One Direction Preferences *Taking Requests*

One Direction Preferences


6. First Fight (part 1)


You stormed into your flat, severely pissed off and walked into the kitchen. Seconds later, you heard Harry come through the door after you. You heard him call you.

"Y/N. Come out, I wanna talk to you about this."

"Well I don't want to talk to you!" You yelled in response. You guys had been out for dinner and Harry had basically ignored you the whole evening, texting on his phone. You were so annoyed at him.

You took a few deep breaths and walked out into the hallway. Instantly seeing you, he began blurting things out.

"Y/N. Can we please just talk this over?" He asked. You glared at him.

"Harry, I've had a really stressful week and I was really looking forward to going out and spending some time with my boyfriend but instead, you spend the whole night texting! I really don't want to talk to you right now!" You turned to leave but Harry wasn't finished yet.

"I don't even see why you have a problem with it? I have every right to text my friends."

That was the last straw for you. Barging past him, you flung open the front door and ran away, leaving him alone.


You had finished a stressful day at work and all you wanted was to get home and sit down. Opening the door to your flat, you were met with a huge mess. You gasped. Liam had promised to clean this up. Marching down the hall to the bedroom you saw him fast asleep in bed. You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm before grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it. He instantly woke up.

"Y/N! What the hell!"

"Liam, I've just finished a really hard day at work! I've been yelled at by my boss and worked to my limit and when I come home I find you asleep and the place a mess! I think I have a right to be mad!" You yelled at him.

"Well it's not exactly my fault. I've been working hard to, why is my responsibility to do everything?"

Your anger levels were rising. "Everything?! Are you freaking kidding me? It would have taken you no more than fifteen minutes to clean! I can't believe you!" Without giving him a chance to reply, you turned and walked out of the flat, slamming the door behind you.


You were sat on the sofa in your flat, waiting for Louis to come home. He had been gone for almost two and a half hours and you were worried sick. He was never this late home.

After another twenty minutes, you heard him come through the front door. Leaping up, you glared at him.

"Louis, where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick about you?"

Louis blinked. "I was just out with the guys. That's all."

"You didn't think to call or text me? For god's sake, you've been gone for more than two hours."

Louis sighed. "Seriously Y/N, stop being so clingy."

You stopped in your tracks, widening your eyes. Brushing past him, you ran out the apartment.


You were both out at the bar with the rest of the guys and you were sat alone. You and Liam were the only sober ones, everyone else was drinking.

After a few minutes, you were approached some drunk weirdo who began hitting on you.

"Hey, pretty lady. Wanna dance?" He slurred. You shook your head.

"I'm good thanks."

This guy wasn't giving up. He got closer. Liam, who was sat beside you, defended you.

 "Dude, leave her alone." The guy just smirked and grabbed your arm. That was the moment Niall decided to appear.

"Y/N, what the hell?" He yelled, pulling you apart.

"Niall, seriously, it's not what you think."

"What? I'm gone for ten minutes and you flirt with the first guy you see?"

"Niall, I wasn't flirting. And you're extremely drunk right now, you don't know what you're saying!"

"I know my girlfriend was just hooking up with some random guy!"

You glared at him before getting up and leaving the bar.


You were sat at home flicking through a magazine when you heard Zayn come through the door, slamming it behind him. Going into the front room you saw him pacing nervously.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You asked him. He looked up at you, glaring.

"I don't know. Maybe you could explain why all the papers say you were caught in public kissing another guy?"

You were confused and a little surprised that Zayn would believe that.

"Zayn, I didn't kiss any other guy. Why would you even believe a rumour like that?"

"Because they provided me with a picture," he said before tossing a newspaper he held in his hand at you. "It looks pretty genuine to me," he exclaimed before storming out of the flat, leaving you baffled.



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