Spilled Drinks

Then I decided to see what people said about his personality. I guess that he's covered in tattoos, which I guess makes him some type of womanizer, according to the magazines I searched online. I glanced at him now, searching his face for any hardness or bitterness. I did find some, which frightened me. Who knows how violent he got when he didn't get what he wanted.

I definitely didn't want to see that side of him."


7. Chapter Seven

"My mummy did, actually." He said, lacking a better comeback. I snorted, leading him onto the ice.

"Now skate."



As I stepped onto the ice, Harry looked uncertainly at the cloudy ice below us. I skated a small circle, my small, tight dress restricting me a huge amount. I gestured to the ice, trying to get him to step onto it. He stepped down, his foot tapping it like he was trying to find a steady way to stand. When he stayed there, his foot tap-tapping, I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand. I yanked, pulling him onto the ice in a unsteady fashion. He rammed into me, making me collapse to the cold ice with him right on top of me.

"Wow, I thought you would've waited a little longer to get underneath me." He smirked, his face too close to my own. I sucked in a breath, trying to get him off of me.

"You mind?" I said, both hands on his chest, pressing him up. Thank God for all of those yoga classes I'd been taking. I lifted him up a few inches, before he stepped off, slipping to the edge of the rink. His hands clasped the side as I laughed at him, standing up. I brushed off the small frost forming on the black dress, shivering.

"Are you cold?" Harry was suddenly by my side, his arm wrapped around me. His warmth was already appealing to me, and I unwillingly snuggled a little closer to him. "You can have my coat, if you'd like."

I sighed, stepping away from him. I shook my head, smiling. "I don't want you to get cold."

"Heather, I don't get cold," he then smirked, flipping his hair to the side. "I'm too hot for that."

I snickered, shaking my head at his dreadful joke. Why in the world was I even laughing at his joke?

He started to take off his coat, shaking out of it in such an attractive way that I didn't even know was possible. He slipped it off of his long arms, then handed it to me. He was wearing only a white button up beneath it, with a few buttons undone. I took it gratefully, putting it on over my skimpy dress. It smelled delightful, making my mouth curl up at the edges.

"Thank you, Harry." I said, trying to get the huge sleeves to not fall. I turned and started to skate away, rounding the corner of the rink rapidly. I could hear him call out from behind me, but I kept going. I'd gone here ever since I arrived in New York City, since I'd been so alone, I needed somewhere to think, where nobody would bother me...

"Heather! Wait up!" Harry yelled out from behind me, startling me out of my thoughts. I looked behind me, cracking up when I saw his arms frantically flailing around, his legs rapidly moving. I stopped moving, reaching my hand up so I could help him stop. He grabbed on, almost falling on the ice.

"Here, I'll teach you." I said, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him behind me. He grabbed onto my waist, to which I swatted his arms away. "No, no."

"C'mon, it'll be easier like this. Just think of me as a friend, for God sakes."

I sighed, nodding, letting his palms rest on my hips. I prayed that I didn't have love handles as I led him forward, my legs moving slowly. "Now, carefully lift your foot and put it in front of your other one..."

"Mmkay..." He said, straining to follow my directions. Eventually, when I felt that he had enough instruction, I wrenched his fingers from my sides and watched him skate. His eyebrows scrunched with serious concentration, he looked up at me and grinned.

"I'm doing it! I'm ice skating!" He laughed, starting to go a little faster. I debated telling him to slow down, but decided that if he fell, it would actually be hilarious. So I let him go, watching him accelerate around the corner. Surprisingly, he made it, only teetering a little. He slowed down, looking at me as I skated behind him. I caught up to his side with ease, smiling smugly.

"Why are you so good?" He asked, stumbling a little bit. I caught him by his arm, and he steadied himself.

"I went here almost every single day." I looked at the bright lights shining down at us, smiling at the memory of loneliness, but it was a good lonely feeling.


It caught me off guard; why did I come here? It wasn't like it really helped me at all, but at the same time, it kept my mind off of... home. The home I could never go back to.

I took a deep breath and glared at him. "Do I really need a reason?"

All he did was nod, leaving it at that. I sighed, realizing that I'd just ruined the nice little thing we had going on there. "What time is it? We should probably be getting back soon."

"Yeah. Guess so."

We called Samson, hopping into that crazy car once more. Samson went a little easier on me, but I still held my breath for most of it. I got into the elevator, smiling at Casmir, who brightened up when he saw me.

"Miss Heather! How was your night?" He said, enunciating my name wrong, but I ignored that.

"It was fine. How was the elevator?" I smiled, grabbing onto the golden pole that surrounded the elevator. The rising feeling of the elevator was admittedly not a favorite of mine. He shrugged, telling me about some of the oddest visitors in the building. Harry was silent the entire time.

When we arrived back at our room, we separated rooms awkwardly. "See you in the morning, I guess?" I said, tapping my nails on my bedroom door. He nodded curtly, his smile tiny.

"G'night, Heather."

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