15 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10: Golfing with Harry

-----Next Day-----

I heard my phone ring. I pulled the cord to my charger out of my phone sliding the answer button. My eyes weren't fully open so I wasn't sure who was calling me. I think it was my mom.

"Hello" I answered in my distinctive morning voice.

"Hey, baby. How are you?" My mom replied.

"Tired, you?" When my mom got back last night we went out for a little bit with Jen.

"Same. Hey, be ready by five you're coming with us to dinner"

"Okay" I replied. She started talking about her meetings and something else. I really wasn't paying attention. I looked at the clock, 8:12 which is 11:12 eastern. That's still early.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine" I replied.

"Okay, you need-"

"I know if I need anything call." I cut her off.

"Okay, you know the rules."

"I know."

"Alright, I gotta go. Love you."

"Love you too." I hung up laying down on my stomach with my pillow over my head. My phone rang again. I groaned. I sat up to see who was calling now. It was Harry.

"Morning" I answered. 

"Good morning. How are you?"

"A bit tired, you?" I asked.

"I'm good."

"Good"

"Do you still want to go golfing with me?" He asked.

"Sure"

"Okay"

"I'll be there a quarter to nine. The course isn't too far from your hotel."

"Okay, see you then."

"Alright. Bye" I hung up. It's 8:20. I laid back down. Wait. I have about 24 minutes to get ready. I jumped out of bed and got into the shower.

About Twenty minutes later...

I was finishing blow drying my hair. I made a new record of actually being done on time. I turned on the TV when my phone went off. It was a text from Harry.

Harry: I'm out front.

Me: Okay. I'll be right down.

I answered back. I turned off the TV shoving my phone in my back pocket with my money and room key then headed to the elevator.

Few minutes later...

I walked out seeing his black Mercedes Benz pull up. I opened the door.

"Hello" He said as I got in.

"Hey"

"How are you feeling now?" He asked.

"Pretty good, you?"

"Still doing good, thanks."

"Good" He pulled out of the hotel.

"Do you like golf?" He asked.

"It's okay." I answered. Honestly I don't really care for golf.

The golf course wasn't to far from the hotel. Harry looked really hot in his golfing attire. I sat in the golf cart watching him and his friend tee off. His friend is really nice, he works for a record company. It was a bit boring watching them but wasn't too bad between playing on my phone and watching Harry golf which was quite interesting. He was a goof but got serious when it was his turn. There were three holes left. Harry was getting ready to 'tee off'. (I guess thats the term)

"Harry mentioned that you are from Pittsburgh."

"Yeah." I replied.

"How did you meet, Harry?" He asked.

"Well, a couple days ago I ran into him on the street and we started talking."

"Harry never brought a girl golfing before so you must be special to him." I wasn't sure what to say so I just smiled.

"So, what exactly do you do?" I asked.

"I'm an executive producer for Columbia Records. I mainly oversee A&R, contracts, management, publishing, production, manufacturing, marketing and promotion,distribution, copyrighting, and touring."

"You do quite a lot."

"Yeah, but I don't do it all alone. Excuse me." 

"What were you two talking about?" Harry said putting his driver back in his bag.

"Nosey much?" I asked.

"We were talking about his job." I answered his question.

"C'mon we're moving down." I got in the cart and he drove down to his golf ball.

Hour and a half later...

They finished the game and decided to get lunch at the club. Harry was all smitten from winning. We sat on the patio waiting for our food. Harry and his friend were talking about work and golf. I just sat there listening to their conversation.

"Sam was telling me how you two met. She said you ran into each other."

"More like she tackled me." Harry joked.

"I did not. I wasn't watching where I was going and I just knocked you down." His friend laughed. Our food came then after we finished eating we talked a bit more then his friend had to leave for a meeting. Harry wanted to go to the driving range so he could hit a few. He hit them really far then he turned to me.

"Nice shot." I commented.

"Thank you. Would you like to try?" He asked.

"Nah, it's okay."

"C'mon" He gestured with his head to come. I got up walking over to him.

"Do you know how?" He asked.

"Yeah, I got a pretty good idea."

"Show me what you got." He said handing me his driver. I took it remembering what my Dad taught me. I swung at the ball. I heard the sound of the club hitting the ball. I watched it go farther then Harry's did. I turned to Harry handing him his club.

"Wow" He said amazed.

"You're really good." He added.

"Thanks."

"Who taught you that?"

"My dad" I replied.

"Oh does your Dad play?"

"Occasionally."

"You're really good. We'll have to play sometime."

"Yeah or miniature golf. Now that's my game." He chuckled. He hit a few more then made me hit a few more then we walked back to the club to leave. We got to his car and Harry said he had to go back to his house. He pulled out of the parking lot heading to his house.  

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