Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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My father did not protest when I told both him and my mother that I was going with Harry to his friend’s house to watch some sports game. While I was relieved for his lack of objections, I could have done with out receiving the knowing look my father gave me as I left the house.

            “So what exactly are we going to watch?” I asked Harry as a greeting when I got into his car.

            “Hello gorgeous,” Harry said, leaning over the center console to give me a kiss. I made a move to pull back, thinking he was just giving me a peck, but Harry groaned in protest and kept me close with his hand sliding through my hair. I was more than pleased to deepen the kiss but there was a knock on my window and we sprung apart swiftly.

            I gave my father what I hoped to be a menacing look and heard Harry chuckle before he started the car and pulled onto the street. The wave he gave my father faltered as it was met with a stony glare.

            “How’d it go after he came back yesterday?”

            I groaned in remembrance of that conversation.

            “Don’t ask.”

            “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble,” Harry said, worried.

            “No. Actually I really wasn’t in any trouble, sort of.” I frowned before continuing.

            “It was just weird,” I finished, hoping Harry wouldn’t ask anything else. Suddenly the condoms my father made sure I took with me in my purse felt like bricks. I was not sure what my father thought we were going to do, but I was not planning on having any kind of use for them tonight, or anytime soon for that matter.

            “So, exactly what are we going to watch?” I asked before a silence could fall.

            “Golf.”

            I looked at Harry, wondering when he was going to start laughing, but he never did.

            “Seriously?” incredulity soaked in my voice.

            “Of course. It’ll be brilliant. I hear that Sa-“ Harry said.

            “I don’t know anything about golf,” I said interrupting him.

            “That’s ok. I’ll teach you,” Harry grinned.

            “Mmm. Right, cause you were so splendid with mini golf, teaching me the ropes with actual golf will be a good idea,” I replied with a smile. I was not sure what to make of the fact that we were going to watch golf.

            Suddenly I found myself wishing I paid more attention to what my father told me when he used to take me on his weekend golf and business outings. Many times he tried teaching me how the game worked, but I never cared enough. It was also something my father did not push me to learn so I took full advantage of my spare time to play in the sun. I found it odd that I was more worried for being clueless about the game rather than finding Harry strange for hanging out with friends who seemed to avidly watch golf tournaments.

            “Funny. I was a bit distracted that night anyways,” he replied, bringing me out of my internal troubles.

            “Hmmm, sure you were,” I joked.

            “If I remember, you were pressed up against me. Definitely makes it difficult to concentrate,” he said. My face warmed and I looked away when he turned to face me at the red light with a lecherous grin on his face.