Day five. Well, I wonder which boy is my next victim. The doorbells rings as I walk down the empty hallway in my sweats and short sleeve shirt. I open the door closing my eyes.
"I hope you brought your sleeping bag because were having a sleep- agh!" I open my eyes and see Harry on top of me. "Get off me Curly!" I push him off catching my breath.
"I'm going to bed." I walk down the hallway again into my room plopping on my cheap hard bed. I close my eyes putting my hands behind my head.
"Your no fun." I hear a deep voice say.
"I am too fun, but I decide to not be fun at the moment." I feel my bed shift around a bit making me open my eyes to meet green ones.
"How about I take you out and we could go ice skating."
"How about you get off me and go to sleep on the couch."
"C'mon! It'll be fun!"
"Only if you give me my phone." I hold my hand out. I squint my eyes open to see him grab my phone and turning back to give it to me. "Thank you." I begin to text a message quickly to Flynn.
"I'll be out in the living room waiting for you."
"For what?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Well, your in sweats and a shirt you probably slept in."
"Dude, I'm not a girly girl. I don't care how I dress, I ain't no supermodel that only eats salads and drinks water, I eat whatever I want, and...just treat me like one of the guys."
"So, like Niall?"
"Niall? Why Niall?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"You just explained yourself in a girl version of Niall."
I shake my head. "What I was saying was I'm a tomboy, so just treat me like a boy not a certain boy."
"But I never treat girls rudely."
"Well, you have the permission to treat me rudely. I don't give a crap Harry..." I stop.
"Styles...like that better than Harry, Styles."
"So are you ready to go then?"
"No, I'm going to change into something better." I chuckle.
"Are you kidding me?! We just had a whole conversation about you not caring!"
"I know, but at least you got to know me better."
"Let's just go."
I grab a pair of ice skates walking over to a bench. I take off my converse and replace them with the new white skates. I stand up to my feet walking over to the ice where I see Harry holding on for dear life onto the bar. I skate over to him chuckling.
"So I guess you never skated before?" I skate in small circles as I wait for him to reply.
"No, I haven't. You must know how to skate because you're having no trouble on the ice."
"So why did you decide to bring me here?" I ask.
"Just to try something new with you, but apparently you know how to." He smirks.
"I'll teach you, it's pretty easy to get used to." I grab his hands leading him to the middle of the ice rink.
I turn around facing him as I skated backwards, while pulling him along. He starts to buckle his knees staying still. I chuckle and stop at the edge where Harry quickly grabbed onto the bar.
"Fuck this! I can't do it!" He moves over to the pavement floor.
"Oh boo! Who's no fun now?" I chuckle.
"Me, and I don't care."
"Styles, c'mon. I only have like seven hours left to hangout with you."
"Well, we could spend it at Nandos."
"I'm not hungry, so get your butt back on the ice and skate!" I stomp my foot.
He groans, but puts back on his skates walking back over to where I was. I begin to skate towards the middle. He let's go of the bar slowly walking over to me shaking.
"See, you got it Styles." I put my hands out towards him as he reaches for them. He stands up straight and starts to sway on the ice quickening his pace. "You're doing it! You're doing it!"
I jump in the air as he shouts in victory. I do a couple of twirls as he kept on going. Wait, does he know how to stop? I turn back to see him waving his hands in the air crazy.
"Agh!" He slams into the wall falling back on the ice.
"Ooo! That's gotta hurt!" I cover my mouth. I skate over to him kneeling on the floor. "Are you okay?"
His eyes flutter open. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just..."
"Panicked?" I finish his sentence.
"It's okay, I've done that before. It certainly won't be your last." I extend my hand out to him as he receives it.
"You ready for another round?" He looks up at me.
"Another? After that slam into the wall?" I hold in my laughter.
"Suit yourself Styles, but I'm going my speed."
"I think I could catch up."
I quickly take off leaving him in the middle of the rink. I turn back to see him catching up really fast. I go around the rink once, then another, and then another time. I catch up to Harry slowly making his way around on the last lap.
"You okay, Styles?"
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine." He takes in a big puff of air.
"C'mon, let's stroll around." I link arms with him and take lead.
"So how long have you lived here?" He asked.
"I think it's been like two years. I moved from California."
"Why did you decide to live here instead of you know, where all the fame is discovered?"
"Fame? You think I would want to be discovered for stupid little things that no one gives a crap about?" I let out a laugh.
"Why are you laughing? You pretty good at drawing, playing the violin, and ice skating too."
"How'd you know I draw and play an instrument?"
"Niall and Zayn were pretty amazed. If they're amazed others should be too."
"So, you could get famous from that."
"Styles, honestly, I didn't want to come ice skating in the first place. It's brought me...memories I never wanted to remember."
"Family." I plop on a bench.
"Oh." He sits beside me as I looked down that the ground.
"That's why I moved away from California. I never wanted to remember those stupid memories with them."
"But the best memories are with family."
"Styles, they aren't my family."