"You never said you were that good." Niall muttered irritably. Harry just laughed at him and he was really amused.
                          
"I think it's more, with the setting to do." he replied. "You're nervous, and you want to win. For me it doesn't matter."
                          
Niall looked at him in surprise.
                          
"Huh? It was you who said that we should bet?"
                          
Harry nodded happily and he took a few steps toward him. His eyes caught up the entire Nialls existence and he was calm throughout the body.
                          
"If I win or lose doesn't matter. I just wanted a day with you, on your or on my terms."
                          
Niall swallowed. He didn't know what to say. Harry walked more against him, and eventually he stopped right in front of Niall.
                          
"And do you know what I want to do during my day when I decide over you?"
                          
No! Niall realized that this was too much. Harry didn't see his uncertainty. He put his head askew and he looked down at Nialls lips.
                          
"One thing is certain. I will steal more kisses ..."
                          
Niall blushed. He swallowed and he felt weak in the knees.
                          
"So you will only kiss me for a whole day?"
                          
Harry laughed a little bit and he looked down over Nialls body, then up to his eyes.
                          
"And more...!"
                          
Maybe that Harry was looking to psych Niall? The problem was that he succeeded. When they had finished playing you couldn't miss who had won. Harry had played perfectly and Niall had almost missed each hole. He felt like a big loser and he couldn't understand how that could happen. When they came back to the cars was Harry happy.
                          
"On Saturday, at eight o'clock in the morning at my home."
                          
Niall looked up.
                          
"What do you mean?"
                          
Harry laughed happily.
                          
"Yes, on Saturday, I want you with me at eight o'clock. I'll take the bet seriously and you are mine for the whole day."
                          
Niall turned red all over his face and he got big eyes.
                          
"So I..." he dropped his chin. "But it..."
                          
Harry walked up to him and he didn't seem the least bit worried.
                          
"Come home to me and I will do the rest."
                          
Niall chose to nod.
                          
"And where do you live?"
                          
Harry took his hand through his own hair, and he swallowed.
                          
"I send a text message. I want everything to be a surprise."
                          
Niall frowned.
                          
"Why?"
                          
Harry laughed a little bit.
                          
"Let's just say that much will happen, and if I'm right, you will be more than satisfied."
                          
Niall jaw dropped and he lost the ability to talk. Harry laughed and he chose to walked over to his own car.
                          
"Don't worry." he said quickly and gave Niall a last look. "I will not do something stupid, just what we want to do."
                          
Niall stood with wide eyes opened. He didn't know what to say, think or believe. He watched as Harry picked up the golf clubs in the car. He gave Niall a last smile before he jumped into the car and left the area. Niall just stood there. What was it that Harry would do with him? Indeed, this wasn't exactly what he expected of this day, to lose and then realize that Harry got the power.

                          
Niall was like a question mark all the way home. He got up a thousand things that Harry could force him to do, and the most obvious was that perhaps they ended up in bed. Okay, Niall may not directly have anything against it, but at the same time, he wasn't gay. He parked the car and he was still sitting in there for a long time. He peered toward the house, which he lived in and he just felt small and frightened. No, Harry was a nice guy and maybe he just wanted that Niall would be afraid over nothing? Maybe it would just be an ordinary Saturday, with two friends as talked and did normal things together? Yes, Niall was now certain over that Harry just wanted to tease him, test him and maybe make him believe more than that would really happen?