Michael:
~Water Polo~
You were the captain of your school's girls' water polo team. You played a forward position, meaning you were constantly in the thick of the action. As you dove forward to slam the ball into the opposite goal, you heard an Australian accent cheer you on. "Wohooo, Y/N! That's right babe, you show 'em!" As soon as you scored the point, you whipped your head around, looking for the owner of the voice. A reverse-skunk dyed hairstyle caught your eye. "Michael, " you whispered happily.
About half an hour later, after you had scored the final point for your team and winning the game, someone wrapped a towel around your shoulders. "You were wondeful, Y/N," Michael said, kissing your cheek. "Mikey, you made it! I thought you had to go in and record today," you squealed, throwing your arms around him in a tight embrace. "Me too, but I asked the boys about it and they were fine with me coming to see you," he replied. Holding you closer, Michael whispered, "Babe, you are badass!" Giggling, you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed his lips.
Ashton:
~Softball~
Today was the first time your boyfriend, Ashton, was able to come to one of your softball games. You were a bit nervous; you didn't want to mess up in front of Ashton. "Don't be nervous, love," Ashton said simply, throwing an arm over your shoulder. "I've seen you practice, and I know you'll do great today." You nodded, still unsure.
Your team was up to bat first. You were fourth in line, the "clean-up" batter. As you strapped your helmet, you tapped the plate with your bat once and eyed the pitcher. When it happened, you realized you had never seen such a fast pitch. Swinging the bat, you hear the loud *ping* when the ball contacted your bat. You dropped the bat and sprinted as fast as possible, signalling to the other girls on base to do the same. "GRANDSLAM!" Called the Umpire. You were shocked. Never in your eleven years of playing softball had you hit a grandslam. "YEAH, Y/N! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND! WOO WHOOP YES WAY TO GO BABE, YOU'RE AMAZING!" Ashton yelled from the bleachers. He was waving at you furiously, and you couldn't help but blush and wave back.
Luke:
~Volleyball~
You were a pretty tall girl. You played volleyball in middle school and continued to do so in high school. You were in your room getting ready for the varsity game and Luke was waiting for you in the kitchen. "Hey," Luke called, "your phone vibrated, sweetheart. Want me to check it?" "Yeah!" You shouted back. Heading into the kitchen, ready to go, Luke started reading the text. "It's your coach, and she says that your front middle won't be there today, so you have to go in." You froze. "Baby, it's okay," Luke reassured, getting up and rubbing your back. "You can play any position on that court. You know the game so well." You remained silent.
Halfway into the game, you were amazed with how well you were playing this new position. This was the fifth game being played; both teams had won two and this game would determine the winning side. As the opposite team served, you watched the ball shoot straight towards your Liberro, who easily upped the ball. "Two, two, two!" She cried, setting you up for a hit. As you leapt off the ground, you slammed the volleyball as hard as you could onto the other side. The ball hit the ground so hard that it bounced nearly straight up. From the stands, you heard a long, loud whistle. There was Luke, standing up and whistling over and over again. Once the game finished and your team had won, Luke rushed over to you. He lifted you off the ground and kissed you deeply. "That was amazing, Y/N! You had them scared shitless after that spike!" He complimented you. You laughed and thanked him. "So I wasn't a total screwup?" You asked. "Screwup? Hell no, I've never seen you play better!" He answered. The two of you kissed over and over until a janitor came by and shooed you out.
Calum:
~Soccer (Football)~
You had been playing soccer/football since before you could remember. You were playing for your high school team. When you started dating Calum, the two of you would spend hours playing one-on-one. There was a game at your school today, and Calum was coming to watch. "You're playing defense, right boo?" He asked in the car on the way. "Yup," you replied, "left defense."
The game had been going well up until about five minutes into the second half. This HIPPO of a girl was barreling towards you. You tried to stay standing, but she knocked you to the ground and basically trampled you. *TWEET TWEET* Your coach had called a timeout and rushed over to you. "Y/N," he said, "are you okay? Oh my god, you're bleeding and you're starting to bruise. How's your ankle?" You whimpered and tried to stand but failed, knees buckling as you hit the ground again. The girl who'd run you over snickered, and you got angry. You forced yourself to get off the ground and limped over to her. "Poor thing...I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not." She smirked. Out of nowhere, a fist smashed into her nose. Your fist. "Y/N! Boo, come here," Calum yelled, running towards you. Just as you were about to black out, Calum carried you off the field. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and mumbled, "Nice punch, boo."
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ahahah do you guys play sports ? i play softball and volleyball (: comment/message me what sport you play !
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-Anna :-)
