One Direction One Shots 2

Batter Up (Narry Threesome)

17, 32. Horan, Styles. I saw the print everywhere. On home made shirts that girls wore, with numbers written on their cheeks and any other place Niall and Harry would doodle on a willing girl on game day in the middle of class. Hunt High School had such pride for the baseball team that it reinstated the whole view of comradery, something that not even the long-time principal saw until Niall Horan and Harry Style enrolled and became Hunt Hawks on a foreign exchange leave. 

Both seniors had grown up as family friends, their fathers owning the most prestigious law firm in London. I had always thought that California guys were the epitome of sleazy douchebags; Niall and Harry quickly dispelled that thought when I met them on their first day. Tall and lanky, they opted not to play basketball, but rather baseball; many of the girls they met convinced them that baseball players were the ones to rake in the most hookups by the end of the season. There wasn’t anything more to it, and they immediately tried out and got spots on the team. 

Baseball was huge in our town; my father had played it, as did my brothers, and I had dated a fair amount of players. The term was well-fitting, as all of the baseball players I knew were incredibly cocky, using their charm to get anybody to do things for them when they pleased. Harry and Niall were no different; in fact, they epitomized the charming all star student persona to a tee. If not even for the known fact that they had the best stats on the team in years, the soothing Cheshire accent coinciding with the rowdy Mullingar one completely won over the teachers, staff, guys, and girls that pined over them. 

I was well-known at my school, friends with people that would use the term ‘popular’ to describe their status on the incredulous food chain of high school, but they knew and respected that I was just a friendly person that got to know everyone. I came from a slightly upper-middle class family but everybody I knew seemed to have parents in the medical and law fields. I knew firsthand the type of arrogance they carried and used over the rest of the student body’s heads. I was aware of the selfish and ridiculous ways of the people I surrounded myself with, but they tolerated me and figured I was the one to hold us together in case one of us would fuck up. 

To the guys, I was teased for never putting out and keeping them on their toes. They said that my body was the best prize to any sort of challenge or barricade I put up to their advances. I could only sympathize as I knew that all the guys would get bruised egos from my stone-cold tendencies at their passes at me. Most of my guy friends eventually gave up, realizing that I couldn’t be another notch in their bed. I was taunted for being the frigid bitch that didn’t sleep around, but they must have respected that as they still remained as kind as they could be to a girl that wouldn’t blow them. Harry and Niall, on the other hand, tried to pick me up on a daily occurrence. Anybody would have slept with them even if they hadn’t played well, but they caught on quickly with their athletic abilities. 

Harry was an incredible pitcher and could swing at 95 miles an hour, while Niall was the best man in the outfield catching every shit swing from the opposing team and the best runner for Hunt. They knew they were good, smug looks on their faces as girls would praise them and use incorrect terms of the game as the guys could easily look down their shirts from the added height to their already tall, athletic frames from their cleats. 

I sat in the back of Trig and Statistics with the both of them at the last period every day. I handled them like I handled everybody; tolerating them and even enjoying the amusement they’d provide. I was the only junior in the class and somehow meandered through all the terminology with ease, usually spending my time pretending to listen to the teacher and do my work while I just listened to the aloof conversations between Niall and Harry. Most of the time they’d talk about missing home or the big game coming up against our rival school, but whenever I decided to chime in they’d mess with their snapbacks and pop their gum in my ear. Their immaturity was a turn off but I couldn’t help but wonder how good they must be in bed considering they had both slept with half of the girls in our school.