Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

We were.... Wherever Zayn wanted to take me. He wouldn't tell me where we were and I honestly couldn't figure out. All I could see in front of my eye's was endless grass and a fence, forbidding us from going to the other side.

When Zayn came up with the bright idea of getting me here, I had to remind him that I was still naked underneath that robe. He assured me that there would be no one here. I didn't want to take a risk, so I quickly put on my denim shorts and a black tank top.

Now here we are standing in the middle of endless grass with Zayn right beside me, his hand covered his forehead, protecting it from the bright sun. His eyes scanned the vast grassland. A smirk slowly etched onto his face. "Here we are." he said.

"What are we even doing here?" I placed a hand on my hip. He better give me a good reason for bringing me to this abandoned place, making me miss my work. Well, I didn't miss work because of him, I missed it For him. That counts for something right? So he owes me big time of we're in some kind of a dunghill.

"It's a golf course you dimwit." he stated plainly.

"Oh... That would explain the little flag things." I pointed to the small colourful triangles suspended on slender sticks. "How do we get in?" I asked pointing to the fencing.

"I usually sneak in so I guess you will have to too." he rubbed his neck, avoiding my eyes which dilated due to shock.

"I'm not sneaking in!" I protested, crossing my arms over my chest. Never in his wildest dreams am I doing that. "Its wrong Zayn."

"And it's not always necessary to be right." he pointed out. "I promise we won't get caught. Come on now." he gestured to the fence.

I sighed in defeat. "Okay." he got down on his knees and cupped his hands. I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on the fence. I placed one leg in his hands. He gave me a boost and easily lifted me up. I jumped over to the other side without breaking anything.

I watched from across the fence as he gracefully jumped over the fence, his tall body making it look easier that it really is. "Come on now." he held my hand led me to a little golf cart that was parked under a tree. There were a few men golfing a little far away.

Zayn snuck up behind the car with me right behind him. "What are we doing?"

"Stealing golf clubs." he stated like it was the most common thing done these days.

"Stealing?" I shrieked. He shushed me by placing his hands on my mouth.

"Shh...! We'll keep them back later." he jumped onto the small cart and grabbed two of the smallest size of golf clubs. He took a tiny little white ball and a stand as well.

"Let's go." we 'stole' everything we needed. Zayn led me to a very secluded spot. Unlike the test of the golf course, this was slightly covered in trees and was shady and cooler compared to the sunny part.

Zayn placed the small stand in the grass and placed the little rubber ball in it. "I'm assuming you don't know how to golf?" he asked.

"No I don't. There's only some things a girl can do." I defended myself. I played tennis and honestly, that was enough.

"Come here." he instructed.

I walked up to him as he took one step back. "Place the club next to the ball but don't hit it till I say so."

I obeyed and brought the club close to the ball. "Thats not how you hold a club." Zayn whined and I rolled my eyes. If he had a problem, he should come show me how to hold.

As if reading my thoughts, I felt Zayn press against me from the back. "You place your right hand lower than the left. It helps you get a good swing." he placed my hands in position. His face rested on my shoulder as he guided me.

"That's how you swing it." he showed me, swinging my hands back and forth. I turned my face to look at him. His face was so close to mine. Our breaths were mixing and mine caught in my throat due to the close proximity. "Breathe Brooke." Zayn smirked and I brought my attention back down to the club.

"Stand still please." he complained.

I stood up straight. "Not that way. Your hips should be bucking a bit." his hands left mine and slowly placed them selves on my hip. He caught my waist and pushed it back, towards him. "There. Now you have a correct posture. Now try a swing."

His hands were on my hips. I brought my hand behind in full force to swing the ball. But I stopped right before it could hit the ball as I felt something twitch against me. "Why did you stop?"

"You said to remain still Zayn. But you aren't." I whispered quietly, quite embarrassed myself.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm still."

"You're little friend isn't." I pointed out. I saw a blush creep up his cheeks as he realised what I was talking about.

"I can't help that." he stated obviously embarrassed. I smiled to myself realising I turned Zayn on. I brushed my butt slightly against his crotch.

"That isn't helping either, Brooke."

"Hey! Those are our clubs!" I heard someone shout from a distance.

"Oh crap!" Zayn let go of my waist. He took the club from my hand and dropped it. "Come on!" he yelled grabbing my hands and pulling me with him.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that's we were caught. I ran behind Zayn as fast as my feet would allow. Thank god I had put on my trainers. Zayn turned into a cluster of trees.

I saw a ladder hanging off a tree. "Get up fast!" I followed and quickly climbed up the ladder. Zayn followed suit and soon we were both panting on the wooden floor boards of the tree house.

Zayn glanced out the small window. The tree house was very small. We could only sit, not stand. He went to the open side of the treehouse, his legs dangling off on the end. I followed and sat beside him. There was a good eight feet drop. How did I even manage to climb so high?

"Thanks for almost getting me caught." I rolled my eyes and said after catching my breath.

"Well, you're welcome."

"Why is there a tree house in the middle of a golf course anyway?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

"For kids. Their parents golf while they play here." honestly I don't understand what kind of irresponsible parents would allow their kids to play in a tree house which was eight feet high. "It wasn't supposed to be this way though. I was to teach you golf. I'm sorry things went this way."

"It's not your fault really. This is fine as well. Least I can watch people playing golf." he smirks at my remark. "Although you should get a membership to this golf course if you like golfing so much." I suggested.

"I do have a membership."

"Why do you sneak in then? Oh wait let me guess.... The thrill of sneaking in." his laughing confirmed my answer. I never understood boys and the 'thrill' of doing something.

"You're very bad at mimicking boys though."

I laughed along with him. In that moment in time Zayn was successful in doing what he had really brought me here for. He made me forget about Harry.

Before I knew it, I was sitting so close to Zayn, that there was almost no space between us. His eyes flickered to my lips. I realised what was coming next and gladly leaned my head, waiting for his lips to crash on mine.

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