Imagines

Who Really Wins? (Calum)

He is definitely not enjoying this. At all. But you totally are. He is currently leaning over the putter, his eyebrows scrunched together and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates.

"You realize, if you miss this I win?" You tease and he looks up at with a glare. You wink at him and he rolls his eyes before focusing back on the task at hand.

"Any day now babe," you sigh dramatically. He completely ignores you and hits the little neon blue ball. You both watch in anticipation as it goes down the small incline, hits a rock and flies right past the hole.

You don't gloat too much as he sulks across the fake green and stands on one of the rocks. You line up to hit your ball even though it doesn't matter: you won.

Your ball hits the same rock at a different angle and goes right into the hole by some miracle.

Calum sighs and starts to walk away from you with his ball and his putter.

"Calum!" You grab your ball and run after him, laughing hysterically at his competitive nature. "Are you being a sore loser?"

You wrap your arm around his narrow hips as the two of you go to rerun your balls and putters.

"Yes," his lower lip juts out in his pathetic and yet adorable frown. You laugh at him again and he rolls his eyes, even though he is smiling.

"I know a game that no one looses," he lowers his voice and speaks in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. It's not difficult to understand exactly what he is hinting at and your heart rate spikes at the promise of what's to come.

"So, Y/N, want some popcorn or are you ready to go?" He teases, stepping ahead of you and turning around so that he is walking backwards in front of you.

"I'm pretty exhausted from kicking your ass," you stick your tongue out at him. "Lets go."

"You know that's not the reason you want to leave," he laughs, throwing his arm over your shoulder and kissing your forehead as you both speed walk to his car.