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#186: Marching Band

#186: Marching Band- toounlousual

A/N: this is an extra preference for my marching band and guard babies, I wish you all the best of luck with your upcoming shows, competitions, and performances. if you're in band or guard comment your show and/or your instrument! 

Niall: You and Niall were the only trombones in marching band that year. Two sophomores, two almost love birds. Everyone in band, including the band director wanted you together, and when the director warned you and Niall that this year you would have to play extra loudly you both turned it into a friendly competition. Each weekend you asked the majorettes to decided who was louder. It seemed to bounce back and forth between the two of you, but at the last game of the season you were declared the winner. "I'll beat you next year." he bet. "I don't think so, boy." you laughed as you started jogging through the rain toward the school. He caught up to you just as you reached the door. "I have a secret." he grinned. "What?" "You make my tromboner grow." You screeched and giggled as Niall laughed at your reaction. You tried to run away from him, but he caught your waist and turned you around. "Kiss me." you whispered. He pressed his lips to yours and the rain bounced off the two of you. "Wanna go out sometime?"

Louis: Each day in band, Louis would empty the spit valve of his trumpet down your arm. He would purposely blow out your ear drum. He was pretty mean to you. He had received detentions for it, it made you feel bad though. You kinda liked him. The one day he was ruthless. You just had to get back at him. Just as your band director came out of his office he saw you hit Louis in the face with your case. Louis and you both earned yourselves detention. The teacher left after a few minutes. Told you to stay quiet and behave. "Why do you hate me?" you asked point blank. "I don't hate you." he said. "Then why are you so mean to me?" "Because I know a guy like me couldn't have a girl like you anyways." he sighed. You turned around and looked down at your book. The Notebook. "I don't see why we can't try." you smiled.

Liam: Liam wasn't in marching band, but only because he was the quarterback on the football team. You were the unlikely couple. The band geek and the football star, but neither of you minded. You had been dating for nearly a year now. The biggest rivalry game of the year came around and both of you played your hearts out. Halfway through the third quarter, Liam was attacked. He was down. Everyone in the stands stood up, hoping the would encourage him to get up. Your band mates all were staring at you. The tears silently cascaded down your cheeks and off your chin. Liam wouldn't stand up. The paramedics decided it was wise to take him to the hospital. You pleaded with your director to let you leave but she wouldn't allow you. You waited the rest of the game and as soon as it was over you gave your uniform and flute to your friend and sped to the hospital. You found him right away. He was fine, other then his concussion. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." you told him. He just smiled and let you hug him.

Zayn: You and Zayn were the bands best percussionists. You could switch to any of the drums, but you were both placed on quads. During the school song, you and Zayn were told to toss your drumsticks across the entire band and catch the other persons. It took so much practice, but you figured it out. The game before Homecoming, Zayn attached a note to one drumstick. You caught it and opened it. 'Will you be my Homecoming date?" it read. You screamed when you read the words and after your halftime show performance you sprinted across the field to accept his offer.

Harry: Harry came into the school year late. The new kid. You made friends with him pretty quickly, but he still felt so different than everyone else. The one day he confided to you that he felt like an outcast. Like the odd one out. "You should join band." you suggested. "Band is a place for misfits." Harry agreed to join, so for the next week you figured out which instrument he should play. Somehow, he decided on a saxophone. He ended up being the best one in there. Marching band was even more fun with him around.

A/N 2.0: we're not allowed to have pda when we're in uniform :/ but, I really love band couples, are you 1/2 of a band couple?