87. #87: He apologizes after a big argument.
#87: He apologizes after a big argument.
Louis: "Love?" he asks softly, hesitantly walking into the bedroom where you lay on the bed, your head buried into a pillow. His hopeful smile drops when he hears you sniffling. "Babe...," he pleads, going to sit down next to you as he puts a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles into your skin, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean a word I said. I was just angry; I hope you know that. I love you so much. Please don't cry. I feel awful, I really do." He leans down and kisses your head, rubbing your back until you sit up and apologize, too.
Niall: He hates himself for making you break down into tears during the fight. You stormed off after that, embarrassed because he saw you like that. When you got back home after catching a breather, he had already gone to the store and bought your favorite dessert. "I'm really sorry," he sincerely says as he embraces you, surprised when you don't fight it and hug him back, "Really, truly sorry. Slap me the next time I make you cry, please? I hate hurting you like that."
Liam: Ten minutes after the fight, he sees you in the same position on the couch, your arms stubbornly crossed over your chest as you try to fight back anger. He slowly plops down next to you, letting out a sigh as he carefully puts an arm around your shoulders, bringing you to his side. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he admits, "I guess you're right; we both need to learn how to handle things like real adults. I'm sorry for yelling at you. If I lend you my Woody doll, will you forgive me...?" His adorableness makes you smile a little. (Okay, a lot.)
Zayn: You've locked yourself in the bathroom, trying to hold yourself together in the corner as you cry yourself out, really hurt by the things he had said to you. He approaches the door, knocking gently. "Y/N?" He sighs, pressing both palms flat against the door, "You have every right to be upset. I said some really nasty things, and I know that now. All I'm asking is for you to come out here and let me make it up to you. Please? I rented you your favorite movie...." When you stay quiet, his voice breaks off, "Y/N. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. I can't say that enough. I'm so sorry, babygirl." You're apologetic, too, feeling really bad now. You unlock and open the door and he can't help but let his face uphold a relieved smile.
Harry: You're curled up in bed, asleep after many hours of fuming, when he returns back home. He quietly strips off his shirt and jeans, crawling under the covers next to you. You groan groggily when you feel his arms wrap around your waist, knowing it was him as you were still mad. He's too strong for you, though, keeping his hands on your hips as he guides his lips to your neck. "I love you, never forget that. No matter how many times we fight, no matter how many rude things we say to each other. I love you... and I'm sorry." Sleepily, you sigh and turn to him, snuggling in his embrace before you two make up.