Diving

Louis P.O.V.

As we’re walking to that girl’s dorm, I think her name is like Daryl or something, all I could think of was how hot Emily looked in those sweatpants. Oh, and don’t get me started on her in a swimsuit. I ‘suggested’ that we stay in the water longer just so she would stay in it longer.

“You ok mate? You’re awfully quiet today,” says Liam, frowning. I suppose I’m ok, just to caught up in my thoughts. But now that I think of it, the eight of is being quiet and needs some noise and lightening up.

Before I can say something awkwardly funny, Sileea interrupts and says, “Well, here we are, the legendary Darrie William’s dorm. Oh, and if you boys are wondering why she doesn’t have a roommate, it’s because we’re Olympic-level swimmers! Or in other words, minor celebrities!”

Wait a second; these hot, young women are Olympians? I kind of remember that Rachel woman mentioning that but I thought she was joking, or maybe over-exaggerating. I look at the boys and their expressions mirror mine, all confused or shocked. “You guys are Olympians?!” half-yells a very shocked Liam, “But you’re only like 18 years old! Isn’t there like an age limit or something?”

The girls chuckle at both his expression and his words. “Yes we are all Olympians, but we’re on different teams. And for your information, I am 19. Oh, and no, I don’t think there is an age limit to getting in the national team, as long as you get the time. Top three of each event for each gender gets to go to the Olympics, World Championships and all that shit,” says Emily, I watch the words flow out her beautifully shaped mouth.

“Wow, I didn’t know girls swore,” chuckled Zayn. Actually, we were all quite amused because Emily’s use of profanities was so casual. Back in the UK, it was considered extremely rude for anyone, especially a girl to swear, but I guess here it’s different. “Come on, sit down somewhere,” says Sileea as she waves us into the dorm.

I immediately sit on the ground, I like sitting on the ground there’s carpet, so I really don’t mind. I look around the dorm; they’ve got pictures on their walls of them with their family, friends, coaches, and medals. Now I finally believe that they’re Olympians. “Cool dorm,” comments Niall casually. “Thanks,” replies Darrie, “So, you guys are like world famous pop stars, right? Then what in Hades are you doing here?!”

“Yes, we are world famous pop stars,” says Harry in fake narcissism, “We’re on a tour break for about 5 weeks here and Stanford is probably the most prestigious university around here. So we thought, why not visit, we were bored anyway.”

“We don’t know a lot about you girls, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourselves?” I ask in attempt to get to know Emily better.

Sileea is the first to answer, “Ok, so my name is Sileea, as you know. I’m 18 years old. I’m majoring in business at the University of Melbourne. I’m a freestyler and I have attained 2 silver medals and one bronze medal so far. My father’s Aussie, but my mom’s Chinese, so that’s where I went to school and met these two. I have two younger twin brothers who are currently 15.”

“My turn,” says Emily, “My name is Emily, I’m 19. I’m majoring in neuro-biology at the university of Toronto. I’m a butterflyer and I have attained 2 gold, 1 silver and 1 bronze medal as of now. Both my parents are Chinese but we have Canadian passports and I grew up half in China and half in Canada. I love food and I could eat for days on end. And finally, I’m an only child but my cousin and I are so close that he’s basically my brother.”

Darrie’s last, “I’m Darrie, I’m 18 years old, going on to 19. This is my dorm so of course I go to school here. I’m majoring in law. I have a little brother and an older sister. I spent most of my childhood in China even though I was born in America. My mom’s Chinese but my dad’s American. I’m a backstroker and I currently hold one world record, and I have 2 golds, 1 silver and 2 bronze medals.

*After chatting for another hour or so*

“You guys, I’m so freakin’ bored…” trails Emily while pouting.

She’s so cute while pouting so I give a suggestion. “Hey, everyone, let’s play truth or dare!” I say enthusiastically, Everyone nods vigorously due to the fact that we were all so bored and no one had the guts to mention it until Em did.

“Ok, I’ll go first,” volunteers Niall, “Harry, truth or dare?”

“Truth” “Do you think the girls looked hot in their swimsuits?”
“Duh, yes.” At this point the girls start blushing and us guys chuckle a bit.
“Ok, my turn,” says Harry.
“Sileea, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“How hot would you rate Liam on a scale of 1 to 20, 20 being the hottest.” Ooooh, suspense.
“15” Ooooh, buuurn.
“Niall, truth or dare?” Sileea asks.
“Dare, duh,” sasses Niall
“Ok, then. I dare you to dye part of you hair purple.” Every one starts laughing but Niall just shrugs.
“Soooo, Louis, truth or dare,” he asks with a gleam in his eyes. Oh no, not that look. Last time he had that look, well, it didn’t end up so well.
“Dare,” I decide to let my daring, competitive side show.



“I dare you and Emz to make out for 45 seconds”

Notes

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