Niall: "Mate, look at her." Josh elbowed me during warm-ups. He pointed towards the stands. I couldn't exactly tell which girl he was looking at because all I could see was you sitting there, smiling at me. "Niall. Isn't she hot?" "Yeah, sure. Not as hot as my girl, though." He just set his hand on my shoulder. "You know, mate, I'm beginning to think this girl of yours doesn't even exist. I mean, I've never seen her. Anyway, I'm gonna go talk to her." He marched off across the field. I watched as he climbed over the fence and up to... you? You're the girl he was talking about!? I dropped the ball I'd been holding and ran over just as he sat down next to you. "This is the girl you were talking about? You can't talk to her." I announced. "Why not?" You looked between us. "Niall?" You said. "What on earth are you freaking out about?" "He thinks you're hot and he was coming here to hit on you." I turned to Josh. "She's mine." His eyebrows turned up quizzically. "Oh... so this is your girl? Pleasure to meet you. I didn't think you existed." I grabbed Josh by his jersey and pushed him away. "Good-bye, Josh." I turned back to you and kissed you forcefully. "Good luck." You said, pushing me away. "And no more kisses for you until you win."
Harry: I brushed my hair out of my eyes and started searching for you. The game had just ended and usually you're waiting for me outside the locker room, but today you're nowhere to be seen. I walked through the parking lot, trying to find you and when I did... I couldn't believe my eyes. Some guy I recognized from the other team was talking. He pushed his hair back from his forehead the same way I would usually do. He's hitting on you! As soon as I realized it I ran over and placed myself between the two of you. "Back off." I said, facing him. "Harry!" You said, relieved. "No, you back off. I was talking to her first. Dibs, dude." He pushed me away and tried going back to you, but you stomped on his foot and he staggered back. I took this chance to stick my foot behind him and he fell to the ground. "You can't call dibs on someone who's already taken. She's mine." I grabbed your waist and pulled you into me, kissing you passionately. "That one's because he's a jerk. This one's for the win." I pressed my lips back to yours, leaving them there longer this time.
Zayn: Heart pounding, pulse racing. I ran across the field. The ball shot past the goalie, straight into the net. The crowd went crazy. The winning goal in the championship game. I looked over to where you should've been sitting, but you weren't there. I scanned the crowd, searching for you. I found you standing near the concession stand, pressed up against a wall. There was a guy from some other team in the tournament standing in front of you, arms on either side of your head. I watched you try to push him away, but his arms stayed put as he moved closer. I ignored my teammates cheers as I sprinted across the field. I pushed through the crowd and ran straight up to you. I grabbed the back of his jersey and yanked him away from you. I pushed him against the opposite wall. "She's mine." I growled. I let him fall to the ground and I went back to you. I lifted you up bridal style and carried you away. "Thank God you came, Zayn. He was freaking me out." Once we were far enough away I set you down and pulled you in for a kiss. "Nobody touches my girl, except for me."
Louis: "You coming out with us tonight, Lou?" The rest of my team was waiting for my answer as I stared into the parking lot, searching for you. "Nah, my girl and I are hanging out at home tonight. If I could only find her." Someone came up behind me, I didn't bother seeing who it was. "Isn't that her over there? Whoa, who's that guy? And what's he doing?" I barely heard the end of his sentence because I was already vaulting myself across the parking lot. His hands were holding your waist, but your hands were pushing against his face and chest. He wouldn't let you go. I came running up behind him and you saw me. "Louis!" You shouted. The guy turned around to look at me. He was the goalie from the other team. I'd gotten plenty of shots past him tonight. "Just back away and no one gets hurt." He said, not loosening his grip on you. "There's nothing to see here." I put my hands up in mock resignation, but pounced on him a second later. We fell to the ground and I laid one punch straight into his nose. I wiped away the sweat from my forehead and stood back up. You were standing, shocked against our nearby car. I took you in my arms and pressed my forehead against yours. "She's mine." I said, even though I knew the guy couldn't hear me. I pressed myself closer to you and kissed your lips. "That's the second time you've beat him today." You said into my mouth.
Liam: "I'll see you after the game babe." I said to you. You were looking cute wearing my spare jersey so I gave you another kiss before heading off to warm up. After kicking the ball successfully into the net a few times I looked back to smile at you. My smile disappeared when I saw some guy from the opposite team leaning against the fence, talking to you. You were glaring at him disgustedly. I stormed over there without saying a word to my teammates. I jumped straight over the fence and took you in my arms, kissing you. The guy scowled at me. "She's mine." I said harshly. He just shrugged and handed you a piece of paper. "When our team pounds his into dirt, you know who to call." As soon as he walked away you crumpled up the paper and threw it on the ground. You then forcefully planted your hands on my cheeks and smashed your lips into mine. I barely had time to react before you let go, leaving me feeling a little dazed. "Go kill 'em, Li." You said. Our victory that night was sweeter than usual.
