records: l.t. // h.s.

eight

To put it nicely: Harry sucks at ice skating. The second he placed his skate on the ice he fell right on his ass. And Louis of course almost had a heart attack because of that. Just the thought of Harry getting hurt makes Louis want to stop breathing.

Now Louis and Harry are sitting in the bleachers, watching Zayn and Liam skate around with their hands laced together.

"Sorry," Harry mumbles. "Probably should've mentioned I don't know how to skate."

Louis just smiles at Harry, "It's okay."

Harry shakes his and sits up straight.

"Louis you should be out there, with your friends."

"It's fine, Harry. I didn't really want to come in the first place."

They sit in silence with Harry's eyebrows knitted together and his bottom lip pouted out. Louis continues to watch Zayn and Liam. They're just skating in circles around the rink, connected by their hands. Liam is laughing at something Zayn must have said and Zayn is looking at him as if he was the air he breathed.

Louis wants that. Louis wants that so bad.

Louis is so focused on Zayn and Liam he doesn't even notice Harry standing up until Harry mumbles something.

"What?" Louis asks.

Harry hangs his head, his curls covering his face, and plays with a fringe on his jumper.

"Um-I was wondering-er-if you could teach me to skate?"

When Louis agrees, Harry looks back up and has that stupid smile that seems to always make Louis's heart stop. Harry's cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and Louis can't tell if it's from the cold or embarrassment.

Zayn smiles at the two boys when Louis helps Harry to the entrance of the rink.

"Look who finally decided to join!" Liam shouts.

And of fucking course Zayn is watching Liam with that stupid way Louis wishes someone would use when looking at him.

"Shut it before I push your ass down, Payne!"

Liam laughs then continues skating and Louis just smiles. When Louis turns to Harry, Harry is already looking down at him. His eyes are bright, his dimples prominent. Louis thinks he's fucking dreaming.

"Shall we get started?" Louis grins.

Harry's smile gets wider, "We shall."

Suddenly Harry is grabbing Louis's hand and stepping onto the ice without notice. Before Louis can even register what is happening, Harry is already on the ground.

"Bloody hell, Harry. Are you okay?" Louis bends down.

"M'fine. Just stings a little."

Louis lends Harry a hand and when Harry is somewhat stable standing up, their fingers lace together. Harry's hand practically engulf Louis's small hand. The cold metal from Harry's rings brings chills to Louis just like he knew they would. Louis is pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, minus the struggle to breathe.

It takes about fifteen minutes before Harry is able to stand on the skates, and almost an hour for Harry to finally get the hang of it.

Just as Harry is able to skate without falling or almost falling, Louis starts to let go of Harry's hand. However, Harry just tangles their fingers together again, holding on a little tighter. Louis doesn't say anything, just looks down, holds on and smiles.

It's when they're skating next to Liam and Zayn, laughing, does Louis finally look at Harry. Harry isn't laughing though. He's looking down at Louis with such admiration trapped into those green eyes. His smile is just barely there, dimples just the slightest bit indented.

Louis thinks he's going to cry because maybe, just maybe, he does have someone to look at him in that way.