One direction - Preference

Jeg er helt tosset med de her "preferences" som jeg finder på nettet. Jeg har ingen rettigheder eller what-so-ever til dem her.

Jeg skriver også nogle danske imagines (som jeg selv finder på), så hvis i keder jer, skulle i også til at tage et smut forbi dem.

Håber i vil nyde dem :D

OBS de er alle sammen på engelsk :)


90. You fangirl over an Olympian


      Liam: "Liam get out of the way, Michael Phelps is on!" You yelled, pushing Liam out of your view. "Go Michael! Work those long arms!" Screaming, you jumped up and down as he neared the wall. "Geez (Y/N) they're just swimming." Liam muttered and you turned to him incredulous. "It's Michael Phelps. Possibly one of the best athletes of all time!" You stress. He rolls his eyes and quickly changes the channel after the race is over. "Bet I could swim that fast." He says under his breath.   Niall: You're out at the pool and you notice a small commotion. You nudge Niall excitedly. "Hey! Niall look! It's Tom Daley!" You gush, pointing to the brunette. Niall rolls his eyes and glares. "Look at that little speedo. Now that is how a man should wear a bathing suit." You giggle, not taking your eyes off of the diver. "Yeah, if you want to look like a stripper." Niall says. You ignore him and continue to stare even though you know Niall is getting a wee bit jealous.   Harry: The restaurant wasn't crowded and you quickly recognized Ryan Lochte, on of your heroes. Harry looked over his shoulder, trying to figure out what you were staring at. "Isn't that the Lochte guy from the Olympics?" he asks, turning back to you. You nod. "He's one of the best swimmers in the world! I've got to go meet him." You jump up before Harry can say anything more. Ryan was quite polite and you spoke to him for a few minutes before heading back to your table. "Was he as cool as you seem to think he is?" Harry questioned jealously. You stifled a laugh. "Yeah, he's cool all right, but no where near as cool as you babe."   Louis: You could meet a lot of people simply walking down the streets of London. You just happened to pass by one of the Olympic swimmers. You kept quiet as he walked by but as soon as he was out of ear shot you turned to Louis. "Was that seriously Nathan Adrian? Isn't he so much better looking in person? Just look at those muscles!" You squealed, turning back to catch one last glimpse of him. "There not that big." Louis said a little dejectedly. "Not as big as mine." He showed you his arms and you nodded sarcastically.   Zayn: Zayn and you were cuddled on the couch, cheering for the British men's gymnastics team when you caught sight of your favorite gymnast. You stared at him as he swung himself around on the pommel horse. "Really (Y/N)? Him? You could do so much better. You know like... say me for example." Zayn forced a laugh as you ogled Louis Smith. "You may be hot but you can't swing yourself like that." You teased, never passing up a chance to see Zayn's insanely hot jealous side. "No but I can swing something else that he can't even get his hands on." He whispered. You were confused until Zayn swung you up into his arms and kissed you.
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