One Direction Preferences

Fights & Make-Ups

Louis: ‘I’ll pick up the twins, you don’t have to. -Lou’ You practically growled at the simple text. Your boyfriend was being difficult and didn’t want you associating with his sisters. You don’t even remember last night, but Louis was pissed at you. Instead of going home like you did before, you drove straight to the twin’s school extra fast to get there before Louis. “Hey girls!” you coo as they climb in the backseat. “(Y/N)! Where’s our birthday presents?” Phoebe asked. “Yeah, you promised us them like 9 months ago,” Daisy said. “And you might have to get 4 presents, to make up 2 birthday’s,” Phoebe added. You twisted in your seat and said, “Listen up, your brother is mad at me. We’re going to sit quietly and wait for his sorry butt to get up here!” “Okay!” You turned back in your seat and the 3 of you waited. Five minutes later, you hear Louis cursing and his car coming to a stop behind yours. His car door slammed and he walked up to your window. He knocked feverishly on the window. You casually rolled down your window and stared up at your red-faced boyfriend. “Why are the twins with you?” he demanded. “I told you I’d pick them up.” “I’m trying to be a good future sister-in-law,” you replied casually. Louis’ whole face dropped. He stopped breathing every and just stared at you with the swirl of his eye color going crazy. Then, he opened the door, pulled you out, and wrapped you in his arms. “I’m done being angry with you,” he whispered against your lips, “I have a gut feeling that we’ll be together forever. We shouldn’t even do this pointless shit.” You nodded in agreement, a little unsure of what Louis was doing. He ducked down to kiss your lips hard. You heard the squeals of Phoebe and Daisy saying, “Get a room!!” Louis pulled away and laughed. You laughed, too. Your face was hot against the cold, winter air. “I’ll meet you at home?” You guessed. “Be there naked,” he retorted.

Niall: “Oh my fuck-” Usually the sound of Niall cursing turned you on, but now it just sounded plain annoying. You continued stripping from your work clothes. You left for work that morning angry with Niall and you were still angrier than ever. Why? Well, it had to do with the fact that Niall was planning to take you out to dinner, and then canceled on the plans to hang out with Demi. It would be okay if this wasn’t the third time he’s done it. You’ve had enough. And you just want a warm bath. As you eased in the tub - Niall was watching you with hungry eyes - you bluntly ignored him. Then, he started to unbutton his trousers. “Ah!” You stop his with a glare. “I can’t join you?” “Nope,” You replied simply. Niall’s expression dropped. He looked like a child wanting to play with his toys, except you were the ‘toys’ in this situation. “Why not?” “Oh my god Niall, would you just go hang out with Demi already? She’s probably fucking waiting on you!” Niall’s mouth dropped open. You huffed and sunk low in the bathtub, just wanting to die. Niall hesitantly stepped into the bathroom. You stared off into space. He took more steps. Soon, he was sitting on the tile floor next to you. His blue eyes were wide and innocent. “(Y/N), why are you acting this way?” You sigh. “You always cancel our plans for Demi,” you say in a small voice. “I just wish I could find someone who I could count on…” Niall made you face him. “You can count on me, baby. Always.” “You’re not proving to be very worthy.” Niall simply kissed you full on the lips. “I’m sorry. I love you so much, not Demi. You’re the one I want and the only one. I love you, (Y/N).” Although the fight wasn’t resolved, you nod your head and kiss him back. “I love you, too, Niall.” Niall bit his lip after pulling away. “Now can I join you and show you how much I love you?” The rest is history.

Liam: “Leave a message at the beep that’ll be there in a few seconds. And again, sorry for not answering your call! Okay, byeeee!” *Beeeeep* Liam’s super long and you had to wait minutes at a time just to leave your message. But you didn’t want to have to wait. You wanted to go to Liam’s bed and cuddle with him. The only thing stopping you was the lock on his door and the fact that he won’t answer your calls. You started knocking on the door again. You didn’t care how desperate you looked anymore, it was noon. Everyone should be out enjoying the day. Not standing in a dingy hallway, waiting on your angry boyfriend to forgive and forget. “Liammm, please answer the door so I can know you’re alive!” One full hour really paid off. The door swung open, making a loud whooshing noise. Liam stood in the doorway, wearing sweatpants low on his hips, his red and white baseball tee, and he looked dead tired. “(Y/N), why are you still here?” “I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” You say in a tiny voice. Liam takes pity on you and let’s you in. You sit on his couch and wait for him to join you. He doesn’t. He’s hostile. He stands above you, crossing his arms and flexing unknowingly. “Babe, I’m truly sorry. I hope that all the calls, text, and effort would help you forgive me, but…” You trail off and sigh. You were just so frustrated. “I don’t want us to fight. It sucks.” Liam finally came to sit next to you and hugged you. “I hate fighting,” he admitted. “Then, forgive me,” you said quietly. “Say it again.” “Say what?” You ask. “Say you’re sorry.” “I’m sorry Liam.” Liam smiled. His brown eyes lit up and he hugged you tightly. “You’re forgiven, my baby!”

Zayn: Another person had accused Zayn of cheating on you. You’ve had enough. While Zayn was at the recording studio, you spent all day packing your things. And by things, I mean every belonging that you have ever owned. The Beyoncé song - ‘Irreplaceable’ was playing in the background when Zayn strolled in. He was tired from his long day of work and just wanted to snuggle up to you. “(Y/N)?” Zayn called through the flat. He finally spotted you shoving your boots onto your feet, your suitcase lying by the door. He nearly trips on it. Everything starts the click - the song, the suitcase, your angry face… “(Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” he asked softly. You jumped up and glared at your boyfriend. “Oh you know, you little shit.” Zayn raised a brow. “I’m not processing.” You just scoffed and stormed past him. Then, you realized you forgot your suitcase and walked back in. As soon as you go to grab it, Zayn jumps on top of it, yelling, “NO!” “Zayn, don’t make this hard,” you growled, beyond mad. “Tell me what’s going on.” “I’m leaving Zayn,” you crossed your arms over your chest and waited for Zayn to get up. He didn’t. He shifted on the bag so he could stare at you. “But why, babe?” he whispered softly. That’s when the water works came. You fell to your knees and Zayn pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. “Baby, don’t leave…” He said, massaging your neck. “Whatever I did… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t-” You cut him off with a loud sob. Zayn picked you up and set you on the bed. Then, he turned off the lights and crawled up the bed to spoon you. “It’s been a long day,” Zayn says. You agree with a nod and fall asleep to Zayn stroking your sides.

Harry: It was more of a misunderstanding. Harry thought you were going through his phone when you were really getting Anne’s number off his phone. Basically, he had the impression that you thought he was cheating on you. Two hours later, you were staring angrily at your wall, mad at yourself for not going after Harry. Suddenly, your phone started ringing. “Hello?” you answered with a tired sigh. It was Anne. “(Y/N)? Harry’s over here and he won’t talk to me. Is something up?” Your chest tightened. He was all the way back in Holmes Chapel… “We started fighting and…” “Oh hell no, you’re about to talk to him!” You barely heard Anne curse, so you just stayed quiet. You could hear Anne’s heavy footsteps stomping up to Harry’s room. His door creaked open and a whooshing noise entered your ears, followed by a gruff, “Hello?” “It’s (Y/N) and you better not hang up!” Anne said in the background. His door closed once again. It was quiet. “What do you want, (Y/N)?” You made a face at the wall. “Anne called me not the other way around.” Harry moaned in embarrassment. “What did she tell you?” You smiled, temporarily forgetting that you guys were fighting. “You were whispering my name in your sleep,” you joked. “Muuuum!” Harry whined. “She promised she wouldn’t tell.” You smiled. “I miss you.” “I..I miss you, too,” Harry replied. You didn’t even want to know why he hesitated. Then, you heard a few sniffles. Oh. “Come home, so we can work this out. ‘Kay?” Harry sniffed again. You could practically see him dimple-grinning that everything will be okay. “Kay.”