One Chance ➳ l.s

|Chapter 8

|Chapter 8

Louis was sat on one of the benches, tying up the laces on his skates. His hands were a little shaky, because he was fearing getting on the ice, knowing he'll make a fool of himself.

Niall, Zayn, Liam and Harry were all standing around waiting for Louis to be ready. The second Niall saw Louis tie his final bow with his laces, he was making it a race to the rink with Liam and Zayn following close behind.

Harry was about to dart off right after them, until he saw how Louis was having a bit of a struggle with standing on the thin skates. He was quick to the smaller boy's side, holding up so he didn't fall.

"You all good?" Harry asked, a small smile on his lips.

"Kinda. I haven't actually, ice-skated before." Louis gave a nervous smile back.

Harry's brows raised in surprise. "Never? You're already twenty and you haven't skated before?"

Louis shrugged. "It wasn't really a priority at the time Harry." The boy chuckled.

"Well, now it is. Come on." 

The two slowly made their way to the rink, Louis having to get use to walking in the new shoes.

Far out in the rink, they could see Niall, Liam and Zayn skating around each other, fooling around and laughing. Damn you Niall, you're going to make me look like an idiot! Louis thought.

Louis watched as Harry stepped out onto the ice, moving around for a bit. The older watched in amazement. His hands were still shaking, even more if that was possible. Harry returned to stand in front of Louis, a wide grin on his face.

"You ready?"

A shaky breath left Louis, slightly nodding his head. He gripped tightly onto the half wall that surrounded the ice, slowly placing a foot onto the slippery ground. His eyes widened when he realized just how slippery it actually was.

Harry noticed the fear on the boy's face, skating up close to him and holding out both of his hands. 

"I'll help you." He smiled softly. "Hold onto my arms."

Louis did as he said, gripping onto the thick coat covering Harry's arm. He finally stepped his other foot onto the ice, his legs quivering obviously. Louis thought that if he held on any tighter to Harry's arms, he might even cause bruises.

"I'm gonna move a little bit. Just keep a hold on me." Harry said, looking down into the bright blue eyes in front of him.

"O-Okay."

As Harry moved, Louis didn't move his feet at all, fearing that if he did, he would fall.

"See! You're getting there!"

Louis finally looked up from his skates and into Harry's emerald eyes. Wow, he thought. He could look into these beautiful eyes all day if he could. Everything felt like it faded away as his gaze never left the boy. 

But why did it look like they were slowly moving away from him?

"You're doing it Lou!" He heard Harry's voice. And that's when everything snapped back to normal.

He realized that he was no longer holding onto Harry's arms, his eyes widening. Slight panic shot threw Louis' body. He was starting to slow down, becoming unbalanced. His arms flailed as he tried to stop moving, but he took a small step  forward, causing him to come crashing into Harry's chest and tumble to the cold ground.

Both boys got the air knocked out of them, landing with an 'oof'. Louis' cheeks immediately burned red in embarrassment, keeping his head down into Harry's chest. Could this get any worse?