One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

The Jocks (Part 1) - Ziam Threesome

Y/N's POV

Everyday after school I always spend my day sitting on my school bleachers reading anything I could possibly can. Wether it was a textbook or a novel, I would always be reading something.

My friends always went home right after school to rest, while I buried my head into a book, hearing our football team practice.

They didn't mind me being here while they did, so I was pretty lucky. The coaches were super nice to me, always greeting me or asking how my day was. It was nice to know that someone actually wanted to talk to me.

So here I sit, book in my lap with my reading glasses perched on the bridge of my nose while I read my novel that I started two days ago. I was already halfway through and currently dying to read the next one.

"Hey y/n," one of the football coaches greets me. I look up from me book and smile, waving.

"Hi," I greet timidly.

"So I see you got a new book already huh?" He chuckles, causing me to laugh softly as well.

"Yeah, and I see that your football team is waiting on you," I raise an eyebrow as I look past him to see the whole team lining up.

He turns around and curses. "Oh crud! I'll see you y/n!" The coach says before scurrying off to start the warmup with the team.

My mind drifts as I watch the football team warm up. Commands being thrown at them as they run up and down the field.

Number thirteen, Zayn, the one I've always had the biggest crush on ever since freshman year. Now that were both juniors, I've been waiting for the day to walk up to him and say hi. Unfortunately that day has never arrived.

His friends are as hot as he was, all waking down the school hall and making all the girls gush. I was just a face in the crowd, covered by everyone else.

The team has gotten to know me quite a bit, and some of the players have greeted me in the past. But Zayn never did, sadly.

I keep my head down as I read, getting deeper and deeper into the storyline. The infamous guy is getting ready to tell his friends with benefits that he has feelings for her.

I'm basically pressed against my book as I continue to read, my heart sinking as I read that she doesn't feel the same way about him.

"No!" I cry out, not realizing where I am. Silence takes over as my cheeks start to burn in embarrassment. Looking up, I see the whole football team staring at me, some of them in the back laughing at the incident,

"Y/n! Are you okay?!" The coach shouts loudly, adding onto the shame of me even being here.

"Y-Yeah!" My voice cracks. "I'm fine!"

They all return to practicing, an once they turn back, I'm quick to shove my book in my bag and stand. I take my glasses off and open my bag to grab my glasses case, but frown once I don't see it at all.

I place my butt back on the bleachers and start digging through my bag, sifting through all my clutter and pencils.

"Great," I murmur to myself. I shut my bag with frustration, placing the glasses in my lap before covering my eyes.

The sound of footsteps thump heavily against the metal structure, drawing closer and closer to my location. I'm too embarrassed to even look up, until a heavenly voice rings in my ear.

"Y/n, right?" I peer my head up to see Zayn, still in his football jersey. He places his helmet down and combs his hands through his sweaty hair, all and all making him look ten times better.