1D AND 5SOS One Shots

Michael - What a Dick

Bridget just want to finish her book. That’s all she wants. To finish her book. But, no, she just had to sign up to be the football water girl and now she’s stuck outside in the cold, on a cold bench handing gross sweaty boys bottles of water.

Why, oh, why did she have to promise her mom she would get more involved in school? Isn’t spending your lunch in the library enough involvement? She loves to read so at least she’s surrounded by something she loves.

She didn’t bring a heavy enough jacket so she’s shivering, her hands are shaking so much she can barely turn the pages of her book. Plus, it’s so windy she can’t keep her book open or her hair out of her eyes.

“Water.” A deep voice says followed by the sound of snapping fingers. She looks up at the person the voice came from.

“Did you just snap our fingers at me?” Bridget spits, she’s not in the mood to be bossed around. The guy’s eyes go wide and he starts to shake his head. She snaps her book shut and slams it down on the bench before standing up. His six foot height not bothering her. She’s beyond pissed.

“I’m so sick and tired of you fuckings pricks thinking you can boss me around! Just because I fill your stupid fucking water bottles doesn’t mean I at your beck and call!” She screams.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be a prick. Here take my sweater, you look cold.” He says grabbing his sweater off the bench.

“I don’t want your fucking sweater.” She says plopping down on the bench and opening her book again. He just nods his head and jogs away.

He jogs over to his friends. When he reaches them they're all laughing at him.

“Dude, the nerdy girl from our Chemistry totally just told you off.” Ashton says laughing. Michael’s face goes red.

“Shut up.” Michael says causing Ashton to laugh harder.

“Her name is Bridget.” Luke pipes in before running away to do a drill.

“Bridget? The girl that works in the library?” Calum calls after Luke, Luke nods his head then takes a football to the gut.

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Practice ends and as the disgustingly sweaty boys gather around their couch Bridget heads out onto the field to gather the footballs. She picks them up one by one and pulls them in the bag she’s dragging behind her.

She walks up to the last ball and stops to look at the goal. I bet I could kick this ball into the goal. I watch the boys do it every practice it should be easy enough.She thinks. She walks around the ball and sets down the bag she’s holding. She pulls her leg back and kick the ball as hard as she can. It sails across the field and lands with a thud right in the middle of the goal.

“And the crowd goes wild! Ahh!” She screams running in a circle. “Woo!” She yells, jumping in the air and all of the boys slowly turn to look at her.

She pauses and her face goes red of embarrassment. “Sorry!” She calls over to them, then she grabs the ball bag and races down the field to snatch up the one she just kicked.

Michael watches as she runs across the field and he smiles. He’s always had the smallest crush on her but now that he was a giant dick to her she’ll probably never go on a date with him.

“Better luck next time mate.” Luke says slapping him on the back before jogging to the locker room with Calum and Ashton.

Michael waits for a little bit watching Bridget dance around the field. He thinks for a seconds then jogs out to the middle of the field and grabs her hand spinning her in a circle. She gasps and rest her hands on his chest.

“Sorry I was such a prick earlier.” Michael says all of his confidence slowly draining. She smiles slightly.

“Nah, it’s okay. I was just having a bad day and took it out on you.” She says tying the ball bag up. She looks at Michael again and the wind blows her hair into her face.

Michael’s quick to brush the few out of place hairs behind her ear.

“You have pretty eyes.” Michael says causing Bridget to blush. This is the most a boy has ever talked to her. She smiles and pecks him on the cheek.

“See you at practice tomorrow.” She quickly says. Why the hell did I just kiss him on the cheek? What is wrong with me? She wonders shaking her as she picks up the ball bag.

She feels a finger under her chin and she looks up. Michael cups her cheek and kisses her on the lips. She freezes for a second not knowing what to do with her hands, then she feels Michael wrap an arm around her. This is really happening. She comes to her senses and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back.

Michael pulls away and rubs his thumb across her cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”