Harry is a figure skater, all his life he's been on the ice and it's literally all he knows and cares about. He's never really had friends, let alone ever been in a relationship.
One day, Harry was skating in NYC in Rockefeller center when he meets the man of his dreams. A man who can't stand figure skaters, but can he put his differences aside to help Harry when no none else wants to?
"Figure skating is my life, why can't you accept that?" Harry pleads with Niall as the tears were flowing down his face.
Niall sighs and brings his thumb to wipe them away, "I can, I just don't like the idea of someone loving something more than me. I want you to love me the way you love skating."
Harry stops crying for a moment, "But I do, every time I'm on the ice, you're the only thing that crosses my mind. I only want you, at the end of the day it's just you."