One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

HE goes to your swim meet

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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Luke: You climb out of the pool breathlessly, feeling your heart pound in your chest. You had just finished the 200 individual medley and had gotten your best time. You knew it was because of the stress of doing good because your boyfriend, Luke, was here. As you peeled off your cap and began heading to the warm down pool, Luke intercepted you by the stands. "Good job!" He yelled excitedly, picking you up and spinning you around. You squealed, gripping onto his neck before he set you down and cupped your cheeks. With a cute smile, he kissed your lips. "Lucas, I gotta warm down." You told him once you realized your coach had been watching your interaction. You weren't supposed to really talk to anyone until the meet was over. "Okay, okay, sorry. But I'm so proud of you. Go warm down." And with a little snicker he pinched your butt and watched as you jumped, before dashing to the pool to warm down. He met the eyes of your coach who had his eyebrow raised. Luke shrugged and went back up to the stands with a smirk on his face.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Ashton: "Swimmers, take your marks." The announcer said. You leaned over the diving block, your muscles rigid as you awaited the beep to send you off. "GO (Y/N)!" Someone screamed in the stands in the middle of the quietness. "Stand up." The announcer said. You internally groaned and stood up straight, glaring at your boyfriend who was now pale as a ghost once he realized what he'd done. "Sir, please no yelling before races." The announcer said to Ashton. "Yes sir, carry on." He replied back, his cheeks now enflamed. You couldn't help but grin as you once again took your mark and started the race. You flew through the water, and ended up getting second. Once you were done and got out, you approached Ashton, him still looking guilty. "God, that was such a dick move." He groaned. You laughed and nodded in agreement. "You probably would've gotten first if it wasn't for me." He pouted at himself and you couldn't help but 'aw' at his face. "It's okay, Ash. There'll be other races. Now you know, at least, yeah?" He nodded vigorously. "Yes. I'll make sure to be completely silent from now on."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Calum: You were doing the 500 free, your only long distance race for the day. Calum was being your counter at the other end, sticking in the sign the read what lap you're on. When you began getting close to the end, you could barely tell what lap you were on because he was wiggling the sign around so much. But you knew when to stop when it turned orange, meaning your last lap. As you touched the wall and your head popped up, you could hear Calum cheering loudly from the other side of the pool. You turned around to give him a thumbs up once you realized you had gotten first. He dropped the sign and dashed to your side of the pool to help you out. "Amazing, my little mermaid!" He exclaimed, rubbing your still-capped head. You giggled and peeled it off. "Thanks, Cal." You smiled, still tired from the race. "So, since i now know you have an awesome stamina for a really long time…" He began, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Want to come to my place after this?"</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Michael: You grinned, hopping out of the water and taking a minute to catch your breath from your 100 fly you just swam. You had gotten first, and your now best time and you felt amazing. Michael had just arrived right before your race, so you knew he had seen you. Now, he was weaving his way through the crowd to find you. "Michael!" You called to him from the side. When he saw you, his jaw dropped at the sight of you in your tight racing suit. He came over, his arms open for a hug. "No, I'm still wet." You smiled, not wanting to ruin his favorite band shirt. "You aren't the only one." He muttered under his breath. You didn't get what he meant until a second later. "Oh! Michael, jesus." Your face turned beet red, and you crossed your arms in front of you. "What? You look good. It's not my fault my girlfriend is such a hot swimmer." He protested. You just giggled and shook your head, not caring about his shirt anymore before leaning in to hug him. "I better hear you cheering loud then, you little shit."</li>

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