One Direction One Shots

Julie

I sat nervously in the changing rooms at the skating arena. You could hear the screams from outside. The pressure was becoming unbearable.

I sat on the bench in my skating gear and looked at the pictures that hung on the walls of famous ice skaters that have made it big. I sigh and bury my head in my hands.

I heard the door open and I didn't bother turning around. It was probably just another athlete anyway.

"Hey, calm down" The Irish accent that I loved so much drifted through the air. I turned around smiling and ran at him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him tightly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked beaming as I pulled away to look at his face. Niall smiled his braced smile and pecked me on the lips.

"I couldn't miss my girlfriend at the Winter Olympics now could I" I grinned and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"Thank you so much" I mumbled, our foreheads resting against each other.

"Anything for you Snowflake" I grinned again and pecked his cheek before releasing myself from Niall's waist.

I looked over at the skates that were hung up on my peg and sigh. I started to feel a little sick and butterflies hatched in my stomach.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and Niall's chin rested on my shoulder.

"Your going to be amazing, don't worry about it! No one's going to be kissing your American arse today" He lightened the mood. I laughed at his joke and turned around before going up on my tiptoes and kissing him softly on the lips.

Me and Niall had been dating for a year now and he made all my worries and panic go away.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Julie Newlove" A British accent sounded from behind me. I whirled around and I instantly felt sick again.

Ashley Barenmen.

Me and her were never the most friendly components. I was once training in England for a competition and I was just walking down the steps, that were in between the rows of seats in the stands, and she swung her leg round, causing me to trip over, hit my head on the concrete steps and have a concussion. I also had to be pulled out the competition because of it.

You should have seen her face.

"Still got the scar I see" She smirked and looks at my forehead. I had to have 4 stitches in it and it had hurt like hell.

"What do you want Ashley?" I snapped at her, my eyes narrowing. I feel Niall's grip around my waist tighten.

"Oh, I just wanted to wish you luck" She smiled a sickly sweet smile, waved and left. I could still tell that smirk was on her face as she walked out the door.

"She is so going to beat me" I mumbled as I put my head in my hands.

I felt an arm go around the back of my knees and soon I was being swept off the floor. Niall sat down on one of the benches and sat me on his lap. He put his finger under my chin and made me look into his crystal clear eyes.

"Julie, don't doubt yourself. She has no idea what your capable of! Your the only person I have ever seen go so high when they spin in the air. Your the only person I have seen go a million miles an hour when they twirl and your the only one that is going to win this competition. I love you so much Julie, never, ever doubt yourself again" He looked so sincere.

A smile returned to my lips as I pressed my lips to his soft ones. We pulled away and I looked deep into his eyes.

"For you, I won't" I breathed. He smiled and pecked me on the forehead, instantly making me feel better.

"Julie are you in here?" Coach Dalaway walked in and smiled at me.

"It's time to get out on the ice" I took a shaky breath and got off Niall's lap. I put my skates on and laced them up.

"Good Luck Snowflake. Not that you'll need it" I chuckled and kissed him once on the lips before I quickly left for the ice. I briefly saw Niall walk out and go to find his seat in the stands as I walked out onto the opening of the ice.

It was now or never.

-

I had just finished my routine and I stood with Coach Dalaway, awaiting the results.

"In third place" The commentators voice boomed through the speakers.

"Is Nancy Harding!" Everyone erupts into cheers as she walks up to the podium and receives her Bronze Medal, a grin plastered on her face. She was from Canada.

"In second place" The arena seemed to go quiet for a moment.

"Ashley Barenmen!" The crowd cheers again as she receives her Silver Medal, a grin tattooed on her face. Her smile faltered for a second though but it came back as quick as it had gone.

"And in first place" That was when the arena went silent. Dead silent.

"Julie Newlove!" Me and Coach scream and hug each other, tears already streaming down my face.

I walked up to the podium, the grin still plastered on my face.

I receive my Gold Medal and a bunch of flowers. I looked up into the screaming crowds and searched for Niall. I soon found him. With the rest of the boys.

They're all shouting and fist pumping and I laugh and wave at them.

"You got lucky, don't get too comfortable up there" I hear Ashley mumble from beside me, her gaze never meeting mine.

"Trust me. I will" I felt my mouth start to twitch up into a smirk and I couldn't help myself. Ashley stood frozen in place with a pissed expression on her face.

I just shook my head and waved at the crowds.

-

"JULIE!" I heard thundering footsteps and shouts as 5 boys ran into my changing room. They all jumped on me and hugged, congratulating me in various accents.

"Thank you!" I grinned as I pulled away from them all.

Niall came forward and hugged me so tight I started to lose the capability of breathing.

"Ni- Can't- Breath" I stuttered out as no air circulated through my lungs. He let go of me and I coughed a little, regaining my composure.

"Sorry" He mumbles with a slight blush. I laughed and kissed him on the lips.

"You have nothing to be sorry for" I smiled at him and he returned it, my arms wrapped around his neck and his around my waist.

In that moment nothing else seemed to matter.

Life couldn't get better than this.