One Direction Preferences

Preference 16: He goes to your swim meet

He goes to your swim meet   

Harry: You looked in stands, to see if your boyfriend had made it. Nope. Only people that were present, were your parents and a empty seat. You shook your head. You couldn’t believe, he wasn’t going to show up. It was your turn and you walked to the edge. You couldn’t let this get to you. This was a important day in your life. You were about to jump in, until you heard a shout. “Woo, that’s my baby." You turned around and saw Harry. Everyone was giving him dirty looks, for breaking the silence. You smiled big and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. “Uh, number 19?" the announcer called. You turned around and concentrated again. You got first place and Harry took you out to eat.

Louis: “Okay, you got this babe. Push them other bitches out the way. You got this." Louis told you, sounding like a coach. You laughed. “Lou, I can’t. That would get me disqualified." “Fine. But remember, it’s all in the legs. The legs." Louis said, squatting. The announcer called your number and you got ready to go meet up. Louis gave you a kiss and wished you good luck. You stood at the edge of the pool, along with four other girls. The gym was silent. “You go girl." Louis shouted. “Mr. Tomlinson, do we need to escort you out, again?" the announcer asked Louis. “No, no, my good sir." Louis said, acting like he zipped his mouth and threw the key. The gym fell silent again. The gun popped and you flew into the water. You got first place. Louis lifted you up. He told everyone that passed by, that you were his girl.

Niall: He was late. As usual. You didn’t even expect for him to turn up on time. “Number 26." the announcer called. You breathed, trying to remain calm. The silence in the room, really calmed your nerves. “I’m here. I’m here. I am here." You heard your boyfriend, Niall, shout. You turned and watch him make his way up the bleachers. “Excuse me. Excuse me. Ooooh, what’s that, a quesadilla or something? Does it have bacon? Nahh, it’s not real without the bacon. Excuse me. Excuse me. Finally, the top. Jesus, why so many bleachers?" Niall complained. You made eye contact with him and cut your eyes at him. He just gave you a cute smile. You didn’t get first place, but you got second. Niall still was proud of you.

Liam: It was Liam, of course he was on time and ready. He had a poster, a t shirt, and roses, for when you got first place. You loved that he was so excited and proud of you. “You’re going to do great, babe." Liam gushed. “I just hope I get first place." You continued to stretch. “Even if you don’t, you’ll be my winner." Liam said. You couldn’t help but smile. You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Number 32." The announcer said. You walked to the edge. You jumped in. You didn’t believe it, when you were awarded first place. Liam ran to you and whispered in your ear,"I told you."

Zayn: “That’s ALOT of water. Are you sure you’re going to be alright?" Zayn asked, scratching the back of his neck. You giggled at his cuteness. “Yes, Zayn. I’ll live." You put your number on your swimsuit. “Uh, alright. Well, I’m going to go sit by your parents. Good luck, babe." Zayn leaned down and kissed your cheek. You reached into your bag and pulled out your charm necklace. Zayn had got it for you on your birthday. It had turned into your good luck charm. You kissed the necklace. The announcer called your number. You quickly stood and went to the edge. The gun went off. The rest was a blur. You couldn’t believe, you got first place. Zayn was so excited for you. “You’re amazing, love." You hugged him. Thank you, Zayn’s necklace, you thought.