “(Y/N)?” You held up a finger, telling him to wait. “You know what (Y/B/N)? You’re a huge jerk! I love Zayn! I get that you just want protect me, but trying to get me to break up with him is going way too far. Goodbye.” You abruptly hung up the phone and went over to where Zayn was sitting with a look of pure confusion on his face. “What was that all about (Y/N)?” Zayn asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you sat down next to him. “My brother was just explaining to me how he thinks you’re a bad example for me and was trying to convince me that I should break up with you and find a ‘more suitable man’.” you explained, all the while, Zayn was listening intently. “You don’t believe any of that, do you?” he asked in a voice that sounded so small. You had never seen a more vulnerable look on his face before. You took his face in your hands and kissed him. “I’ve never believed it and I will never even think of believing it. Because I know who Zayn really is, and he’s not who people play him to be. So don’t worry. My brother has no clue what he’s talking about.” A smile spread across his face and he began to tear up. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. I truly do love you (Y/N).” “And I love you Zayn, nobody can tear us apart now babe. We’re invincible!” He chuckled at your cute behaviour and wrapped you in a tight hug. “Invincible,” he whispered kissing your cheek and holding on tight.

Louis: You and Louis were over having dinner with your mom and younger brother. Currently, you and your mom were washing dishes in the kitchen while Louis and your brother were talking in the other room. You had noticed your mom had been looking funny at Louis the whole time you were eating so you decided to confront her about it. “Mom?” you asked nonchalantly. “Yes sweetheart?” “I, uh, noticed you looking at Louis funny tonight, anything you want to tell me?” you asked, keeping your gaze on the plate you were currently drying. She didn’t reply for a while so you pressed on. “Mom? If you have anything to say just say it.” She took a deep breath and began to talk. “I just don’t think he’s right for you. He’s definitely too immature for his age and acts like he can’t take anything serious. It’s like everything is a big joke to him,” she whispered, trying not to draw any attention from the other room. “That’s bullshit and you know it,” you scoffed, putting down the plate and turning your body towards your mom. “Watch your language (Y/N)… and it’s not. Surely you must get tired of it.” “Sure I do! But all I have to do is tell him, and he’ll settle down. Besides, he’s not immature, he’s fun! And maybe that’s what I need after growing up in this boring, routine-based household.” “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)! You will not speak to me in that matter! I am your mother and I expect you to treat me with more respect than this!” she exclaimed. The two boys heard the discussion and were now standing in the doorway. “You know what mom? If you can’t respect me, then don’t expect the same back. Come on Louis, we’re leaving.” You gave your brother a quick hug, wishing him well and then taking Louis’ hand and leading him to the car. “How much did you hear?” you asked him with a sigh as he climbed in the driver’s side. “Almost all of it,” he replied, giving you a sad smile. “I just want you to know Louis, that you are not immature. You know how to cheer me up on the worst of days but you can actually sit down and have a serious conversation when need me. Please don’t let my mother’s words change you.” He grabbed both your hands and squeezed them tight. “Never baby… and as long as I have you on my side, we can get through anything and everything. I AM superman after all.” You started to giggle at his way of cheering up the situation. “Come on boo bear, let’s go home and do something spontaneous!” He laughed. “An adventure it is!” And he drove off, leaving you to forget the upsetting events that took place.