"Niall! I'm sorry!... Niall?" Zayn called from downstairs. As he trudged his way upstairs and settled his hand on the handle. "Niall… can we just talk about it? You know I didn't mean to do that." When he pushed down on the handle only to find that it was locked, he began knocking.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Repeatedly.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Kno-

Niall swung the door open in irritation and rushed to the bathroom avoiding his boyfriends beautiful gaze. He knew as soon as he looked into his deep, dark chocolaty eyes, he'd immediately forgive him. Niall knew he may have been overreacting, but in the long time that the two have known each other, Zayn should have known where the line was drawn.

Niall shed his soaked clothes and took a nice, long, warm bath. It wasn't long, as expected, until Zayn poked his head through the door reluctantly. He grew disappointed with himself when Niall forced the shower curtains closed.

He had really pushed it.