Harry: "I'm going to warn you that I'm extremely bad at skating and any sport that involves good coordination," Harry laughs, lacing up his other skate and shakily standing up. You smirk, tying your skates and pulling the laces taut. "Same here, Styles. This should be fun, hm?" you grin, as he helps you up and you both nearly fall over. "These skates are hard to stand in!" You two slowly and shakily make your way to the skating rink, holding hands and laughing as you both nearly fall time and time again. Not even two minutes after finally getting on the ice, you slip and send Harry crashing down next to you. "My bum is cold!" he laughs, landing on the ice with a thud. "You okay?" You nod and laugh at how awful you both are, but that doesn't stop you both from climbing back up and trying to skate until both of your bums are surely frozen solid from the countless falls and your throats are sore from laughing.
Niall: "I feel like an ice princess," Niall jokes, doing a little twirl. "You look like one, too," you joke, slowly skating around but not quite daring enough to make turns and twirls. "Hey! I'm too sexy and manly to be a princess," he purrs, giving you a sultry pout and then laughing once more. "Twirl! Twirl!" he chants, taking your hand and motioning for you to spin. "I'll fall!" you shake your head and pat a gloved hand on his rosy cheeks. "I'll catch you, then. C'mon, it's fun!" You give in, squeezing his hand tight and twirling, laughing as he makes sure you don't fall and you feel kind of like an ice princess, too.
Zayn: "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow," he sings softly, his arm entwined with yours as you two slowly skate around the edge of the rink. "You guys should make a holiday CD or something," you smile, leaning against his shoulder. "Maybe. I'll save my holiday songs for you for now," he laughs, kissing your cheeks and frowning when you shiver moments later. "Cold?" You shrug and pull your scarf tighter around your neck. "Here, take my coat," he starts to shrug off his pea coat, but you quickly shake your head. "I don't want you to be cold, how about we go inside and get some hot cocoa or something?" you offer, starting to skate towards the edge of the pond. "Sounds like a plan, babe."
Louis: "Shit!" Louis laughs, nearly tripping over his skates before steadying himself on the bench nearby. "You okay there, klutz?" you tease, skating closer to him and placing your hand on his arm. "I'm good, I got this," he grins, getting back on his feet and tugging his beanie over his ears. "All right, let's go," he skates closer to the middle of the lake and you follow, stumbling a little and sliding right into him, pushing you both to the ground with a thud. "And you're calling me a klutz!" he laughs, your face just above his as you'd just fallen. "Oops, sorry about that," you smile, going nose to nose. "I'll forgive you this once," he purrs, leaning in for a kiss.
Liam: "I'm going to fall!" you protest, hovering towards the edge of the ice. "I won't let you fall!" ever-athletic Liam smiles, reaching out his hands. His cheeks are flushed from the cold and your scarf whips around you in the chilly breeze. "All right, I trust you, Payne," you smile, unsurely grabbing his hands. "Hold onto my hands real tight, I promise I won't let go," he smiles, giving your hands a squeeze. "Gotcha." You two slowly make your way around the rink, his hands holding yours as he effortlessly skates and steadies you, making sure you won't fall just as he promised.
