15 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 31: Winner

I closed the door to the car.

"Ready to get your butt kicked?" I asked.

"You seem to have an infatuation with my a**."

"No, I just have an infatuation for winning."

"Well, you're going to lose this one." We paid for 18 holes then got our clubs, golf balls, scorecard, and pencil then we went straight to playing. There weren't a lot of people there because it was lunchtime so we came at a perfect time.

"Ready to lose, Styles?" I asked.

"I was just going to ask you the same thing." I put my ball down on the mat that was used to tee off. Let the game begin.

   Five holes later...

"Still warming up?" He asked.

"It's been a while. I haven't played since..." I paused thinking about the last time I played mini golf.

"L.A." I added. I hit the ball bouncing it off the rock, landing out of bounds. Harry got my ball walking over to me. He put it down on the putting mat.

"Come here." He said putting his club down. I walked over to my ball standing like I was getting ready to hit it when I felt two arms around me and grip my hands on my club. He was against me I mean there was NO space between us. I put my hair to the side. My body stiffened. He was talking but I wasn't really paying attention I was too busy trying to get my body to relax. I had my head turned looking towards the hole.

"I'm sorry. Can you say that again?" I asked.

"Sure, babe. You're form's good but you're hitting the ball too hard making it go out. Don't hit it hard just tap it." He said moving my body with his to show me how to hit it.

"Okay, I'll try."

"Um..." I said turning my head towards him.

"Oh." He said stepping back.

"Thanks" I chuckled. I took a breath then tapped the ball lightly like he showed me. It ricocheted off the rock and into the hole. Hole in one.

"Yes. Thanks, Styles." I said stepping back. He smiled then put his ball down.

"Do you want me to guide you?" I asked laughing about how funny that would look. He laughed too.

"You should I mean that was a nice shot." It took him two times to get the ball in.

   An hour later...we finished our game then went over to the picnic table sitting down to calculate the score.

"You smell nice by the way." He commented out of the blue.

"Thanks" I said finishing up calculating. Oh No Sam. (See what I did there ;) Dang it. I put my head on the table.

"Well, lookie here. Who's the better golfer now?"

"You are." I whispered.

"That's right." I heard the go-karts going.

"C'mon." I said getting up.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Go karts." I replied pulling his hand.

"Alright, alright" He said getting up. We started walking to the track.

"But, you have to show me something." He said and I decided to have a bit of fun.

"No, you pervert." I said letting go of his hand turning around to face him.

"No, I didn't mean that. You know what I meant. Did you call me a pervert?" He asked.

"I was joking. C'mon." I said walking to the go-karts.