5SOS Preferences

Soccer/Football ⚽

*WARNING I DO NOT KNOW ONE DAMN THING ABOUT THIS SPORT, I DID NOT PAY ATTENTION IN P.E (STILL DON'T) SO SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE *

Michael: "Run, Y/n, run!" You can hear the subtle shouts of your boyfriend, Michael, scream from the bleachers as you make your way down field.

"You got this..." You then mutter to yourself, adding to the already enthusiastic encouragement as you near the goal. The game was as of right now tied; a little over a minute remaining. Thoughts swarming your head, you position yourself ready to aim past the goalie (aha, I do know one thing).

You quickly though, before lifting back your leg, take one last look at your red haired (this kid, I swear) boyfriend watching you from his now standing position.

" Let's go, Y/n!" Your coach shouts, bringing your attention back to the game. You then quickly, without a second thought, bring your leg back and then forward. The ball soaring past the outstretched arms of the goalie.

"Hell yeah!" Michael screams for you, already storming the field, along with a few others, to wrap you up in a victory earned hug.

Ashton: "Y/n!" Ashton shouts, waving his arms frantically in your direction as you walk off the field, towards the bench off the sidelines.

"Hii," you smile at him brightly, before sending the man next to him an apologetic one, watching as Ashton's hands enter his personal space more then once. "Why don't you come here, Ash!" You offer as he nods happily, the man's face next to him showing relief as he quickly makes his way towards you.

"You're doing great babe," he praises you once he's near, pulling you in for a hug, "hell of a lot better than what I could do!"

"Thanks..." You mutter into his chest, already cringing at the sight of one of your stricter coaches making their way towards you.

"You can't be down here, sir," she tells Ashton sternly, giving you a knowing glare, "spectators are only allowed to watch from the bleachers."

"But I bet with a good amount of money I can be down here," he winks at her wiggling his eyebrows as well, her emotionless face remaining.

"No."

Calum: Where are you? You text your boyfriend, Calum, searching the bleachers to not find him at all. I thought you were coming?

I did. He replies back, confusing you.

Then where are you?

The parking lot. You furrow your eyebrows.

The parking lot? Why are you in the parking lot?

Got kicked out. "Seriously," you groan aloud, collecting up your stuff before making your way towards the exit of the field.

How? You ask him, not completely sure if you wanted to know.

Apparently because"unnecessary comments" towards the opposing team is "strictly prohibited"... Talk about some bitchy ass referees.

Luke: "Don't hug me, I'm all sweaty," you groan, as Luke crushes you between his two arms anyways.

"It's cool," he brushes your comment off, "I dig sweaty."

"Well that's disgusting," you scrunch up your nose, causing him to laugh loudly, a few team mates turning to look over your way.

"Whatever," he playfully rolls his eyes as he pulls back, "I don't need your approval over what I should dig."

"Alright," you put your hands up in surrender, laughing with him, "just thought I'd tell you that. Not a lot of girls take that as a compliment."

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Hiii, sorry about my REALLY long time span between updates lately... school sucks. Like, I come on Wattpad during the week, I'll admit, but I'm not on long due to all this fucking homework. Like jfc these teacher people thingys sure to the hell don't know what a break is.

Also, I got to see Jake Owen yesterday in concert and while we were waiting some guy in our section stood up and twerked to Talk Dirty to Me. It was the greatest thing ever, like I'm still laughing.

Skylar xx

P.Sherman Wallaby Way, Sydney (sorry), but just an FYI next update may not be a sport preference, but I am definitely not done with these.