One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: You're a Nerd, and He's Popular

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Louis:  “Alright, guys. Your essays are due tomorrow, so have them done,” your teacher called out as the bell rang. Everyone else ignored her, but you nodded and sent her a small smile before throwing your backpack over your shoulder and leaving the classroom. It was the end of the day, and you quickly made your way to your locker, avoiding everyone in your path.

You were the “nerd” of the school, mostly because you were smart and wanted a safe future. You paid attention in class and got good grades, managing to avoid crazy parties and underage drinking and the lot at the same time. No one ever really got physical when they bullied you; it was mainly just teasing and ignoring.

You sighed, closing your locker, before heading out to the football/soccer field to watch the boys’ team practice. You had always loved football (soccer) and had been playing for six years now. It interested you to watch the boys practice, and sometimes you even picked up some cool drills and tricks to help you play better.

But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you only watched the boys to learn more soccer skills. You also went to watch Louis Tomlinson, the star and captain of the team. He was in a couple of your class, always making people laugh and getting decent grades at the same time. You couldn’t help but crush on him.

You climbed up the bleacher stairs, settling on the second row before opening your backpack and taking out your math homework. The boys came out of the locker room, laughing and cheering as they made their way to the field.

You stayed there for an hour and a half, only managing to complete five problems. Louis looked extra good today, and he captivated you. You shook your head. “C’mon, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself. “Stop staring. He’s only a guy. He won’t go for you anyway.” You sighed, searching the field with your eyes before you spotted him. He was lifting his shirt up to wipe sweat off his face, his abs exposed. “That’s it. I’m out,” you gave up, shoving your notebook in your backpack before standing up and powerwalking off the field.

“Look out!” you heard a voice say, and you immediately raised your hands to block your head. A ball bounced next to you, and you reached out a hand to grab it. “Hey, nerd!” the same voice called out. “Pass us back the ball?”

“C’mon, speed it up!” another boy shouted out, the rest of the team joining in soon after.

You gritted your teeth, throwing your backpack on the ground beside you before placing the ball in front of you. You backed up and kicked the ball with full force, sending it sailing across the field and straight into the back of the goal on the opposite end of the field.

You saluted the boys before picking up your bag and continuing to make your way to your car, ignoring their surprised gasps and slacked jaws. You ignored your name being called and kept walking, stopping only when the boy grabbed your wrist to wheel you around. It was Louis.

“Where’d you learn to kick like that?” he breathed out, and you shrugged, suddenly nervous.

“I don’t know,” you whispered out. “I’ve been playing for six years.”