Chapter 14:

Chapter 14

"Can you at least tell me where we're going without dragging me behind you?" Currently being pulled forward by my wrist behind a peacoat-covered Harry. The coat is a non folded collar so it brushes his curls at his neck.

"What? You're slow, today... and I think I know whyyy." He sings the line, turning half back to smirk at me. "Oh shut up, Styles." I spout at him.

He laughs, his whole demeanor is extremely perky today. His smile hasn't left his face since this morning and doesn't look like it will diminish. I love this side of him where his smile is the only thing I see when I look at him.

I struggle to tug down my sweater which keeps riding up with my free hand while the other is in Harrys grasp. The outfit basically consists of boots, a long peacoat like Harrys but black and a pair of riding pants with my hair down. The weather is absolutely freezing today, the grey splotchy sky depicting a large amount of snowfall might rain down any second. I pull my coat closer to my body in a shiver.

"Here we are!" He announces, stopping so suddenly I almost run into his back. I frown and maneuver myself from behind him so I can see where we'll be spending today in this large park. Ice skating..

"Harry, I can't iceskate!" I exclaim, looking frantically up at him. Even then though does his smile not falter, he just shrugs and tugs me forward. Oh heck no, i'll trip and make a fool of myself. There's little kids here that are better than me.

•Flashback

My family friend whose acted as my nanny stands at the side of the rink, holding my hand as i attempt to walk. Suddenly one foot slips back quickly and my face hits the cold icy ground. She scowls down at me and tugs me up. Ms. Dianne was never a nice lady, only acted as so around my mother who works part time as my dad's at work.

As any 5 year old would do, I begin to cry, staring down at my scraped hamds. She suddenly jerks my hands up in hers to examine them with her tiny spectacles.

"Oh, you're fine, you little brat. Now shut up before I tell your mother that you skipped finishing your chores to do this. You're making a fool out of yourself in front of all these people."

"B-but I did finish all of it."

"What did I say? Shut. your. mouth!" She shouts obnoxiously, only causing me to stifle my tears until she turns around, strangling my wrist tightly as she pulls me away.

•end of flashback

"C'mon Tay, please. It'll be fun!" He says, sliding backwards on the ice with ease. I shudder, frowning at him. "Oh, I know what it is, you're chicken." He begins beckoning me with chicken calls trying to get a rise from me.

It works though, pushing my feet forcefully into the skates Harry had layed out next to me and wobbling my way onto the ice. As soon as I step onto it I start to fall, Harrys arms yanking me from behind my arms to hold me up. I blush, "Thanks." My fingers pushing a strand from my face as I worm my way back onto my feet.

Harry stands straight behind me, his hands on my waist, whispering 'right, left' softly in my ear to direct me to his movements. A large smile spreads across my lips as we glide around the rink, taking in the huge Christmas scene. Snow has just begun to fall, sticking in both Harry and I's hair which I might add gives him a angelic look.

A couple in front of us slows suddenly, Harry eases up on me, pulling me back as if to get me to stop before I make a fool of myself and the couple. Here I go again, about to be humiliated just like with Ms. Dianne. Harry catches me in my freefall, engulfing me in his arms which causing us to slightly glide to the right until we're in the middle of the rink. I start to yell at the couple for being so incompetent because I almost fell because of them when Harrys lips touches the skin next to my ear.

His breath is warm, melting the chill bumps that had collected from the cold. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." He breathes, his arms still latched together around me. My heart races quickly and my voice hitches in my throat.

Without hesitation I release a breath heavily, "I think i already am." Though we both know those words carry a lot more meaning than what meets the eye. The complete cheesiness of the moment is uncanny. The boy who thinks he's in love takes a girl who is unsure of anything ice skating where a moment like this happens? Straight out of the lovestory books. He leans his lips in as I daydream, capturing ours together perfectly. It's actually perfect, a firmly passionate kiss in the middle of a densely packed ice skating rink in the middle of a park. Maybe I truly am falling for Harry Styles, I wouldn't stop myself if I am and I'm not sure I have a choice. All I know is I have strong feelings for him.

••

"Heart beats harder, time escapes me. Trembling hands touch skin, it makes this harder. And the tears stream down my face."

A song I've heard from this UK band, One Direction, Harrys absolutely obsessed with. 4 boys from the UK, best friends with him including the young blonde one from our wedding. From what I've learned, the boys names are Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall, all of which are joining us for dinner.

Harry offered to call catering but I insisted on cooking, wanting to impress the first friends he invited over to meet me. You'd think I'd be use to famous people in the house, considering I've met and became friends with such people as Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Jennifer Lawrence. All of which are old friends of Harry, though Selena is dating the boy from One Direction, Zayn, i think it is. And Demi is with Niall I believe, though Jennifer is dating a non famous boy I've learned name is Nicholas. None of the girls are attending tonight, leaving me as the lone girl. Judging by how alike of Harry Niall was, there will be teasing, and a lot of it. Hopefully friendly.

DingDong.

Harry beats me to the door, letting a loud whoop and leaning back to shout the boys' names at once which they all chorus back with his name. Harry looks like a little kid reunited with his best friends, hugging each of then tightly. I stand back, my arms folded from the cold breeze of the door in my knit grey sweater.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to this gorgeous lady?" A boy with a brown quiff says, noticing me after being embraced by Harry. He smiles warmly and walks up to me, taking my hand. "Bonjour, my lady." he whispers, lifting his eyes to mine and pecking my hand politely. I stifle a laugh.

"She ain't French, Louis. Leave the girl alone." Niall calls, punching Louis' shoulder away. He acts as if he knows me well, pulling me into a hug.

"Taylor! How are you, you look absolutely ravishing!" he compliments, his eyes roaming my body which I self conciously smile.

Harry calls from the door, "Hands off, you two!" I blush.

"Uhm, thank you for that, Niall. That's sweet of you to say. You look handsome yourself" I reply, smiling at him.

"Call off the dogs or i'll tell Demi." Another boy says. He has tan skin with black hair that's gelled up perfectly with stubble that aligns his jaw perfectly. I recognize him as Selena's boyfriend, Zayn. He's strikingly handsome, Selena is spoiled with him.

"Zayn Malik, I've heard a lot about you from Sel, and Harry" He shakes my hand then relays the last part quietly. i smile widely.

"Nice to meet you, Selena's told me a lot about yourself as well."

He mocks a groan and clutches his heart playfully, "Ohh. I hope it's good talk."

"Oh, but of course!" I laugh along with him, immediately kindling a start of a friendship with him.

A last boy joins us, one with a sleek style of hair that can be traced to David Beckham or Justin Timberlake. He grins widely as he approaches, wrapping me in a friendly hug.

"Hi, I'm Liam. You must be Taylor, Harrys spoken a lot about you." He says, joining the group of boys on one side. Harrys hand touches my waist gently as if to let me know he's there.

"Oh has he?" I smirk up at him who instantly looks away, his cheeks flushed. "Im a huge fan of y'all's music, you're amazing." I add to the group.

They all similtaniously echo their thanks, causing the mansion to fill with sound. I laugh, "Well, if everyone's hungry, I made us some dinner!" a

They all once again cheer, shouting aimlessly at once as most teenage boys do, marching in one into the kitchen where the food is neatly layed out. Harry whoops along with the others as if they knew eachother for their whole life and I wonder if they have. I make a note to ask Harry later about the issue but for now I think i'll enjoy myself with the company of these recklessly funny guys.