(uniform)

I am in the locker room with the rest of the cheeleaders getting ready for the huge game. The Dallas Cowboys which is us and the New York Jets are competing for the super bowl. I am so pumped we have been waiting for this since the beggining of the season.

We always have guest performers during half time and this year it is One Direction and we will be doing a routine with them. We are all excited because they are so cute! and most of us are young like 20. thats how old I am. I chat with a few of the girls while we wait on the others to get ready.

Once we all have our uniforms and hair done with start out.

We walk out to the opening of the arena. We take our spots with the football players behind us. When the music starts we run out. We run to the side lines and start getting he crowd pumped up. "Come on let me hear you Dallas!" Me and a couple of others start shouting.

About fifteen minutes before half time we run back to go over the rontine one more time to make sure we do this right cause we cant mess it up. As we go into the locker room I see the boys standing outside there dressing room door drouling at all of us.

But I see Harry staring dead at me. It made me feel incredibly uncomforable. We get in and start going through it one more time. The coach gives us a few more pointers and If I do say so myself it looks amazing. "Alright girls come on we take the field in 5 minutes." Our head coach announced to all of us.


We get in a line at the door ready to walk out. We stand in a line when we get out into the hallway to. I am talking to my friend Rachel when a guy comes up and taps my soulder. I turn around and see that is is Harry Styles. Oh my gosh this cant be happening right now.

"Hello" He says in his deep sexy british accent. "Hey." I reply with a small smile still trying to relieses that I am standing here talking to harry freaking styles! "You look great in your uniform." He says flirting with me but it kind of mad me mad.

I dont want him just to look at my body. "Thanks" I say in a dry expressionless tone. "Whats your name babe?" He asks wow who does he think he is. He cant just call me that we are not even dating. before I can even answer him we are getting called to the field.

I turn around and see him standing there while the boys are trying to get him to pay attention as they trail behind us seeing that we are leading them onto the field. "Once again here comes the American sweethearts DCC and One Direction!" The announcer shouted over the staduim speakers as we start skipping on to the field.

They have the stage in the middle of the field and we will be dancing in front of it. They jog up on stage and we take our starting postions. 'What makes you beautiful' start playing and we start our routine. The crowd goes nuts.

But the whole time I feel Harry staring at me and when we have to turn around I see him staring at me. When the song is over we strike our final pose. People start cheering louder than ever now. We run off the field and let the band take center field now.

Rachel and I and a couple of the others stand out in the hall talking and catching our breath when yet again I feel that annoying tap on my shoulder. I turn around to find that handsome face staring down at me. "I still never caught your name love." He says clearly looking at me chest and not really even caring. He probulary just thinks I will be another one of his little sluts but newflash im not going to be.

"Oh. Sorry about that its Emily." I introduce my self shaking his humongous hand. "Well Emily its nice to meet you." He says still not really paying attention just checking out my body. Why do guys have to be like that?

"You to." I reply not to nicely trying to be not rude. "Can I talk to you over here please?" He asks pointing a little further down that hall where nobody is. I just nodd my head and follow him. "Ok are you just another one of those stuck up cheerleaders?" He asks in a annoyed tone.

"No im not." I say in a offended voice. "Are you just another one of those gay guys from a boy band?" I snap back at him and he looks kinda mad. I cant help it though he is not just going to ask me that and me not say something back.

He rolls his eyes at me and huffs. "Your something arent you?" he asks turning his charm back on trying to brush off what I said. "Whatever you want to think hot stuff." I say kinda flirting. I usally dont approach guys like this but he is different.

If he is going to be all flirting with me I will do the same to him. Im going to play hard to get......

Notes

find out more in part two! will they date? hate each other? who knows....me haha
and im sorry Emily I feel like I have let you down with this one im really sorry. Please tell me if you didnt like it and I will write you another one. please it want hurt my feelings at all.

*this is American football*

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