Preferences/Imagines w/ one direction.

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17. Silent Treatment

17# silent treatment

Note: dis is no good man

Harry: “Baby, please,” Harry sat down next to you on the couch, grabbing one of your hands with his, “Please talk to me.” You paid no attention to Harry as you kept watching the television. “I can get you to talk…,” he murmured quietly. Your eyes widened, but you avoided his gaze. Harry pulled you into his lap, and gently began sucking and kissing the sweet spot right beneath your ear. You bit your lip, trying to suffice a moan, and stayed focused on your E! reality show. Harry nipped at the skin, breaking it and soothing it instantly. “Ohh… Harry,” your eyes closed as you released a moan. “I WIN!” Harry victoriously threw his arms in the air, knocking you to the ground, and causing the both of you to start laughing. 

Zayn: “Noooo,” Zayn playfully whined, coming up to you in the kitchen while you were cooking, “I hate this game. I hate this game so, so much. Please.” You kept your lips in a thin line, refusing to talk to him. “I need to hear your voice!” Zayn persisted, and you stayed silent. A devilish smirk crossed his face, and he ran into the other room and came in - on the phone with Louis. “Oh, [Y/N]?” He smirked, “Oh, she’s crazy in bed. She does this one thing where-” “ZAYN MALIK!” You threw your wooden spoon down and looked at him. Zayn winked at you and left the kitchen, and you groaned. 

Liam: “I really wish my baby would say something…,” Liam started singing while holding you from behind, “Because I know I did something wrongggg,” he giggled, “But she won’t tell meeee…,” he continued to sing like a drowning cat. You rolled your eyes and moved away from him, going to your room to change. “Pleeease talk to meeee!” Liam continued to go farther and farther off key until he was screeching. “Li!” You shrieked from the bedroom, “You’re going to kill your voice!” “I WIN!” 

Louis: “Oh the silent treatment, eh?” Louis furrowed his brow, looking at you. “You know there are ways of making you talk, miss?” Louis put on some fake Russian accent like a bad remake of a Bond movie. You rolled your eyes and put your attention back to the book that you were reading. Louis came around to you and started poking your cheek. “Poke. Poke. Poke.” You continued to annoy him. He moved behind you and starting playing with your hair, tugging on it a little bit. “Boing. Boing. Boing.” He bounced with the curls. He continued to do this until you finally threw the book at him, “LOUIS TOMLINSON!” “Yes, beautiful? No need to shout.” 

Niall: “Please? Please?” Niall pouted at you, flashing those Irish baby blues to get you to try and talk. “Please talk to me.” You crossed your arms and held your ground. Niall gently cupped your face in his hands and looked at you. “Your voice makes me so happy. It’s like music. I swear, I know how corny that is. But you hate how it sounds sometimes, and you think you sound like a goose when you laugh, but I love it. I couldn’t go a day without it. I call sometimes when I’m on tour, knowing I’ll get your voicemail, just so I can get my quota in-” You stopped him with a kiss, then pulled away, smirking, “You little freaking charmer.”

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