One Direction Interracial Preferences (BWWM)

He's Your Assistant Coach (Zayn)

I bet you guys are like "Finally this bitch is updating." Yeah sorry about that I've been so busy.

Zayn
You had just started playing volleyball this year when you heard there would be a new assistant coach since yours was out sick. You also thought that he would be an old man, but in reality he wasn't. Today was try-outs, and you always do your best to try and make varsity. You were practicing your serves until you seen the door open. A tanish boy walked in with a clipboard and all you could do is stare, you were staring so hard that the ball hit you in the head. "Shit" you groaned rubbing your head. You gave the girl who hit you a glare, and she shrugged her shoulders as her shoulders swung low. You were snapped out of your death glare by a whistle, your head flew up as you looked over at the assistant coach whom was littered with tattoos. Walking over with the other girls he started to speak "Hello, I'm your coach for a while. You can call me Coach Malik, I'll be subbing for Mrs. Zoterrick." All the girls who were trying out with you mouths were wide open. You rolled your eyes and looked at the coach. "So let's start of with roll call?" He said in a British accent. All the girls nearly fainted as he called out their name, then there was you. "Y/F/N Y/L/N" he calls out. Your knees weaken a little as you say here. He looks at you for a split second and you can see a small smirk go across his face. He finished up roll call and told all of your to start your serves. You grabbed a partner and started to serve the ball back and forth. Mr. Malik was walking around with the clipboard watching you guys, he blew his whistle and your groaned as your partner took her attention off the ball causing it to hit her. Everyone giggled at her whispering how she wasn't going to make the team. Mr. Malik shot them all a dreadful stare, including you. He was starring daggers into your soul. "Well, you guys we are gonna play a couple of games and I'll make the teams. Y/N you're gonna sit out three games because you injured someone who could've been hurt worse." his voice rumbled. "But coach!" you said in protest, you never had to sit out. "No buts the only but here is yours going to the seat on the sidelines." he said rolling his eyes. You stormed over to the seat as the girls started to play. You watched 3 full games as he finished. "Alright tryouts are over, postings will be up tomorrow." he said as the last game finished. "What the hell." you said storming over to him. "Hm?" he asked turning on his heel. "I got no playtime." you said as all the other girls were walking to the lockeroom. "Well who's fault is that." he lifted his eyebrow and walked away from you.