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#146: London 2012- You're a Gymnast

#146: London 2012- You're a Gymnast - takemeee-home-one-direction

Zayn: You breathed a sigh of relief as you landed on your feet after practicing a part of your floor routine. Your coach nodded in approval and told you to take a break. Sitting on a bench, you took a sip of your water bottle staring at the floor of the gym. Winning gold would be your dream come true and the fact that it’s just in your reach almost scares you. “There’s my favorite gymnast.” You turned around and smiled as Zayn walked in. You got up from the bench and met him with a hug and a kiss. “Probably the only gymnast you know,” you pointed out with a smile as you pulled away. He chuckled, “You would still be my favorite babe. Are you ready for tomorrow?” You shrugged and took his hand, leading him to the bench where you both sat down. “More or less. I’m just scared,” you admitted. “There’s nothing to be scared of love,” he assured you, putting his arm around you. You nodded your head, “There is. Winning gold is one of my dreams. And to think that if I mess up it could be out of my reach is pretty scary.” His arm around you tightened, “Don’t be scared babe. You’re so good at what you do. And the fact that you’re even in the Olympics makes me really proud.” You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Love you,” you said quietly, thanking him for comforting you. “I love you too,” he said back. You ended up winning four gold medals, a smiling Zayn watching from the crowd. And of course the other One Direction boys who seemed to go all out with the face paint and posters. 

Liam: “Breathe babe. You’re going to be great. You’ve practically been training for this your whole life. Breathe in and out. In. Out. Take-“ You placed your hand over your boyfriends mouth, eyeing him wearily. “You seem more nervous than me,” you said with a laugh, taking your hand back. He chuckled and said, “You’re right. It’s just I know how much you want to win and I really want that for you.” You smiled as he gathered your hand in his and kissed it softly. Your coach appeared behind Liam and you saw him getting impatient. “I think I have to go,” you told him, your nerves now kicking in. “You’re going to do amazing (Y/N),” Liam assured you as he gave you a sweet kiss. His encouraging words calmed you down and just like that you came home to him and the other boys with four gold medals. “These are fancy (Y/N),” Louis complimented as he poked one of them. “Don’t touch it!” Zayn exclaimed as Louis continued to mess with them. “They’re gold, it’s not like they’ll break!” the four other boys continued to have silly banter over the medals, leaving you with Liam. “I told you so,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. “Told me what?” you asked as you smiled at him. “That you would do amazing,” he kissed your forehead before making his way down to your lips. “And don’t worry. I’ll get the boys to stop messing around with your medals.” 

Niall: Unfortunately, Niall couldn’t score tickets to the Olympics to watch you in person so he had the boys and their girlfriends come over to the flat you two shared to watch your events. They all had brought food over, knowing how hungry Niall could get. But his eyes were glued to the TV screen, waiting impatiently for you to appear. Eleanor waved her hand in front of his face only to have him blink and give her a weird look. “Yep, it’s official. Niall has completely lost it,” she announced as she sat next to Louis. “You haven’t even touched your food,” Liam pointed out. “I’m nervous as hell,” he groaned and ran his hand through his hair. “(Y/N)’s going to be fine Niall,” Zayn placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Look there she is now.” Niall’s eyes shot back to the TV screen and smiled as he saw you about to perform on the beam. Cheers erupted from everyone as the commentators said your routine was absolutely amazing. Soon enough you came home to a beaming Niall with four gold medals. He gave you a classic Horan hug before saying, “I’m so proud of you babe. You deserve this,” he gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Thanks Niall. I think we ought to celebrate with some Nandos,” you grinned at him as he nodded his head enthusiastically. 

Harry: “Loving the leotard babe,” Harry said cheekily as you walked up to him. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and went back to going over your floor routine in your head. Somehow your eyes found your competition that was shamelessly checking out Harry. That was definitely not helping your nerves. “(Y/N)-“ “Not now Harry,” you cut him off, starting to pace back and forth. “This floor routine is really important. I mean what if I forget it?! Or what if my music doesn’t play? What if they don’t think I’m flexible enough? What if-“ Harry stopped your pacing by placing his hands on your waist, making you turn to him. “You’re not going to forget your routine. Your music is going to play; I’ll make sure of it. You’re flexible enough, trust me I would know,” he gave you a wink, making you laugh. “And you’re going to win babe,” he finished as he gave you a tight hug. You relaxed and hugged him back, “Thanks Harry,” you mumbled into his chest. “No problem babe. Those medals are going to look great on you.” Your routine went great and so did your vault, bars, and beam. When you returned with four gold medals he took it upon himself to take a picture and post it on Twitter for all of his fans to see. 

Louis: You laughed as Louis tried to do a cartwheel but ended up on his back instead. “Why can’t I have amazing cartwheel skills like you (Y/N)?” he asked with a pout, still on the floor of the gym. It was the day before finals and Louis decided that it would calm down your nerves if you could teach him a thing or two about gymnastics. You’re not sure if it was working but it was definitely making you laugh. “Oh come on Lou it’s easy,” you performed a simple cartwheel in which earned a round of applause from him. “Babe you’re going to crush the competition with cartwheels like that!” you laughed again, as he sat up still clapping. “Cartwheels won’t win it for me,” you said as you sat next to him, thinking about how bad you wanted to win gold. “You’re right. Your routine is. And can I just say that your routine is going to be amazing,” he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You smiled at him, “I’m just nervous.” “But there’s no need to be, because you’re going to do great.” Louis was right, you executed everything just like you wanted and ended up bringing home four gold medals. “My girlfriend’s a champion!” Louis exclaimed as he gathered you into his arms for a hug.