Acquaintances

Chapter 10: Harry.

“Number 40. Learn to play Golf.” He grins, hopping off the bike outside the country club.

“Harry neither of us are dressed to play golf.” I gesture to our jeans.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m a member and have a locker here, isn’t it?”
“Well that helps you, but not me.”
“They have a shop, you can buy an outfit.” He points to a sports shop as we walk through the lobby of the country club.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes, “you’re coming with me, Mr-I’m-A-Member-Of-A-Country-Club.” I drag him by his wrist into the store. Of course the first thing he picks up is the shortest tennis dress I’ve seen in my twenty two years of being. “Yeah, not happening, and wrong sport.” I hiss and he chuckles, putting it back on the rack. I find a white golf dress and some white shoes.
“The ladies locker room is just through there, so you can go get changed and I’ll meet you back out here.” Harry instructs before disappearing into the men’s locker room.

I get changed and plait my hair into two ponytail plaits. When I meet Harry back out in the lobby, he is wearing a purple shirt and black pants, and has tied his hair back into a ponytail. Freak.

“Ready to learn how to play golf?” He smirks, handing me a bag of clubs that is way too heavy and a guy dressed in all black quickly comes and takes it off me. “I’ll carry that Miss.” He offers, throwing it over his back effortlessly and then taking Harry’s. Odd.

“Come on.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads us out onto the green, where a golf cart is waiting. He jumps in the drivers seat and I hop in the passenger.

“He’s what we call a caddy, he carries the gear etc. or you can carry your own but it’s a lot of effort.” He gestures to the guy hopping in a golf cart behind us.

“Great. This is already sooo interesting.” I roll my eyes, holding onto the cart as Harry drives onto the hilly green. Out of everything on my list this has got to be the most boring and pointless.

He drives too fast to the first spot and almost tips the whole cart at one stage. To think I felt completely safe on the back of a motorbike but now terrified by his crazy driving.

“Fucking hell Harry! I should be driving!” I scold him as we finally stop, I jump out of the cart and collapse to the ground, pretending to kiss it.

“Oh it wasn’t that bad. I’m a good driver.”
“Yeah of motorbikes and cars but definitely not golf carts, jesus Christ!” I stand up, wiping off the grass.

“Are you hear to criticize my driving or learn how to play golf?” He smacks my arse and I jump, smacking his hand away.

“Golf. But only if you don’t do that cliché, oh here let me show you how, and stand behind me with your arms around mine and directing my swing.”
“Oh.” He looks away.

“That was your plan wasn’t it!” I exclaim, tilting my head back as I laugh at him.

“Shut up, they do it in movies, I thought it would be cute.”

“Yeah well cute isn’t what we aim for.” I scrunch my face up.

The caddy walks over to us, first to Harry and hands him a stick…club, maybe.

“Miss, I think this one is the one you want to use on this one.” He hands me some club thingy, I wouldn’t know the difference unless it was in a book I could study.

“Thanks.” I smile sweetly at him and he blushes. I look at Harry who rolls his eyes which causes me to laugh. He strolls over to the tee and

“Alright so what you want to do, is line yourself up, you want to be parallel to your target. Feet are shoulder width apart, now your back foot needs to be at a 90 degree angle to the target, so that you can follow through by rotating your hip. Balance your weight on the balls of your feet, slightly bend your knees, grip the club, and then follow through.” He explains as he gets into position, pulling the club back behind is head and swinging through to hit the ball. Fuck he looks really attractive right now.