Louis: While cooking dinner, you hear the door open and Louis’ shoes get kicked off as he enters the kitchen. “How was practice sweetie?” Before answering, he comes behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, giving you a squeeze. “Good, I think we’ve got quite the team this year.” You smile, knowing how much he cares about the high school team he coaches, not just as a coach but also as a friend to the kids. As he grabs plates and silverware for the table, you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he figures out positions and plays. You chuckle and sit down next to him, giving his hand a squeeze. Meeting his gaze, you tell him, “Well they’ve got a great leader Coach Louis.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hand in thanks.
Harry: His large hands are only enhanced as he straps on his goalie gloves, smacking them together as he positions himself in the net. You smirk as you position yourself several feet from the goalie box, stretching before making your advance. Picking up speed, you momentarily look up to see Harry crouched, hands spread at his sides, shuffling back and forth. Faking left, you launch the ball towards the right. Harry dives, narrowly blocking the ball from crossing into the net. You huff in frustration as he picks himself up to meet you halfway. Seeing your expression, he only chuckles, tossing you the ball to try again. Coming close, his lips brush your ear, whispering, “Well you know I have big hands.”
Niall: You sit outside the locker room, waiting for Niall to appear after his shower. While anticipating his arrival, you think back to the game you just witnessed. A blush crawls across your cheeks as images of his strong legs sprinting across the field and his shoulders pushing against defenders flicker across your mind. Stepping out, Niall finds you grinning to yourself, and he can’t help but laugh. Your head snaps up, cheeks reddening even further. “Good game,” you murmur as he throws his arm around your shoulders. Pressing a kiss to your head, he smiles and replies, “Well I have to thank my good luck charm for showing up.” You can only shake your head, thinking how silly it is that he thinks you represent so much. As if reading your thoughts, he looks you in the eye and says, “It’s true.”
Liam: Your distant view from the bleachers doesn’t keep you from imagining the way Liam’s back muscles twist and flex under his jersey as he throws himself into a bicycle kick. Letting out a cheer as the ball sails into the upper left corner of the net and past the goalie’s hands right at the buzzer, you run down the steps towards the field. Never mind his sweat, you happily run into his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck as he swings you around. Setting you down, he rids himself of his shirt, wiping his forehead with the sleeve. You can’t help but admire the view of his strong chest and stomach, still tense with exertion. He catches you gawking, letting out a small chuckle before pulling you in for a kiss, not caring about the hoots he receives from his teammates
Zayn: You can’t help but laugh as Zayn clowns around on his knees, playing with your two kids as they try and dribble the soccer ball past their dad. Soon enough they have ended up in a pile on the grass due to Zayn’s wrapping an arm around each child, blocking them from moving forward. “Daddy, you cheated!” they yell in between giggles. “What? Me? No…” he tells them, allowing them to pick themselves up and run towards the makeshift goal behind him. He half-heartedly chases after them, letting them to score, watching as they run around in victory circles. Catching them again, he ruffles their hair and treats them to high-fives. He may not be a soccer star in real life, but to you and your kids he’s a champion
