Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
inspired by the video above which is just too adorable - also the time frame for the olympics is entirely off but in the name of fiction, let's pretend it isn't.
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Synopsis: Y/N and Harry are rivals until the unexpected happens.
The ice had always felt like home.
Outside our old house that I had spent the better part of my childhood growing and learning, we had a pond. Living in England, cold weather was typical and it grew so cold to the point where the pond would freeze over and become strong and steady enough to skate on.
My father bought me my first pair of ice skates when I was six years old. I had never been ice-skating before that moment but, being the outgoing, spontaneous father he was, he had picked up the boots from a car boot sale in the early hours of Saturday morning for just two pound.
That exact same day I stepped onto the ice for the ferry first time.
The boots weren't the best quality and I found myself wobbling about on them but I was completely determined to learn how to balance myself in the middle of our pond. Every single day during my sixth winter, I'd be out on the ice learning how to glide and spin. My father sitting on the sidelines rooting for me even when I fell and bruised both my knees.
As the years went on, my ability to skate on the ice improved greatly. I could do many tricks that I had learnt by myself through YouTube videos and books my family would by me for Christmas. Eventually, when I turned nine, my father invested in ice-skating lessons and much like by the pond, he'd be sat on the benches cheering me on no matter how weak I was compared to the rest of my teammates.
My mother had died a year after I was born. My brother, Reese, was four at the time it happened. It had broken my father's heart for a long period of time and there are moments in the night where I still hear him calling out for her in his sleep. There are moments where I feel guilty being around him because he's always said I look exactly like her. I didn't want to be a reminder of something he was trying to let go of.
Our relationship was strained because of my mother's absence and my inability to feel close to him in fear I would make him sad. But, when he came running into the house on that cold Saturday morning with the cheap ice skates in hand, our relationship ignited through my passion of ice-skating.
Compared to the other girls on my team, we weren't rich. We weren't poor but we definitely did not share the same wealth the rest of the girls did. I picked up a Saturday job when I was fourteen, answering calls at my dad's garage and booking appointments. I'd also do chores around the house to earn pocket money which eventually lead me into replacing my battered, second hand ice skates with a brand new pair.
When it came to showcases, I couldn't afford to buy new leotards and fancy outfits since most of my money was spent on my ice-skates and lessons. Thankfully I had two wonderful people in my life to help me stay up in the night to glue sequins onto thrifted costumes. Reese would make jokes as he stuck gems on the seems of my outfit and my father would curse under his breath as he tried his best to sew things together.
