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"That'll be 18 pounds even sir," Harry Styles says with a fake smile. The man gives him the money and in return Harry gives two pairs of ice skates to him and his eager looking daughter. He watches as the little girl skips merrily to a bench to let her father tie up her laces.

That was the second customer he's had all day. "How is this place even open," he mumbles to himself in annoyance. The only reason he works here is because of a tedious uni loan that needs paid off and one of his friends had a connection to the owner. Harry looks around. A young couple are skating in the small rink and the father and daughter are now walking away from the benches and towards the rink entrance. Harry turns around and steals a small bag of crisps on display, sitting back down in front of the register. Minutes after devouring the bag a jingle of the bells attached to the door makes Harry's head turn.

Standing in front of the door stands a man with light, feathery brown hair. He's wearing a blue jacket and a pair of ivory colored figure skates are hung over his shoulder. He walks over to Harry but not once looking at him, just eyeing the rink with his soft blue irises.

"H-how much to just skate? I've got my own," he says with not looking up once. Harry tells him the price, just 5 pounds, and the man finally looks away and locks his eyes with Harry's. His heart flutters for a moment, he was absolutely beautiful. The man walks away and ties his laces quickly, leaving his trainers at the end of one of the benches that's peeling with red paint. He enters the rink and does multiple laps before going faster and faster, dodging the little girl who finally got the hang of it and the couple starting to display some serious PDA. Harry leans against the counter, watching the man skate gracefully around the rink doing tricks until closing time.

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