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Description: Harry Styles has always been jealous of his childhood friend, Liam Payne, who has always just been a bit better than him at everything. Liam out-swims Harry for a spot to compete in the State competition.
Pairing: Lirry eventually
Notes: Character descriptions and basic plot line
((first time writing so let me know if I should continue this - feedback appreciated))
“Three…”
Harry Styles stood at the edge of the block, anticipating the whistle. His entire team was competing against each other, trying to make their way into the one spot their coach offered to take the lucky swimmer to State. That sentence kept replaying over and over again in Harry’s head “Listen guys… I can only take one of you with me to State, you need to work you ass off to get this spot…make the most of this week’s practices.”
“two…”
He looked at the huge number 4 on the bottom of the pool; Harry always swam in lane four, it was just his lane. He glanced over his shoulder to his teammate and now competition, Liam Payne, who just simply winked at him. Liam always swam in lane five, and was Harry’s biggest and most annoying competition. At yesterday’s practice, Liam swam a 200m butterfly in 1:48.36 and Harry was just behind him with 1:48.52 seconds.
“one.” his coach blew the whistle and all five of his other teammates took off into the water.
In a way, Harry liked being next to Liam. Harry always knew how far ahead of him he was, and on rare occasion; how close behind. Of course this was the last practice they had before Coach told them which one of the five teammates was going to State.
Harry could feel his lungs burning as he approached the wall for his last 50m. As he pushed his feet off of the wall for his turn-around, he noticed that Liam was just ahead of him; as always. Liam has always been ahead of Harry, and it really ticked him off. Harry’s mother, Anne, and Liam’s mother, Karen, have been best friends since high school and when they got pregnant at around the same time they were absolutely thrilled. When both Harry and Liam were about 6 years old, their mothers decided to put them into swim class. At first it was all fun and games, but Harry started to take things really personal when Liam starting winning all of the time. Whenever Anne would bring him to the Payne’s with her, he would see all of his trophies and first place medals hanging on the fire place mantel. But what really ticked him off was that no matter where Liam was, everyone was always congratulating him on his success and Liam built up a super cocky personality.
The horn sounded and Harry knew Liam finished in front of him; he just didn’t know by how much.
Coach always put their times on a huge whiteboard that was sat on top of an easel, so everyone could see who came in what place. In last was Niall Horan. His parents forced him into doing swimming so he just dicked around at every practice. Niall was about 5’8, muscular but not necessarily toned, and had the most gorgeous blonde hair. His strikingly blue eyes always seemed to be glowing in contrast to the water of the pool. He swam in lane one, and with this final race he ended with a 1:57.07.
In fourth place was Louis Tomlinson. Louis really enjoyed swimming; he knew how important going to State was to Harry and Liam so he just took it easy these last couple practices. He was just in it for the fun, nothing too serious. Louis was around 5’10, a little bigger than Niall, but smaller than Liam and Harry. His face was very feminine; his cheekbones were incredibly defined and perfectly detailed. He had short brunette hair, but somehow made his side-quiff work. In lane two, he finished today with a 1:56.23.
Zayn Malik was always somewhere in the middle. He was around the same height as Louis, a good 5’10, and was just a little bit stockier than him. Zayn always had a little stubble on his face, and refused to shave his legs every single day. He was always concerned how big his package looked in his form fitting speedo, and he often checked his reflection to make sure he looked suitable to his standards. Zayn had the most luschious, thick black hair that stood as the tallest quiff out of the entire team. Today he received one of his personal best times of 1:52.03 in lane three.
Harry watched as Coach put his name down in the second place slot. He ripped off his goggles and swim cap, revealing a huge mess of floppy curls and his bright green eyes flushed with disappointment and anger. He lifted himself out of the pool and threw his stuff on the ground. Everyone else was joined in a group hug around Liam, including Coach, and congratulating him on making it to State.
Harry stormed off toward the locker room; punching the board and watching it land on the wet floor.
