Falling In Love With A Gold Medalist

Chapter I: Admiring From Afar

This Fanfic was made for a friend, some of Y/N's traits are based around her.

The first time I saw him was on a hot summer evening. I was flipping aimlessly through TV channel after TV channel. It seemed impossible to find something interesting to watch, and I couldn't justify turning on my poor dying laptop to play some games, which would most likely just combust, explode and burn my parents house down if I even pressed the "on" button.

It was an unbearably hot day, and the heat bothered me to the point where I swore I was physically melting into an unappealing pile of goo. The soda can that was warming in my sweat-sticky hand didn't help much with the problem either.

An image of an ice skating rink suddenly caught my attention, halting my channel searching.

Figure skating? I knew of it, but it never really interested me, but right at that moment the cold was alluring, and made me want to go to the nearest ice rink. Speaking of, we did have an ice rink nearby, but I had never gone due to cost related issues, my parents claimed.

I on the other hand was quite sure it was free to practice there under 18, which I was at the time. But I didn't dare speak against their words or there would be something worse than that torturing heat to come.

A silver-haired person approached the rink from the side, I found my eyes trained on his every movement, the way he seemed so at ease whereas every other contestant on the sidelines seemed to be close to peeing their pants from the nerves.

He had long silver locks tied up in a tight ponytail. I couldn't quite see his face but the way he carried himself with grace and confidence intrigued me more than I would have liked to admit.

The camera suddenly zoomed in revealing his face. He had fair features, captivating round blue eyes, silky smooth hair, and a gentle smile dancing on his lips. He waved toward the audience, thousands of girls; and a fair amount of boys, erupting into cheers, screaming, squealing and cooing. He was popular for sure, that I could tell, but you can't always judge a book by its cover.

He was good-looking, but that didn't mean he was a good figure skater. Not that I knew anything about the matter.

Music flooded the room as the performance was preparing to start, the commentator announcing its next contestant.

"The sensational young Russian skater has gone on to be one of the best young skaters in the figure skating world! Today we will witness his last junior performance before he takes the big step into the adult figure skating industry! Welcome on the ice, Victor Nikiforov!"

His name stuck itself in my brain like gum to hair and I suddenly felt admiration course through me when I saw him fly across the ice like it was second nature to him.

Not that I wanted to, but I had to admit that a red hue dusted my cheeks after the show as he blew a kiss straight into the camera. Smirking, cockily, in the cutest way possible, holding up his bouquet of flowers and the golden medal.

Several years later.

"Straighten your back Y/N! Not make it actually straight! We're trying to make your posture better, not make you stiff as a brick and straight as a plank." My instructor shouted from outside the rink. It had been several years since I watched that show on TV but it had only been about a year since I decided I would try out ice skating.

It was fun, but everything was difficult and my instructor was not going to take it easy on me.

"Do forward crossovers for 15 minutes, then stretch, after you're done you can go home." My instructor said while stepping into the rink to gather some equipment from other classes that were catered towards children.