#Also sorry that this isn't a full green text I know I know tomato tomato tomato

[missing-fanfics]

Golfing

A/N: Sarah here, hello. This is literally based on Niall’s Instagram story. Also this DM with Ky. So this goes out to that fool.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: none...not even any swears I wanna say

Niall Horan x reader

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You smiled to yourself as you tugged on the sleeve of your yellow jumper. The hemming of it was coming undone from years of wear. That didn’t stop you from wearing it in public though. Especially to see your best mates.

It was a stupid idea really. It was a Monday for starters, 24° C (75° F) for second, and the middle of the day for third. Monday made you irritable, 24° making you bundle up due to your overdramatic nature, and it being noon made you swear like a sailor at the mid day traffic.

You were going to Wentworth.

A place you were very familiar with based on the similar love you and your mates shared. Golfing. As a Brit it was a cliché really. Loving the sport was so stereotypical yet, it was a huge part of your life. It was also where you met a small number of the people you held dearly. One in specific meaning more than the rest.

You tugged at your sleeve again and pulled a Yankees cap over your ponytail clad hair. You smirked as you unlock your car door. There was only one person you knew that was insane enough, and not busy enough to do this.

“Mista Niall Horan” you quipped in a weird accent, bounding over to your number one favorite Irishman. He stood with his arms crossed leaning against his car in the parking lot. He turned at your ridiculous address and a big smile grew over his face.

“Why if it isn't Y/N Y/L/N” he said mimicking you’re old fancy English accent. You grinned back at him.

“I suppose it’s only us then. I texted Katy and Mark, but they both were busy for whatever reason” he said rolling his eyes jokingly. You smirked and led the way to the main building so you could get to the golfing pitches and to pick up the clubs and balls. Lord knows you weren’t lugging your own equipment to a non-serious game.

“I think Mark is doing something with organizing your next golfing charity event and I honestly don’t know what Katy is doing. But they’re both losers, let’s establish that” you joked bumping Niall with your shoulder as you two walked. He let out a laugh as you insulted the only people that were actually working while you both slagged off.

That’s how it always went. You and Niall were always not busy and somehow spent those boring hours together as you laughed about the ridiculousness of that and how all your friends were never free.

“Well as non losers let’s play some golf” he said holding the main door open for you. You snorted as you pat his shoulder and walked in.

To say it was a disaster was an understatement.

You and Niall had both grabbed a bag with clubs and were hauling them to the fields you were playing on. Wentworth’s club was home to some of the most fun and quality holes you’d ever played at.

“Would you care to up the stakes on this friendly game?” Niall asked resting his glove clad hands on his hips. You looked up from rummaging through your bag and nearly dropped your jaw.

His grey sweater was pulled off at some point and his white button up was cuffed up to his elbows. His hat matching yours was resting on his bag and his brown hair was tousled and messy. With his golfing gloves and tight golfing pants on full display, you blinked a few times to try and stay focused.

“Uhh sorry what?” You said realising your mouth went dry. It wasn’t like Niall was so sexy you couldn’t look at him, it was more like every time his blue eyes met yours, everytime you made him smile or laugh, everytime he stood in containment with just being near you, you absolutely lost all sense of intelligence.

He repeated his question with a smirk and you hummed while looking ahead. Not daring to make eye contact with him.

“And what do you have in mind?” You smirked deciding to play the coy role. He smirked back at you and rubbed his jaw in thought.

“Alright whoever wins gets one favor from the other” you purse your lips still staring at the green grass ahead of you.

“Alright Niall, you’re on”

The game was instantly more intense.

Both of your focus was on another level as you lined up shots and swung your clubs with such accuracy. It was as if nothing could stop the pair of you.

That was until it started to rain.

The English showers could never stay gone for long and in just a few seconds the sunny day was all storm clouds as heavy rain poured from the sky.

You laughed as you hit the tee your golf ball was laying on. You nicked the ground and mud splattered on you and Niall’s white shoes.

“Ay!” Niall yelled jumping back. You laughed harder and purposefully missed as you whacked at the ground.

He started to laugh too and while you were attacking the ground, he quietly and carefully brought his golf ball and aimed at your feet. With a satisfying plop it landed in the mud puddle you created and you were sprayed with mud.

You stared at him in shock as he doubled over and cracked up at your expression. Mud littered your shirt and face and you gaped at him.

“Oh you did not” you sputtered as you dropped your club on the ground. The rain only poured down harder and you felt your hair sticking to your skull. Niall yelped as he dropped his own club and sprinted towards the parking lot, you on hot pursuit.

You heard Niall’s laughter as you chased him across the pitches. He was obviously faster than you, but not by much. He skidded to a stop in front of your car and you crashed into his back.

“Woah Y/N!” he called spinning around to steady you. You glared up at him. His brown hair was matted to his forehead and the freezing rain soaked you both to the bone. His beautiful face was flushed from the run down here and you froze as you noticed your proximity.

You shuddered out a breath as you shivered in his hold. The rain’s freezing water only made you want to get closer to him and you were so thankful for that excuse.

“You won” you said staring into his blue eyes. He didn’t move from where he clutched your waist from trying to steady you. He nodded, but didn’t move away.

“Your fav-” “Let me kiss you”

You blinked up at him. If it weren’t for your already flushed cheeks from the cold you were sure you would’ve been a tomato. You gulped as you nodded at him. His eyes were so intense. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his own face flushed after you nodded.

With gentle touches he brought a hand to your cheek and the other stayed to hold your waist. He searched your eyes for any resistance before slowly and gingerly placing his mouth over yours. Niall was gentle at first, with soft pressure and after you pushed against him just as softly he deepened the kiss.

You brought a hand to run through his soaked hair and another to rest on his chest. Just wanting to feel how alive and real he was. This wasn’t a day dream, this wasn’t a lie, you were kissing Niall. A friend you had for years, and a crush for longer.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes still closed as he took a deep breath.

“So much for the friend aspect of the game” you whispered your eyes closed and your forehead resting against his. He snickered before pulling away from you to laugh fully.

You grinned as that wonderful noise broke though the rain cascading.

“So much for that”