One direction - Preference

Jeg er helt tosset med de her "preferences" som jeg finder på nettet. Jeg har ingen rettigheder eller what-so-ever til dem her.

Jeg skriver også nogle danske imagines (som jeg selv finder på), så hvis i keder jer, skulle i også til at tage et smut forbi dem.

Håber i vil nyde dem :D

OBS de er alle sammen på engelsk :)

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19. He say’s something harsh, that he regrets later on…

 

 

Liam: ‘Please can we watch toy story? Pleaaase?!’ Liam pleads. ‘No, we always watch it.’ You say. You were arguing over what film to watch. ‘Please (y/n)?’ he says. You get annoyed so you say ‘eugh, grow up Liam, you aren’t five anymore!’ ‘You’re so boring and uptight.’ You freeze. Did he really just say that? He realizes what he has said and an apologetic look comes across his face, as you start to walk out of the room and up to your bedroom. ‘(y/n), (y/n)! I’m sorry! You know I didn’t mean it!’ ‘So why did you say it Liam?!’ you yell, tears forming in your eyes. ‘I said it in the heat of the moment, this isn’t the first time, and you know I didn’t mean it. You know it.’ You sigh. His tone was real, and you knew you could trust him. ‘I forgive you, Now let’s go watch toy story?’ you ask.

Niall: You and Niall had thrown a house party the previous night, to celebrate the boy’s winning a Brit! However the aftermath of the party was not great, you were left with terrible hangovers and a very untidy home. You were cleaning the living room and had asked Niall several times to clean the kitchen. Instead he sat watching TV, remote in one hand, crisps in the other and his feet. ‘Niall, feet off my coffee table.’ He didn’t budge. ‘Niall, feet.’ You ask again. Nothing. ‘NIALL, FEET OFF THE COFFEE TABLE. Oh my god, could you please at least contribute to cleaning the house by lifting your feet off the table? Or can you not manage that?’ you were so tired and you were just yelling at him because you were exhausted and cleaning a big apartment takes a lot of time, effort and energy out of one person. ‘For god sakes (y/n), nag, nag, nag. All day. If I wanted you to act like my mum, I would have told you.  You’re so annoying sometimes, seriously.’ He said. ‘Oh, is that so Niall?’ You asked sarcastically. You were hurt by this, and Niall knew it. ‘I’m sorry princess; I’m tired too and extremely hung-over. I didn’t mean it baby.’ He says, he looks just as hurt as you do and you realise he never meant harm. ‘It’s alright Niall. We’re both exhausted. Now please help me?’ you ask. ‘How about you come cuddle with me instead?’ he says grabbing your arm and pulling you onto the sofa. You nuzzle into his neck and forget all about cleaning the house.

Louis: Louis had only been back from tour for a few days, and you guys had just been chilling at home, not doing much. You are snuggling on the couch, watching TV, when Louis asks you something. ‘Let’s do something crazy and spontaneous!’ you don’t really like where it’s going, so you say ‘no, I want to cuddle!’ ‘But it’s boring’ he says. ‘But we’re together, that’s all that matters.’ ‘Yeah but sitting at home with you every day is so boring (y/n)! I want a change.’ ‘Are you calling me boring, Louis?’ Your voices are now getting louder and louder, as talking turns into shouting. ‘Yes, I am, because you are. I’m going.’ He say’s grabbing his jacket and going out. You sink down into the couch as you wait for Louis to get back. A few hours later, you hear the door opening and moments later Louis is standing in the doorway. You look up at him as he makes his way to sit beside you on the sofa. He places his hand on your knee and says ‘I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to call you boring. Staying indoors all hours was driving me insane and you aren’t boring (y/n). You know you’re not, i know you’re not. I said it out of spite. I really am sorry.’ You trust Louis and you knew how tired he was and probably how bored he was indoors. ‘It’s okay Lou.’ You say smiling. He kisses you and you say ‘How about we go for a hot air balloon ride tomorrow?’ ‘I’d love that!’ He says enthusiastically.

Harry: ‘Harry get up.’ You whisper. Your boyfriend Harry was still asleep, at 1pm! You had woken up, ate and gotten ready. You shake him lightly, but get no response, so shake him harder. Still, no response. You go to open the curtains. ‘look how beautiful it is’ you say as the sunlight comes pouring in. Harry turns to face his pillow and groans into it. ‘Close them, seriously, I’m not in the mood.’ He says with a serious tone to his voice. You go to jump on the bed and start saying, in a whiny voice ‘but Harrrry! You need to get up, pleaaaase!? I’ve been bored all day without youuuu!’ Harry simply groans and sits up to say ‘you know what, you can be so irritating. You always think about yourself and no one else.’ And folds his arms. You get up off the bed and turn to walk out the door, and mumble ‘fine then, grumpy’ when you feel two large hands wrap around your waist. ‘I’m sorry (y/n). You know how tired I am, I hardly get any sleep. But that doesn’t mean I have the right to say that to you babe. I’m sorry, I really am.’ He says apologetically. ‘It’s okay.’ You reply. He kisses your cheek. ‘I love you babe. I’m sorry; I’m the self centred one. Waking up at a ridiculous time and saying that you wanting to spend time with me, makes me the selfish one. I should be honoured I have a beautiful girlfriend like you.’ He says. ‘I love you too Harold. Now come on, let’s go for lunch.’ You ask with a smile.

Zayn: You and Zayn were moving into your new shared apartment. For the past three days, you had been working super hard, painting walls and building furniture, but Zayn was working especially hard. ‘(y/n) come into the bedroom to see if the picture has been hung up okay?’ Zayn asks. ‘Okay, I’m coming.’ You reply. You go into the bedroom and see that it’s a little wonky. ‘It’s not straight Zayn.’ You say, not meaning to be rude. ‘What? That’s not straight? Seriously? I knew you were a perfectionist but that is the straightest i can get it. You know I’ve worked really hard the past few days and you? You’ve done nothing. You never do anything. You wanted to do all this decorating yourself, but you aren’t doing it, I am. You’re just bossy. Oh and lazy.’ He says, his voice becoming much louder near the end. ‘I’ve worked hard too! How can you say I didn’t? After all I’ve done for you, for us?! Seriously, Zayn? We’re both tired, but that was just out of order.’ You go to walk out, tears in your eyes, when he grabs your arm and looks you straight in the eyes and says ‘I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean it, I’m just so tired babe. We’ve both worked just as hard as each other and I’m sorry. I know you’ve put in 110% into moving in, and also into this relationship. Believe me when I say i am so sorry.’ He says. You’re trapped under his gaze; you can’t resist those beautiful eyes. So you say ‘its fine Zayn, I haven’t done much anyway. I’m sorry too.’ His tone was genuine so you felt he was worthy of your forgiveness. 

 
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