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Preference- He makes you cry, but makes you feel better really quickly.

Zayn: He was your substitute coach at speed skating practice today, thanks to you, and he promised to make the team cry. Practice was going to be hard today, and you knew it, but not unitl half way through. It had been easy- until now. Since he was your boyfriend, you couldn't help but act silly in front of him. Now was the time to show him what you were made of- it was time for your favorite race- a 200 meter, or a 2 lap, sprint. You got on the line, and Zayn started you all off, with your help.

"Come on, Janel, run faster! He's on your butt!" Zayn screamed, from the center of the floor. You followed, and ran faster, only to start crying. You ran harder, faster, and all the way to the finish line.

"Not bad, Janel. 21.95 seconds. Average- 10.975; fastest- 10.94 at lap 2." Zayn said, as he looked in your direction. He heard a few sniffles come from you, so he announced that everyone could take a 5 minute break. You skated to him, and hugged you as you slammed into him, but not very hard. You automatically wrapped your arms around him as you screamed into his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Janel? Was I pushing you too hard?" Zayn asked, listening intently for your answer.

"Yea. Jeremy never pushed me that hard! I felt like you were saying that I would never be good enough for you." You said, as you continued to cry into his shoulder, earning some weird looks from the rest of the team. One of the team members came back onto the floor, and came towards Zayn.

"Uh...coach Malik, what are you doing? Hugging a team member?" The team member asked.

"It's OK, Parker. He's my boyfriend." You said, still crying into Zayn's shoulder.

"Oh....is this the one that you always talk about when Jeremy's here?"

"Yea, pretty much. I would get warmed back up if I were you." Zayn said, motioning a circle around the track. "Wow, your guys' track is small! I didn't realize that the far corner almost takes you into the wall." He continued, as Parker went to skate.

"That's why, Zayn, there is no passing allowed in that corner." Parker said, still skating the track.

"Parker, you can call me Coach Malik." Zayn said, a little ticked that one of the team members called him by his first name, especially since at the beginning, he said that no one, except for you, could call him by his first name.

"So....I love you, Zayn. You may not be the best coach in the world, but you're good enough..to me." You said, backing up slightly from Zayn. He spun you around on your front wheels, then sent you to skate.

"Go skate, Janel. You're going to need it." Zayn said, giving you a small push on the back. That was enough to get you going. Practice continued, and once it was over, you felt like Zayn was a better coach than Jeremy. You weren't going to tell him that, though...

Niall: You were at the park with him, practicing for your basketball tournament, which was in 2 days, and he wasn't going easy on you. You liked the challenge, and you took it on with courage. He went to make a shot, but he missed it, and the ball landed straight-center in your face. You stumbled back, holding your face, and screamed.

"OOWWW, Niall! That hurt!" You screamed, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. Oh, great, this can't be happening to me right now! Niall set the ball down, and ran to you. He found you crying, and automatically felt bad.

"Oh my God, did that hit your face? I'm so sorry, Janel! Please forgive me! I didn't mean for that to hit you." Niall panicked, as he tried to remove your hands from your face. Once he was able to get them down, he found a big red spot on your face, from where the ball hit. He kissed the tip of your nose, only for you to flinch back, and cry a little more. Niall gave you a Horan hug, and you hugged him back.