You give him the silent treatment
Zayn: "Baby, please! C'mon!" You ignore Zayn's pleads and continue on with cleaning. Yes, cleaning the mess Zayn made, which was why you were giving him the cold shoulder in the first place. You came home from a week at your mother's place and found Zayn sleeping with dirty dishes piled up in the sink, clothes all over the floor, empty pizza boxes and junk food wrappers. "[Y/N], please say something." Zayn whispered in your ear as he held you close to him. "Fuck off." You muttered and he sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I made a mess, but it's all your fault." "All my fault?! Zayn, I was at my mother's house for a week. A fucking week! And I come home to find my boyfriend sleeping when the house is a fucking wreck! This is a week's worth of mess, Zayn! YOUR MESS! Why do I have to clean it up?" "You said something." He smiled and you sighed. "Just, go away." You murmured, and he pulled you away from the sink and kissed you. He kissed you with a burning passion, like it would be the last kiss you shared together. "Yes, it's your fault. If you would've made a week's worth of dinner before you left, laid out my clothes like you usually do and been here to kiss me until I fell asleep, there wouldn't be a mess." He whispered. You couldn't help but smile at him. "I love you." "I love you, too. Now go relax, unpack, I'll clean this up." He smiled and took the sponge. You did as he said and relaxed. You took a nap and when you woke up, the house was spotless. "Thank you." "Anything for you, my love."
Liam: Liam thought it would be cute to surprise you when you got home by making dinner, and it was, until you actually ate it. "[Y/N], please say something. The swelling has gone down." He pulled a puppy dog face and you sighed. Liam put in a bunch of different spices, one of them being paprika, into the dinner. He put so much, forgetting you were allergic to it. From a romantic dinner to the emergency room, lovely isn't it. "Liam, I tell you all the time, don't use paprika. I always have to watch you when you cook because you go overboard on spices! Li ... you never listen to me." You could tell this really hurt him by the glassy, pained look he had in his eyes. He ran out of the bedroom, not returning. You felt bad, saying what you said, and you got up and ran downstairs. You found him in the kitchen, cleaning out cabinets. "Babe, what are you doing?" You sigh, hugging his waist from behind. "No more paprika. No more lemon juice, no more basil, no more cinnamon and no more brown sugar because I know you're allergic to all of that. You kiss him and he kisses back, and automatically, you knew he was forgiven. "You don't have to do-" "Yes I do. Seeing you in the hospital ... I was mortified. What if that went worse and went seriously fatal?" "Well, it didn't and I'm here." You smile and he smiles back, kissing your nose.
Louis: "Please. Please. Please. Please. Please." Louis continued, causing you to get more heated. He knows when you're annoyed with him and he could sense that, so to get you to talk, he thought repeating please would help. You usually tell him to shut up, but that would make him happy. "Baby, I'm sorry about your audition, okay?" "No! Not okay! Louis, why would you do that? Knowing that this audition could have changed my life! I could be traveling all around the world right now, doing what I love, but you had to ruin it." He quickly tensed up, a tear escaping his eye. Today, you were going to an audition for being a talk show host. So what right? Wrong! This job was your dream job, to travel across the globe, bringing up unknown problems that with the right solution, could change the world. A two minute audition, that's all it took to see if you had the requirements and necessary skills for the job. You were more than prepared, you had your outfit ready, your flash cars ready, your speech ready, everything. Louis thought it would be funny to switch you flash cards with his own, saying stupid, inappropriate things. "I thought it was-" "Funny, right?! Everything is a joke to you Louis! Why couldn't you let me have this?" "Because it's a traveling job!" "So-" "I travel a lot already, I hardly ever get to see you! You want a job, that would take you God knows how far away from me! What if something happens to you, [Y/N]?! I wouldn't be able to help!" "Why couldn't you just say that?" Your tone softened. "Because I didn't want to seem selfish ..." "Lou, I love you. You know that, you should have told me babe." "I'm sorry." He apologized. "It's okay, love." You smiled and you guys kissed. "Now going back to doing things you love, we should hit the bedroom." He winked.
Harry: "I'm waiting for my baby to talk to meeeee. I know she wants to kill meeeee. But I love her more than anythinggggg. To prove it to you let me singggg." Harry sang, hugging you. You pushed him off and he sighed. "Babe-" "Go away." "Please talk to me." "One night, Harry. I asked you for just one night, to be there for me. I waited for an hour, in the pouring rain for you to come and get me. I thought you would be there! And I come home to find you playing FIFA with the boys?" You sneezed, your nose still running from your cold. You had to work late at the office last night and you were scared to take the bus alone. Y'know, creepers. You asked Harry to pick you up and he promised he would be there, but he bailed. An hour, you waited in the freezing cold and pouring rain for Harry, who never showed up. You hitched a ride with your best friend, who saw you shivering as she drove past you on her way to the pharmacy. "I didn't mean to!" "How could you forget?" "People forget things!" "Yeah Harry, things! I'm a fucking human being! How do you forget a fucking person! Obviously I mean nothing to you!" You shouted, sneezing again. He grabbed your shoulders and looked sternly in your eye. "Don't you ever say that! You know you mean more to me than my own life." "Then explain to me, how did you forget your girlfriend?" "I don't have an excuse ... the boys and I were having fun." "Have fun alone tonight, Haz. I'm leaving." "Where are you going?" "Anywhere but here!" "[Y/N]! Come on! You're sick, let me take care of you!" You walked out the front door and as soon as you stepped foot outside, it started pouring. You cried and Harry picked you up, undressing you and putting on dry clothes. "Please don't leave." You nodded and pulled him into bed with you. You cuddled into his chest, the warmth of his skin radiating onto yours. "I love you." He whispered, kissing your forehead. "I love you, too."
Niall: "Please say something ... please ... babe ... BABE!" You ignored Niall as you threw another shirt on your arm. You had to go shopping for all new clothes because your wonderful boyfriend washed your laundry on surprise, and everything shrunk. You tried on everything and paid, leaving the store, Niall running behind you. All the way home, he tried to start a conversation, but you didn't give in. When you made it back to your house, Niall watched as you threw away all the shirts and pants that were 3 sizes too small, and replaced them with new things. You wouldn't be so upset if it was just one thing, but it was your entire wardrobe. When you were done, you walked pass him, making your way into the kitchen. "Baby please talk to me!" Nothing. "Please please ple-" he was cut off by your lips against his own. "You're not mad?" "I love you, I can't stay mad at you." His face lit up and he kissed you again, hugging you afterwards. "I love you more, even when your clothes don't fit." You rolled your eyes and he laughed, and you pulled him in for another kiss.
QOTD: Favorite dog breed?
A: I'm going to be biased and say Jack Russell Terrier or Chiweenie since those are what my babies are haha
