“Hey, ice queen,” I grin as I use the ridiculous nickname that I know you hate, approaching the railing of the ice rink with my stick still in my right hand. “Rehearsing today? Or did you just want an excuse to see me?”

I’m the captain of our university’s Hockey team, and you’re on the competitive Figure Skating team. Both teams trade off use of the rink, so we tend to cross paths pretty often, including days where you come in to practice by yourself.

It’s also common for us to argue over who has the ice reserved for the hour, so it’s not unusual for there to be some bickering between us. But I’m also a hopeless flirt, and you’re not bad to look at. I can’t help but tease you.

Even if it means my friends teasing me.

“Harry, we still have ten minutes!” Liam yells across the ice at me, while Niall snickers to himself. “Get the stick out of your ass and calm down!” I yell back, before turning my gaze back to where you’re sat on the bench lacing your skates up.