One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Baseball/Softball Couple

-Freshman Year-
Well, it was that time of year for softball season. Tryouts this year were very important and scary, due to the fact that it was your first year of high school
Sure I knew some girls from classes, from elementary school, and even one was my neighbor. But making friends wasn't the scary thing. Making the team for my dad was.
My dad and me have shared a passion for softball ever since I was a seven year old girl, just starting out my career. No, he doesn't make me play. I love the game to bits and I'm so happy he introduced me to it.
Now, back to the tryout I'm currently in.
The head coach of the team is an absolute nut job, I already know that much.(what I'm about to say is true, this is my high school softball coach he's fucking crazy😂)
When he's mad at us, he scratches his nose so hard he bleeds. He kicks and climbs poles, throws his clipboard, and tells us we suck.
Sounds like the coach you want, right? I learned all this from my neighbor, whose a senior so she has dealt with him for a while.
But he's the varsity coach. I'll be satisfied if I make junior varsity this year. All I want is to play the game I love.
After three long days of 6-9 pm tryouts, he had finally gathered us all in the gym. I think I had shown my full potential- from throwing to running to batting. I know how to play the game well, I'm confident in myself.
"Okay so me and the other coaches are going to go to the other side of the gym, call you all out one by one and tell you what team you made, or if you got cut" the head coach told. We all nodded, putting our stuff away as the first girl was called over. I took a deep breath, wiping my sweaty forehead with the sleeve of my shirt.

Time felt like it was going by incredibly slow, and I was one of the last girls standing here as everyone else up and left when they were done.
"Y/N" I jumped at the sound of my name, walking as casually as I could over to the coaches
"I see great potential in you, you really showed us how good of a player you are these past few days. You're on jv congratulations"
"Thank you so much" I couldn't help but smile wide, walking down the stairs to be met by the group of curios wide eyed girls
"Junior varsity" I smiled, all of them congratulating me as some of my friends high fived me.

And well, that's how it all began.

-practice-
The junior varsity coaches don't know shit. I wish I could go join varsity and improve myself, but instead I'm stuck here with these idiots who don't know a thing about softball.
"I think we should just hit. We weren't hitting well during our last game" I proposed. Well, the last few games honestly. It's halfway through the season, and we have been in the slumps. Someone needs to step up and coach these girls, which is what I have been kinda doing the past few days.
"Sure. Y/N/N you can be up first then. Everyone go to their positions, I'll throw from the pitchers mound to you" my coach agreed. I smiled as I finally had my way and we were practicing  something we actually needed to, instead of just fielding balls all day.
The first few I hit grounders up the left side, knowing I was swinging way to early and pulling it I tried to sit back and wait on the ball. Just as I hit a line drive up the middle, I heard chatter from the girls on my team in the infield
"The baseball team is so hot" I heard from the first baseman, who couldn't take her eyes off of something behind me. I just continued to hit, not really caring if they were behind me. But also, secretly trying to show them that I could hit really well.
I started hitting bombs over the left fielders head, hearing a whistle from behind me along with some comment along the lines of
"Woo that's out of here"
I turned around quickly while my coach was picking up more softballs, noticing two boys stopped and watching me hit, the rest of the team either in front of them and walking to the baseball field or behind them still making their way.
I turned around and got in my swinging stance, focusing on my coaches hand as the ball left it. There went another one over the center fielders head.
"She can hit dude" one kid muttered to their friend, Irish accent clearly being heard. I hit a few grounders to the short stop then hit a few line drives to the outfield before hitting was over, and I went to pick up the balls at the backstop that I didn't swing at since they weren't strikes.
"You've got a hell of a swing on ya" I heard from above me. I looked up through my helmet. Noticing a boy with blonde hair standing right behind the fence. His friend must've left.
"Thanks" I laughed it off, picking up more softballs from the backstop.
"HORAN! LETS GO!" His coach yelled, causing him to roll his eyes
"What's your name?" He asked, shifting his baseball bag on his shoulder. That's when I noticed the baseball pants he had on along with an old baseball tee.
"Don't you think you should be going to practice?" I smirked, standing up with the 7 softballs in my hands. He just smirked right back at me, slowly backing away from the fence
"I'll hear from you again, ya slugger" (for all you non Americans, slugger means a strong hitter) he didn't wipe the smile off his face as he walked away, and neither could you.
"Y/N/N, you coming with those balls or what?" My coach called.
"Yeah, sorry" I whispered, still not wiping the smile off my face as I tossed him the balls. Clearly I was still daydreaming about that boy. He was cute.