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A few days later Harry eventually takes up on Louis' offer on teaching him how to skate. So almost everyday Harry will shut down the rink earlier (may or may not having permission with his boss) and Louis teaches him the basics of figure skating.

Everyday Harry will learn more about Louis. For instance he has too many sisters to count, he loves to drink tea, and that he can't cook a meal to save his life.

"I could teach you that," Harry says one day at their practice.

"What?" Louis asks, watching as Harry does little circles around Louis. In the days of Louis' skating 101 class, Harry has gotten about 400% better at moving around on the blades.

"N-no, I mean I could teach you how to cook. I know you said that your mom told you that you boiled water for too long, It could be like a trade. You teach me to skate and I teach you how to cook."

"I'd love that Harry," Louis says. Harry stops skating and stands right in front of him. They both grin before starting to skate again. Louis can't help but not smile.

He's kind of knew since the second time he came to the rink that Harry had a thing for him but Louis didn't return the feelings what so ever. He doesn't know what made him change his mind but now that he realizes it he likes Harry. A lot.

Suddenly he hears ice scraping behind him so he turns around to find Harry speeding directly towards him.

"Lou, I can't stop!!" Harry shouts.

"Use that trick I taught y-" Louis begins to shout but before he can finish his sentence Harry barrels right into him. They both fall to the ground with there eyes shut tight as the flakes of ice liter their jackets. Louis peaks a eye open to find Harry laying on top of him. He smiles when his brown hair tickles his cheeks but fireworks run through his veins when Harry's nose brushes past his own and they look at each other; just inches away. Harry lets out a chuckle and his head moves a inch closer than before. Louis hears his heart pound and he flutters his eyelashes closed for a kiss but he opens them when he realizes Harry isn't leaning in. His once smile, showing off his dimples that he's has grown to love, changes and he looks horrified.

"Louis your head!" Harry shouts. Louis touches his forehead slightly and feels a pinch of pain. He brings his fingertips down to see them dripping with dark blood.

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