Niall: "I don't know what it is that I've done wrong, but whatever it is...I'm sorry." He came home super late last night for the fourth time this week. It was beginning to get on your nerves how much of his free time he'd spent out at the local pub, when he could be spending alone time with you. You sat there silently, still not talking to him. He sighed, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. He sat across from you at the table with his head in his hands. He seemed genuinely upset. "Ni, it's because you choose to come home so late. I miss spending time with you." He looked from from his hands and apologized over and over again, promising to spend more time with you.
Zayn: "Well, if you're not going to answer me..." Zayn walked out of the room. Curious as to where he could be going, you followed after him. He had your laptop in his hands way high in the air. "Don't make me throw it." Your eyes grew wide and you shook your head. You ran up to him, jumping up at your laptop, trying your very best to receive it. His mischievous smile never left his face. "Zayn! Please! I'll talk to you! Just don't do it!" He laughed and placed the laptop back on the table. "I knew that'd get you..." You rolled your eyes and hit his side playfully, as he pulled you in for a tight squeeze and a kiss.
Louis: There's nothing that gets on your nerves more than Louis' diva moods. Every so often he'll get aggravated over the littlest thing possible, and start going off like he's lost an arm or a leg. So this time you've decided to give him the silent treatment. "Why are you so quiet?" You kept staring off into space, totally ignoring the fact he was talking to you. "Babe?" Again, you said nothing. "Silent treatment aye? Two can play at that game." He sat opposite you on the couch, staring off into the same little corner. Ages seem to pass by and you couldn't take it anymore. "Louis fine! You win!" He jumped up and did a little victory dance.
Liam: "Babe..." Liam nuzzled his face into your neck. Planting kisses to and from your collarbone. "I'm sorry for what I said." Earlier today you'd joined Liam and the boys at a charity event. Liam was off talking to an interviewer, when he mentioned one of your secrets to the press. You were totally embarrassed! "(Y/N), I'll admit it was completely stupid of me. I deserve the silent treatment. But I just really hope you know I truly am sorry for saying it." You nodded your head and kissed the tip of his nose. "I know you didn't mean it. But please, next time try not to okay?" He nodded his head and his lips formed into a smile. How could you stay mad at a face like that?