Golden Haired Golden Boy (l.h. olympic au)
summary: reader is a bit nervous before the parade of nations
A/N: i’m not aussie, so i’m not sure how accurate the beginning part is, but the second part is accurate bc i actually kinda know swimming. guys i actually did research for this k. this is the first of my olympian!5sos series, i’ll write two things for all the guys, either two sports or two parts to the same story. ash is next.
Her heart fluttered like hummingbird wings. You couldn’t blame her. Here she was in the tunnel with the rest of her teammates, hearing Greece begin the Parade of Nations at the her first Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro. She was nervous, but excited. She was with Team Australia who marched 15th, so they weren’t up for a while, but it still seemed too soon. What was she doing? How did she get here? It seemed like just days ago that she competed in and won her first junior national title tournament. She still only shot a 62 and regretted the shirt she wore to this day.
She was the youngest on the Australian women’s golf team, and the youngest on the Australian golf team as a whole at 19 years old. Her birthday would occur during the Games, and she shuddered and drew her grey blazer tighter around her at the thought of possibly winning a gold medal on her birthday when she’d be playing her last round at the Olympics, hopefully.
She began pacing as the cheers went up for Albania. Just eleven more teams before she introduced herself to the world. The buzz of the crowded stadium tunnel added to her booming pulse and she was relatively surprised she couldn’t hear her heartbeat echoing off the stone walls. She heard a mingle of accents and languages as international athletes greeted each other in fellowship. It was like a symphony of voices as different countries merged to start the Olympics. The Olympics. Oh God, she was actually here.