Niall had ordered two hot chocolates and then sat down at a table with Harry. He blew at the hot chocolate before he went in to drink it, he hummed as the warm liquid went down his throat and Harry watched him curiously.

“So, Harry, what brings you to the skating rink at this hour? Especially alone.”

Harry shrugged, “I basically live on the ice and I don’t have anyone that will be willing to come with me, so I usually come by myself. What about you?”

“I actually came with my two best mates, Liam and Louis, but they went back home to shag until the wee hours of the morning, leaving me with no ride.”

“Ohh, I’m sorry.”

“No worries, then I wouldn’t have bumped into you.”

Harry blushed as he looked down at the hot chocolate, “But, how are you going to get home?”

Niall chuckled, “I live like a few blocks away, and my legs work fine, so walking will be.”

Harry nodded, “I walked here as well so I wouldn’t be able to help you.”

“Do you live close here?” Niall asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Not really, I’d have to take a cab home. I live over by Broadway.”

“That’s a walk, I only live a few blocks away from here. What brings you so far away?”

Harry was about to say something and he hesitated. He didn’t want to know his reaction about him being a professional figure skater. So instead, Harry just shrugged, “I took a walk and I ended up here. It was nice tonight so I decided to go sight seeing, something I never get to do very often. I saw the tree and the line for skating wasn’t very long, surprisingly, so now I’m here.”

Niall nodded, “Seems reasonable,” He looks at his watch and sighs, he pulls out a pen and jots down his number, “I hate to leave you like this, but I have an early shift at the hospital in the morning. Here’s my number, text or call me whenever you want to talk.”

Harry folds the napkin into his pocket and watches Niall walk away, adjusting his coat tighter around himself. Harry opens the napkin and something falls out, it was a enough money for him to get home. Harry’s eyes water and looked up to see if he could catch him before he was out of sight, but it was too late he was gone. Harry smiled and pocketed the money and walked to the street to catch the cab, the smilie not leaving his face.