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One Stupid Fight with Dire Consequences

A/N Hey guys! So i know it's been FOREVER... So sorry, but I was working on Story of My Life and Simon's Angels! Please go check those out and vote!! Anyways, if any of you want imagines, please message me or comment below and I will get those done!! Thank you!

LOUIS

"Well Y/N, I can't help it if I have to go to work every day and feed you and maintain the house too!" Louis yells as you roll your eyes.

You had only asked him where the cake went that you told him to pick up on his way home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady!" Lou sasses and you sigh, "Listen, Lou, maybe you should calm down. I asked a simple question and you're like flipping out on me for no absolute reason."
"For no reason? Why can't you go pick up for damn cake? You have nothing better to do than sit around the apartment." He sasses and you snap, "You think I sit around the apartment just because? Well news flash, buddy! I'm freaking six months pregnant! The doctor told me to rest! If you think I'm too much of a lazy butt then I'll go be a lazy butt at someone else's place!"
Before he could react you go to march over to the door only to slip on some water that he brought in on the way home. No one could see what was coming next. Especially not Louis who scrambled to help when he heard the thud. But you knew it might be unnecessary now. It might be too late.

NIALL

"Niall! Can you please stop leaving your beer bottles all over the place after having friends over?" You call out as you pick up some on your way to the kitchen. You see Niall sitting at the kitchen table writing stuff down on a paper. He looked pretty focused, so you shrug and pick some up that were on your way and threw them out. You ruffle his hair a bit before kissing the side of his temple and walking off to make some lunch. 

You were just making a happy face out of  cucumber slices when you hear Niall yelp in pain. You rush out to see what was wrong and stifle a giggle as Niall holds his foot, jumping around the living room. Leaning against the wall, you wait for him to pick up the bottle and throw it away.

"Y/N! Why didn't you pick up the bottles? Look, I cut my foot because of these stupid things!" Niall snaps at you to your amazement. You stay calm and reply, "Niall, it's your mess. You have to learn to clean it up, too."

"Yes, but we share the same house! You can learn to clean up too! I clean up after you all the time! I am doing the bills so that you can stay happy in this extravagant apartment. Try to be at least a little caring!" Niall growls and you gasp at his words. 

You weren't one to ever fight in a relationship so you just stalk away to the room you shared and gather a few clothes and your accessories. You take them to the guest room and shut the door. Niall can just stay on his side now. 

ZAYN

Zayn and you had just gotten to your hotel in Bangladesh. You were Bengali and wanted Zayn to see some of your home country. Throughout the trip, Zayn had been anxious and fidgety. You brushed it off as him just nervous to meet family. You were getting ready to go to your grandma's house as Zayn took a small nap before leaving. He had jet lag and as much as he loves sleep, he could probably sleep for a long time. You allowed him to take a short one so he could be refreshed some what for meeting your family. 

You had just finished attaching your long earrings and went to go shake Zayn awake.

"Go away Y/N. I want sleep. You can go alone to your granny's house. Sleep is more important." He mumbles and you roll your eyes as you start poking him, "C'mon, babe, wake up! Wake up!"

He throws his hand out and it accidently slaps you backhandedly. You stagger back a few steps in shock before waiting to see his response. But he was fast asleep. You knew he didn't mean to, but you couldn't help but be slightly afraid. You grab your bag and hurry out to go to your grandma's place. You leave a small note for Zayn before hurrying out the door.

LIAM

"LIAM! You seriously cannot be serious right now! They are my family. I have to go and visit them from time to time." You groan as your boyfriend of two years sits at the door, blocking your way. 

You tried so many different ways to get out, but to no avail. Even the windows were locked shut. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was possessive. Now having a staredown with those teddy bear eyes, you huff and puff in annoyance. 

"Y/N, baby, I am going to miss you. Plus, they never care about you too much." He shrugs at the end and you feel a pang at your chest. 

He was right. They didn't really care much about your visits. You were the rebel daughter. Once you got out of the house to pursue your education in London, your parents only communication was when you needed money. 

"But, Liam, they want to meet me this time. I need to go." You try to reason but this only makes him jump up in anger, "Y/N! WHY DO YOU KEEP ARGUING WHEN THERE IS NO POINT! YOU ARE STAYING HERE. End of story!"

You shake your head and see your moment to escape as he places his face in his hands. Thinking it was something else rushing by him, Liam throws a punch to your side. You are thrown out the door and you stare at your boyfriend in shock. He stares, gobsmacked, at his hand then to your tear-filled eyes in remorse.

"I'm sorry." He whispers but you don't stay to listen. If there's one thing you learned and cherished from your parents endless rants is that if a man lays a hand on you, it is and never will be acceptable.