"Ahhh!" I squealed for the hundredth time. Harry quickly grabbed my waist, preventing my poor body to collapse on the ice, again.

Honestly, this is horrible. I've been trying, really, but this damn ice is against me. Every time I try to move, my legs end up sliding in opposite directions and I lose my equilibrium. This jerk, who I call a best friend hasn't been much help. He actually has a nerve to laugh at me.

"Could we please go back home?" I ask desperately, hoping that Gemma has already left.

Harry chuckled at me. He looked so amused that I was ready to punch him right in the face. This was too much.

When he was about to open his mouth and say something three girls skated to us, interrupting me.

"Harry, could we please have a picture with you?" Girl with Brown hair asked. All of them were looking at Harry dreamily as if he was some kind of a God. Pfff as if.

Harry flashed them a smile and turned to me. "I'll bring this clumsy one to the wall and we can take as much pictures as you want okay?"

The girls nodded happily. I even noticed how the blonde one flipped her hair and batted her eyelashes, trying to look seductive? How pathetic.

Unfortunately I know Harry's history. He had dated too much girls before. I even lost count. He's my best friend but I can't close my eyes about the fact that he's nothing but a heartbreaker when it comes to relationships. After every show on the world tour he would call me and tell me about the fans he made out with. Not one but with many. It was disturbing me, not sure why. Maybe I was just worried that he had a reputation like that. Womanizer. That's what everyone was calling him. He has changed after joining One Direction. Before that he was a very cute lad. Funny, giggly and friendly. Not that he's not a good friend anymore but every time we go to the party together or it's someone's birthday he prefers making out with random girls and hardly notices his friends. That's frustrating me.

Harry snaked an arm around my waist and pushed me to the wall gently. As I clung on it he kissed my cheek and said that he would be right back. After that he left.

I tried to fight this horrible feeling in my stomach. He ditched me for some girls, for some fans. Ten minutes... fifteen....twenty....My insides started boiling. He completely forgot about me. I looked at the girls with jealousy burning in my eyes. They were giggling and laughing especially the blonde one. I wanted to cry. Tears were already pricking to my eyes and I just couldn't be there anymore. So I decided to skate to the exit and get the hell out of this place.

I took a deep breath and clinging on the wall, started moving to the exit slowly.

One Two Three Step One Two Three Step

Then something that was meant to happen happened. I fell on the ice, hitting my head the hard ground in the process. I let out a loud agonizing groan but no one seemed to come and help me. I felt as if my whole body was paralyze and the awful pain in my head wasn't helping.

"Here, give me your hand" An unfamiliar voice said and as I looked up I came face to face with a teenager boy. From what I could see he had honey blonde hair and extremely blue eyes. He was gorgeous, handsome, attractive and....

I am staring aren't I?

Looking at him he was wearing a charming smile on his face. When I didn't give him my hand he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me off the ice. For a second I lost my balance but he tightened his grip and steadied me where we stood.

"Thanks" I said blushing like a tomato.

He chuckled shaking his head in the process "No problem" I just stood there enchanted by his face and deep, husky voice. Oh God, I think I'm in love. "Come on, I'll help you to the exit" he smiled and pushed me forwards. Of course I lost my balance and my instincts told me to wrap my hands around his neck as I did so.

"Uh sorry" I mumbled and he chuckled.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to skate" he suggested and I smiled. My friend didn't even care when a stranger was ready to help me. I was so mad at Harry that I didn't even want to look in his direction, but could feel his green eyes staring at me.

"Relax, don't stiffen" he said while unwrapping on hand from my waist and placing it on the small of my back. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down "Now bend your knees slightly and lean forward." I did as he told me "Perfect" he whispered in my ear making me shudder "Now take steps"

I did as he told me and slowly moved on the ice. He was holding me tightly with his arms as we both skated to the exit. I can't say that was skating but it was enough to not to fall on the ice.

"Thank you,"I hesitated not actually knowing his name.

"Evan" he smiled and I almost stopped breathing. What a charmer.

"Sky" I grinned and shook his hand gently.

"It's freezing here. Do you want to go to Starbucks for some coffee? My treat." Evan said, blushig slightly.

"I would lo-" I was about to say that I would love to go with him but all too familiar voice butted in our conversation.

"Let's go Sky. We're leaving" Harry's voice was cold. He looked so tense and angry that I wondered if everything was okay. I was so mad at him that I wanted to get on his nerves and be stubborn but decided against it.

"I'll be there in a minute. Just wait for me in the car" I said and turned back to Evan. I could feel Harry's eyes on me but when he realized that I was not going let out an angry huff and left.

"That was quite intense" Evan chuckled awkwardly, scretching the base of his neck. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Who Harry?" I asked surprised. He nodded "Nah, he's my best friend" I answered. Harry being my boyfriend sounded so odd for my ears. I don't think I have ever thought of him in that way.

"So he won't mind if I ask for your number and ask you out on a date?" He questioned making my heartbeat fasten.

"Evan I...I don't really know. We've just met and..."

"Chill, I'm not proposing" he laughed and tucked his hand in his pockets "You just seem like a nice girl and I would like to know you better. I feel like we can be good friends"

"That sounds good"

We exchanged our numbers and I left to find Harry's car. Everything seemed perfect until I actually got there.