His Olympian (Liam Payne)

~Flashback~

I was getting ready to run the race of my life that determined my spot on Great Britian's team for the 2012 Olympics. I was 14 at this point. The best sprinter at my school. My brilliant coach, also known as my father, along with the rest of the coaches, decided to group 12-18 girls AND guys. But I wasn't scared. Liam Payne, another 14 year old from my school, was the third best out of all of them, but even the 18 year olds feared losing to him. I was determined to beat him out. We lined up, 20 kids from 10 different schools were fighting for their position. This was my chance to make it big time.

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"Dad! Can't I just take a break for just a little, tiny bit?" I whine. I've been running the track for about twenty minutes straight. Non-stop.

"No," he replies, a little on the edgy side. It made me flinch. My dad and I haven't had the best athletic relationship together. "If you want to win this whole thing, you're going to have to push yourself to the limit, and I don't care if you condition until you puke," he lectures, "You need to win," dad puts loads of emphasis on 'need.'

"You haven't been the same since mum died," I mutter under my breath, tears springing at my eyes.

"Five laps around the track! HGo!" Mentally cursing him, I reluctantly start my running. I'm a sprinter, I don't do long distance running. Suddenly, I stop.

"What are you doing, Collins?"

"Really? You can't even call me by my first name?" I spat angrily, completely fed up, "I'm going somewhere far away from here!"

Ok, maybe not there far but about four blocks away until I get to Starbucks.

"Get back here-"

"No. I'll be back later. I'm the person running in the olympics, I get to decide when training is." I run to the shower, change, and go to my car. I turn up the radio, as loud as it will go, and sing along to One Thing. Yeah, I like One Direction, but I'm not one of the crazy "directioners" that stalk them twenty-four seven. I mean, Liam was one of my classmates, he also made the running list for the Olympics, but he's in a band now. I have to admit, he's evolved into a god of a boy, and if he has a girlfriend, she's a very lucky girl.

I arrive at Starbucks and almost get to the door when some idiot and a few others come running out like wild antelopes being chased by extremely hungry lions.

"Who do you think you are? I couldv'e just died!" One of them snickers at my over exaggeration. I sort of have a tendency to do that.

"Shut it, curly." I glare at him. All five of them block my way. I notice they're all wearing similar outfits, hoodies, jeans, and sunglasses.

"Ooh, a feisty one, are we?" The one in the middle says. I can tell he has a kind of quiff. Wait, quiff?

"Whoa, hold the actual phone. Are you-"

"Possibly. Promise not to scream?" The one on the left asks.

"One Direction? Yeah, I won't scream considering I already know a fifth of you." I say trying to figure out which one Liam is. However, they all look puzzled.

"Darcey Collins." This earns two gasps.

"Darcey Collins? As in the girl who pretty much tied me back when we tried out for the Olympics?" Liam speaks up.

"That would be me." I smile shyly. "Harry why'd you gasp?"

"Two reasons. One, I love them name Darcy," I roll my eyes, "Two," he comes close and whispers, "Liam just found out you were running and he went biserk."

"Oh?" A cheeky smile creeps to my lips,

"Oi! What'd he say?" Niall says.

"I'll tell you if you let me in and buy me a latte." I reply with a wink.

"Done!" Louis says and drags me by the wrist. I wince.

"Louis," I whisper harshly, "please let go."

"Oh. Sorry." He looks at me like he knows something is wrong. I just casually tell Niall what I want.

"So Darcey, are you a directioner?" Zayn wiggles his eyebrows in an adorable way. I giggle.

"I'm a fan, nothing more." There's an echo of 'aw's.

"Well, here's your coffee, Darc." Liam hands it to me.

"Thank you." I answer him politely. He grins bashfully when his hand brushes mine. I'm pretty sure my face turned the color of a strawberry. Our eyes meet for a little bit then Louis clears his throat.

"So what'd Harry tell you?" All of them lean in eagerly. Harry just sits there grinning.

"Well-" my phone buzzes.

"Dad says I need to go home." I stand up and say bye.

"Wait!" I hear as I'm about to walk out.

"C-can I get your number?" Liam asks shyly.

"Sure." I say pushing some blonde hair out of my face.

"Can I call you sometime?"

"I don't know. Can you?" I wink. Liam smiles ear to ear.

"You're pretty cool Darcey." He states, returning my wink. Then I reluctantly head back home