Soulmates. (Harry Styles) -completed-

♥-chapter fifteen-♥

Skis on our shoulder, Lisa and I trudged to the queue for the lift. Liam's eyes widened when he saw me at the kiosk. He shot a panicked look at Lisa.

'Kenzie, sweetheart, don't you think it's a bit early to take a run from the top?' he asked.

I suppressed my grin. 'No, I feel just in the mood.'

'Lisa, you need to talk her out of this - it's crazy! She could kill herself, and since I can't refuse her entry, Harry'll kill me!'

'Don't sweat it, Liam. She thinks she has an undiscovered talent.'

He covered the ticket with his hand. 'Not selling you one, Kenzie.'

I rolled my eyes. 'For heaven's sake, Liam, I'm not completely stupid. I'm just going up for the ride. Lisa's the one who's gonna ski down.'

He laughed with relief. 'Great. No charge then. But just to be sure, I'll look after your skis.'

Lisa flashed her season ticket and we climbed into the car. The view was spectacular. We hung over the roof of the Styles house for a second then set off up the cable. Below us, antlike skiers zipped to and fro, making this whole business look easy - I wish. Ten minutes later, we got out at the station at the top. Harry was busy loading the car to go down - there were only a few sightseers like me so it wouldn't take long.

'Grab a coffee.' Lisa nudged me towards the concession stand. 'I'll meet you back at the bottom of the cable car in half an hour.'

'OK. Have fun.'

Settling her feet on her skis, she propelled herself off the start of the black run.

'A coffee with milk and a doughnut, please,' I asked the shiny faced man at the stall.

'Not skiing, hon?' he asked, handing my pastry over in a white bag.

I shook my head. 'First time on skis. I'm rubbish.'

He laughed. 'So am I. That's why I stick to serving coffee.'

'How much?'

'On the house - to celebrate your first experience of skiing.'

'Oh. Thank you. That's very kind.'

He smiled. 'No need to worry.'

Harry jogged up behind me and scooped me round the waist, lifting me in the air, forcing a squeak from me. 'Harry!'

A deep laugh left his throat. 'How's it going?'

I frowned. 'I'm crap at skiing.'

'Yeah, I thought you might be.' He spun me around. 'i've only got a minute until the next car arrives, just enough time to steal a bit of whatever you've got in there.'

'This your girl, Harry?' asked the stallholder.

'Yeah, Josh.'

'Why is it the best ones are always taken? Ah well.' He passed over a Styrofoam cup and winked at me.

Harry took me back to his cabin at the head of the cable car. We could hear the creak and groan of the wheels running the lift. I studied Harry's face as he checked something on the control panel - the width of his shoulders as he reached to make an adjustment to the display, the muscles in his arms flexing. Back in England, I never understood why my friends spent all their time admiring boys, now I completely joined the party. Is this gorgeous boy really mind? It was hard to believe I had been so lucky.

'How do you know where the car is?' I asked as Harry absentmindedly took a bite out of the doughnut. 'Hey!'

He laughed, holding the bag out of my reach, and pointed to a display. 'I've only got four minutes.'