I'm Your's (Zoella Sugg and Harry Styles)

chapter eight

**Harry's POV**


As I was checking my phone I heard a knock on the door. "No, wait!" I shouted at Liam who was opening the door.

"Let me open the door- Heeyy Zoe!" I said rushing to the front door. Zoe was standing in the doorway smiling at me. Liam had this mischievous grin on his face, constantly looking between Zoe and I to see what we would do. I spoke up first, "Why don't you come in Zoe." I said smiling at her and sneaking Liam an annoyed glance.

"Sorry for my appearance," Liam said, suddenly become aware that he was in pajamas.

"No problem! The horses are adorable!" she replied as Liam looked at Zoe and I, laughing.

I left Zoe with Liam for a moment so I could grab my phone and wallet. As I made my way back into the room I saw them both talking as if they were old friends, totally friendly.

"Let's go Zoe!"

We both said goodbye to Liam who was upset being left home alone. Although we both knew he would never want to be a third wheel.

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**Zoe's POV**

" So, what will we be doing today?" I asked curiously as Harry neared a red traffic light.

"Well," He replied, " I was thinking of taking you to an ice skating rank for a little while." 

He smiled at me with a lopsided grin. "That sounds great." I said smiling back at him.

I looked out the window and we passed a cute outdoor ice skating rink.

I turned, looking at him with a quizzical expression on my face.

 “How is there nobody at the rink? It’s the perfect night for ice skating.” I continued looking out the window and followed the rank with my gaze. 

 Harry took his eyes off the road to throw me a mischievous grin.

 “I may have planned this yesterday. I just wanted everything to be perfect.” I looked at him once more scrunching up my face and crossing my arms. 

 He looked back at the road. I kept my eyes on him long enough to see the soft pink make way to his cheeks as he parked the car. 

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“Whoa!” I spun around to see Harry falling onto the ice.

“Well,” I said as I helped him up “At least you’re falling on your bum instead of on your head.”

We both giggled as we skated around the ice. I guess if you could call it skating. It was more like stumbliing and sliding. After a few more laps around, we headed into a nearby diner for some much needed hot chocolate.

We talked and talked and sipped our hot chocolate until it was close to 6:30.

“It’s getting quite late, I think I should get going. My train leaves at 7:10, and I don’t really want to miss it” I said as I ripped a tear in the paper placemat set on the table.

“Yes it is getting late, but who likes late train rides? Maybe you can stay at my flat for the night.”

As much as I wanted to spend the night at his flat, I had just met him. Sleeping where he lives would not be appropriate, at all.

“I have to get back to my dad and brother Harry, I’m sorry” I began to get up from the table when Harry quickly placed his had on top of mine.

“Let me drive you to the station.”