Can You Understand? (1D fanfic)

Chapter 26

I really hated the world right now. Jordyn left my life forever, and Harry and I weren't speaking to each other. It was wrong timing though, because I had about a week until my figure skating championships. Rumor had it some of the USA Olympic coaches were going to be there. If I placed high enough, I could be a part of the team for the next Olympics, in four years. The ones that were coming up in a few months were in Berlin, Germany.

Anyway, I brought Dallas out to the ice rink again, to get my mind off all the drama going on. I had him put on my skates so I could show him how we figure skaters roll.

"That's it." I said, grabbing his hands that were on my waist. "Just go slowly."

"Hayley, your skates are too small. They're hurting my feet."

"Quit complaining." I said. "Or else, I'll let go."

Dallas tightened his grip on my waist. "Fine."

We proceeded to make a full lap around the empty rink with him holding on to my waist, as I guided him around while walking in Brown UGG boots.

"It's not that hard, is it?" I asked, watching Dallas's ankles wobble.

"Hayley freaking Evans," said Dallas in a matter of fact tone. "I've only been on ice skates twice in my life. Once when I was thirteen, and then two days ago. Now, stop GLOATING the fact that this is all too easy for you because you're practically an Olympic figure skater."

I giggled, and let go of Dallas.

"Wait!" he said, as his legs curved inwards and began to shake. "I can't do it!"

"Yes, you can." I said. "Just take a step forward.

"I'm sorry! I won't say anything else, just help-"

"Dallas." I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.

"Sheesh, if looks could kill-"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." I said. "Now just skate six feet over here."

Dallas rolled his eyes, but began slowly making his way over. His feet gently slid across the ice, and he flailed his arms, mercilessly.

"Focus, Dallas," I said as I stepped farther back. "I know you can do this."

Dallas found his balance, stopped, the pushed his left leg out in front of him, making him glide some more.

"Good, good." I said, moving farther back. "Keep coming."

Dallas's face grew wide as he stared down at his feet. He pushed with his left foot, and began to glide faster.

"Almost here." I said, smiling too.

Dallas pushed off his left foot again and was sliding pretty fast. I was still surprised he could balance.

"Great job, Dal!" I cried. "You're going to make it!"

"Wait!" he cried, extending his arms.

I really shouldn't have let him wait.

The next thing I knew, Dallas was attempting to do a triple lutz. He thrust himself in the air and twisted his ankles.

"Dallas! NO!" I yelled from the sidelines. I scooted as fast as my boots would take me to get to him.

Dallas landed on the side of his ankle, with a loud scream.

I quickly just gave up on running on the ice, and knee-slided to his aid.

"OW!" he cried, placing his hands on his left ankle.

"Dallas." I said, untying my prestine white skates, to realize he had completely deformed the left skate.

"OW." He cried, as I removed it. I yanked off his sock and his whole foot was swollen. I pinched my T-zone and sighed.

"Can you stand up?"

"No."

I sighed out of frustration. He probably just sprained his ankle, which isn't that much of a big deal, it's just really painful, but if he wasn't so stupid...

"Dallas, you know I broke my leg last spring doing that move, and I already knew how to execute it, I just happened to have my foot at the microscopic wrong angle. Why on earth would you try to do it?"

"I...wanted to impress you?"

"With what? Your crying skills?"

"Ouch."

I wrapped my arms underneath his legs and around his back and hoisted him up, no problem.

"Whoa! WHAT are you doing?"

I was surprised myself that I could actually carry him. "Taking you to the sidelines."

"I can do it myself."

I lowered him, but then he winced. "Never mind." He said. "But for the record, let's never speak of this."

"What? The fact that you're stupid enough to try to do a triple lutz? Or the fact that I can carry you without problem?"

"Both."

"Good." I said. "Because I can't have people know that you're an idiotic whimp."

"Oh yeah? I can probably carry you and Harry at the same  time."

Way to go, smart guy.

"Good for you." I said, as I plopped him down on a bench. "But let this be a lesson, that if you ever do something else like that that may hurt you again, just remember, I have the strength to punch your eyeballs out."

"Okay, okay." said Dallas, apprehensively. "Just get me to a doctor."