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Full of Surprises

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The gym buzzed with excitement as the boys and Y/N geared up for their first round of cheerleading stunts. The professional trainers, a lively team in matching cheer jackets, gathered everyone in a circle, their voices ringing with enthusiasm. The air was thick with anticipation, and the energy was contagious as everyone stretched and got into position. Y/N couldn't stop grinning—she was all in for this challenge.

"Alright, let's start simple," the lead trainer said, stepping forward. "Y/N, we're going to do a basic prep stunt. The boys just need to lift you up, keep you steady, and then bring you down gently."

"Sounds easy enough," Niall muttered, though his nervous glance at Y/N betrayed his confidence.

"Let's do it!" Y/N said, bouncing on her toes. She turned to the boys with a wide grin. "Ready, guys?"

Liam stepped up first, exuding his usual calm confidence. "Alright, no pressure. We've got this." He glanced at the others, his brow furrowing as Harry and Zayn exchanged dubious looks.

"Easy for you to say," Louis muttered, rolling his shoulders. "You're not the one trying not to drop her."

"Focus, lads!" the trainer clapped, gesturing for them to get into position. "Hands here, elbows steady, and remember—no sudden movements."

Y/N took her position, her hands gripping their wrists as the boys bent to lift her. "One, two, three—up!"

For a split second, it looked like they had it. But as Y/N rose into the air, their timing wavered. Harry's grip slipped slightly, causing Y/N to wobble precariously. Zayn overcompensated, and before anyone could react, Y/N twisted mid-air and landed with a soft thud on the mat.

"Yikes!" Y/N exclaimed, sitting up with a laugh. "That was... not the smoothest ride."

The boys froze, wide-eyed, before rushing to her side. "Are you okay?" Liam asked, his voice tight with concern.

"Totally fine!" Y/N gave them a thumbs-up, brushing imaginary dust off her leggings. "But maybe we should work on our timing a bit?"

The trainer chuckled, clapping her hands. "No worries! First attempts are always rough. Let's reset and try again."

On the second try, the boys seemed more determined, their grips tighter and their focus sharper. "Okay, no slipping this time," Harry muttered under his breath.

"One, two, three—up!" the trainer called again.

This time, Y/N rose into the air smoothly... for about two seconds. Then Louis lost his footing slightly, causing Y/N to tilt sideways. Though they managed to catch her before she hit the mat, it wasn't exactly graceful.

"Sorry!" Louis said quickly, his face flushing.

"It's okay, Lou," Y/N said with a grin, her confidence unshaken. "But maybe don't sneeze while lifting me next time?"

"I didn't sneeze!" Louis protested, but his sheepish smile gave him away.

The trainer stepped in, adjusting everyone's positions. "Let's give it one more go. Hands steady, keep your eyes on the flyer, and don't rush the lift."

With a collective sigh, the boys tried again. But this time, Niall misjudged his footing entirely. As they lifted Y/N, he stumbled backward, throwing off the balance. Y/N spun slightly and landed on her back with a dramatic groan.