One Direction Preferences

183-Apologizing

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Louis: You know he’s there, you heard the door open and could almost feel his presence as he walked into the room. He hesitates a second before mumbling out a short, “Hi,” and when he gets no response, he steps further into the room, kneeling before you, “you know I didn’t mean it. I’m really sorry, darling, you know that right?” he’s rambling now, taking your hands in his and going on about how sorry he is because he really really doesn’t want you upset with him. 

Harry: He walks in with this awful frown across his lips and a distant look in his eyes and his hair is a mess from running his fingers through it and to be honest, the sight breaks your heart. But you hold your ground and eye him questioningly as he strides across the room, stopping a few feet away as if he’ll break the fragile silence, and your respect if he steps any closer. Then apologies are spilling from his lips along with halfhearted explanations and words of adoration as you chuckle and pull him into your arms. 

Niall: His arms are around your body, and when you don’t respond to him he sighs. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he’s holding you tighter and muttering a quiet whine into your skin, “Baby,” and his arms are progressively wrapping tighter and tighter around you. And you’re smiling because you can’t stay mad at him and he’s being adorably childish, so finally when your arms wrap around his back, his head shoots up and he’s peppering kisses to your face and apologizing between each one. 

Zayn: You’re awake, but you close your eyes and breathe deeply, feigning sleep as light floods the room, feeling the bed shift as he crawls in. His arm snakes around your waist, “I know you’re awake” he murmurs in your ear, lips skimming the skin there, his breath – though warm—sends shivers through your body, “I’m sorry for snapping at you, I’ve had a long day and I know that’s no excuse but I don’t want you mad at me” 

Liam: “I’m sorry for being mean” he mumbles, his eyes directed at the ground and his voice quiet. You turn to look at him because his voice is raw and his eyes are red and he just sounds so upset. Your eyes soften and your heart melts as he smiles softly, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly, and he’s still mumbling how sorry he is, and how he hates you being mad at him. But then, everything’s okay again, like you knew it would be