"Everyone has the fire, but the champions know when to ignite the spark." ― Amit Ray


He had absolutely no idea what lay in store for him. I had kept it a secret for so long and it made it even harder to keep my mouth shut since he shot the Night Changes music video. See, the thing was that Harry thought I couldn't ice-skate. Every time he suggested doing it, I politely told him that I didn't want to. But I could ice-skate and he didn't know that. I had been a figure skater as a young girl, entering competitions and doing quite well in them. Harry asked me for probably the millionth time if I wanted to go ice-skating with him. The thought of the pain in his eyes again was too much for me so I agreed and I swear, I had never received a tighter hug from him before.

"I promise I won't let you fall, Caitlin. You trust me, right?" He asked.

"Of course I trust you." I nodded. Oh, Styles, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this!

Harry took me to the ice rink outside the Natural History Museum in London, the same location of his shoot for Night Changes. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I skated across the ice effortlessly. It was going to be priceless.

"I can hold your hand, if you want." He said as I tied the laces of my ice-skates on. I looked up at him with a smile and shook my head.

"I would like to start off on my own, if that's OK?"

"Whatever you want, petal." Harry replied, tucking his hair behind his ear. I rested my hand on the railing around the rink, staring out at the other people skating, pretending to look worried. I felt his hand rest on my back, his gaze on me.

"You alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just give me a second." I said, giving him a small smile. I took a deep breath and placed one skate on the ice then the other one, still holding onto the railing. Longing to see the priceless look on my boyfriend's face, I pushed myself forward, joining the crowd of skaters. I decided to turn around and skate backwards, my scarf blowing around me as I did a little twirl. My eyes attached themselves to Harry who was still standing by the railing, his mouth open and his green eyes wide.

"You...can ice-skate?" He gasped as I skated over to him.

"Of course I can, you dolt! I used to be a figure skater." I giggled.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because the look of shock on your face when you found out was so tempting. The wait paid off, that's for sure." I grinned widely.

"You're so sneaky, you." Harry shook his head, running his hand through his curls.

"You bet I am. Now, come ice-skate with me, baby." I demanded, grabbing his hands and pulling him onto the ice. He was just as good as me on his skates, me moving backwards with him facing me. We danced together on the ice, laughing like just-in-love teenagers. After all the months of keeping this secret from Harry, it was wonderful to finally break free and do what I was great at. I let go of his hands and skated faster, doing a leap, twisting around in the air before landing perfectly back on the ice.

"Can you teach me to do that?" Harry suggested.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to get hurt..." I bit my lip. I didn't learn that move in one night. It had taken days, weeks, to perfect all the moves of figure skating.

"Pfft, I'll be fine, petal." He reassured me. I sighed and directed him what to do. He did fine with the first bit but as soon as he leaped into the air, I could picture him falling before he even landed. He came down onto the ice in a mess of curls and flying clothes. I squealed his name and skated over to him, helping him to his feet.

"Are you OK, baby? I knew you were going to get hurt! You stupid goof...!"

"Relax, Caitlin. I'm fine, I'm not hurt. I fell over many times while filming Night Changes. Nothing new to me, petal." Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Harry was too much of a show-off, that's why he got hurt a lot. I could only imagine him getting hurt when he goes to film Dunkirk, maybe pulling out his back while doing a stunt. But he was my show-off and I wouldn't have him any other way.

"Come on, petal. Let's keep on skating. I promise I won't do anything reckless." He smirked, taking my hand in his, slowly resuming our dancing on the ice.

The rest of our ice-skating date flowed swimmingly with no more ridiculous moves from Harry. I did a few tricks that I remembered very well as Harry looked upon me with adoration, a giant grin on his face. Tonight was perfect and I knew for certain that we would be back here again very soon.

Notes

Hope you liked this, Caitlin! I know it's short but I didn't know what else to write.

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