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fourteen

"I'm gonna fall!"

"No, you're not. Just concentrate, it's not that hard - honestly!"

"Don't let go of my hand!"

"But I-"

"I'M SLIPPING!" Louis shrieked, making a grab for my hand. I laughed and skated the short distance over to him, taking his hands in my own and helping him stand up straight. "Honestly, Cassie! I can't fall, what if I land on my face?!" he looked at me in horror, pointing to his face. "This, this is the money, right here!"

"Really? I could have sworn your talent was singing, not looking pretty. Besides, it's not your face they like, it's your arse!"

"I am not pretty, I am ruggedly handsome," he turned his head away from me, his nose in the air as I laughed. "I am! My mum told me so!"

"Okay then. I'm letting go of you now, Lou."

"No you can't, I-"

"You can stand on your own!" I told him. "Look, just... You're not balanced properly! Move your legs a bit further apart..." I instructed and he smirked at me.

"Cassie," he raised an eyebrow. "We're in public..."

"Don't be a pervert or I'll push you over myself, Tomlinson!" I pointed a finger in his face. "Just stand with them further apart... Like that, yeah. Then you just- look, give me your hand and we'll actually try skating first alright?" I raised an eyebrow, holding out my hand to him which he immediately grabbed and clung on to. "Okay, push off with your right foot... Right, Louis!" I tutted, his foot left foot colliding with my right one. He did the most womanly shriek I've ever heard as the blade caught the ice. He stumbled, his feet slipping on the ice and he fell down, pulling me with him. I landed on his stomach and he let a loud "oomph!", laughing when he looked at me sprawled across him.

"Really, Cass, if you wanted to get closer you should have just told me," he grinned, leaning up on his elbows, one of his hands reaching out as he brushed his fingers across my cheek. "You're cheeks are all rosy..." he whispered. "And you're nose is red. You look like Rudolph."

"...Romantic, Louis," I giggled, opening my eyes to see the smile on his face. I saw a flash out of the corner of my head and my head snapped round, my eyes landing on two teen girls stood over in the corner, huddled together and glancing our way. I quickly moved away from Louis, pulling myself up and holding on to the side as I helped him up, letting go of his hand when I was sure he wasn't going to land on his arse again.

"What's wrong?" he frowned, putting his hands on my waist. I peeked over the shoulder, the girls still staring over at us.

"Fans," I whispered, pointing. Louis turned round and smiled at them, sending a small wave their way as they started giggling. "I'm just-"

"Are you still getting hassle?" Louis interrupted. I shrugged my shoulders, looking down and examining my fingernails.

It had been a little over a month since Louis and I had "officially" gotten together at his birthday party and, while the majority of One Direction fans were lovely, there were a few that were... well, much less accepting.

I was still trying to understand why, if you don't like someone, you don't just ignore them? Instead of seeking them out on Twitter to send them abusive messages. The boys had been supportive, though - especially Harry, he was constantly sticking up for me as best he could without getting into trouble – and Danielle was teaching me how she dealt with it.

Sophie, however, had taken to arguing back with them. Apparently, she "wouldn't let anyone talk to her friend that way".

"It's getting better," I told him quietly. "It's... I just ignore it, now. What's the worst they can do, call me names on the internet? They don't know me, they don't know the situation..."