Emma's P.O.V.

I gently slide my body off of Harry, careful not to wake him. He had fallen asleep shortly after what we did, although I was wide awake since it wasn't very late. I spent the majority of the time studying his sleeping features while replaying everything we had just done in my head, mind blown that I am the one who gets to be with him, no one else, not some other girl, but only me. I smile at the thought as I ran my fingers through his curls, only me.

As I quietly stand above him, I fish for the first piece of clothing I can find, being the red checkered flannel scattered on the floor. I slip on my underwear and button the long sleeved shirt, before tip toeing into the hallway. I quietly make my way into the kitchen, craving a cold glass of water. As I fill myself a glass, I decide on making Harry some tea. Instead of putting the kettle on, I decide to boil a pot of water, knowing that it won't wake him.

I reach up the tall cabinet and grab a tea bag, placing it in his mug while patiently waiting for the water to boil. I use both of my arms to scoot myself up onto the counter, smiling as I stare at the mug that lays in my hand. The mug is painted a charcoal colour, a horrible drawing of a fluffy dog lays beneath the word "Harry". I fight my back my laughter, reminding me of the time that Harry had told me he made it when he was a kid, thinking he was funny.

As I set the mug down onto the counter, I find myself determined to come up with something to do. It's not that I don't love staying in the house with Harry, because I absolutely do, it's one of the most warm and inviting things to do, but it's something that we always do. We're always so lost in each other that we tend to not go out much, other than dinner the odd times for a nice date. I hear the water start to bubble beside me, causing me to jump from the counter and turn the flame off. I wrap a small towel around my hands, careful to not burn myself on the arm of the pot like last time.

"Why are we making tea water in a pot again?" I ask, giggling as Harry rolls his eyes from beside me.

"Because I can't stand the sound of that fucking kettle." He whines, placing the chopped pieces of chicken into the awaiting pan. I laugh at the sight, Harry surprisingly being a good cook, but the sight of him in an apron is just simply too much.

"What're you laughing at?" His brows are creased together but a smile plays along his pink lips. He stops his movements and turns to face me. "Are you laughing at me?" He questions, his voice taunting. I shake my head no, but he continues to step closer towards me.

"Harry," I giggle, as both of his large hands make contact with my ticklish sides. "Harry, stop!" I laugh, motioning towards the pot of boiling water.

"You get it, I'm making our dinner." He bumps his hip with mine before returning to the same pan. After he turns the flame on low, he reaches into the cabinet for two mugs and two teabags.

I make my way back towards the stove and turn off the flame, wrapping my hand around the arm of the pot to pour the steaming water into the mugs. I shriek out in slight pain, the arm of the pot being extremely hot. I watch as Harry's head snaps up, concern written all over his face.

"Fuck, are you okay?" He asks, stepping close to look at my hand. It wasn't anything big, just slight pain because I didn't expect it to be so hot. As I start laughing, the frown in his forehead disappears. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he shakes his head.

"You're such an idiot." He teases, his soft lips showering my hand in kisses before turning his body to carefully pour the boiling water into each of our mugs.


I smile to myself at the memory, using a spoon to squish down the teabag before pouring milk and sugar into the mug. I carefully place the hot pot into the sink, before balancing the mug in my hand and walking back towards the room. I quietly place the mug down on the bedside table as I take in the sleeping boy beside me. I decide on letting him sleep a little while longer, while I finally come up with an idea on what to do. I carefully sit down on the bed beside him, pulling out my phone to bring up google.

I quickly tap the screen, typing in "Activities to do in the winter". A quiet giggle leaves my lips as I take in the fact that I'm on google. I freeze once the body beside me starts to stir, but breathe out in relief the second he relaxes. I click on the first link there is, reading a list of 50 Fun Winter Activities. As I scroll down the small page, I come across "Have a snowball fight". I smile as I'm brought back the memory of Harry chucking snow in my face, only for me to tease him against the car and drop snow on his head.

As I continue to scroll down the listings, I stop once I come across ice skating. I haven't been skating in years, and although I don't know if Harry will agree, I'm up for it. The idea of holding onto Harry's warm hand as we skate through the crowded outdoors brings a smile to my face. I quickly lock my phone and place it on the nightstand as I reach to grab ahold of the mug. As I wrap my hands around the warm drink, I find myself glancing at the old tethered journal that lays on the wooden table. As curious as I am, I respect that the journal was Gemma's and I force my eyes off of the beaten leather, bringing my attention back to the sleeping boy.

"Harry," I whisper, gently nudging his arm. He doesn't move one bit, so I run my fingers along his jaw. "Harry, wake up."

His body lays still beside me, his lips slightly parted as soft snores leave them. I gently run my free fingers through his curls and massage his scalp, feeling him stir beside me. I watch as his eyelids flutter open, his lips curving into a smile once he glances up at me.

"Hello sleepy head." I smile, continuing my hand movements even though he's now awake. He hums in response, his eyelids closing at the feeling.

"Nope." I shake my head, slipping my fingers out of his hair, causing his lids to flutter back open. A pout makes it's to his pink lips, his arms hooking around my waist.

"Careful, I brought you tea." I smile when his face lights up, pushing his body to sit up against the headboard. He takes the steaming liquid from my hands, before taking a long sip.

"Thanks baby," He grins, his voice hoarse, laced with sleep. I feel my heart begin to flutter at the sound of him, and the sound of him calling me baby. I nod my head and watch him continuously sip at the warm liquid, the sight making me smile. His dark hair is an unruly mess, his left cheek having a slight indent from the line of the pillow, and his green eyes sleepy and half closed.

"I have an idea," I speak up, suddenly afraid he'll shoot the idea down. He raises his brow in suspision, initiating me to go on. "Let's go skating." It comes out more of a question, as I search his face for any sort of disinterest. After a few seconds, he shrugs his shoulders.

"Fine by me, but know if I fall you've gotta catch me," He smiles. "I'm a terrible skater."

"Really? You'll go?" I ask, excitement clear in my voice. He smirks, sitting up even more, causing the blankets to fall just below his waist. My breathing gets caught in my throat as I take in his prominent v lines, if the blanket would just fall a little lo...

"Of course," His voice grabs my attention. "If that's what you want, then of course." He smiles cheekily, noticing my flushed face. I nod my head and take the mug out of his big warm hands, sipping the last of the sweet liquid before placing it down.

As I stand from the bed, I eagerly pull at his arm. "Let's go!" I cheer, stopping my arm movements the second I realize he's still completely bare underneath the covers.

As he begins to sit up, I feel my cheeks begin to heat and I quickly look away, searching for my leggings to distract me from the sight. Big arms wrap around my waist from behind, his tall figure shadowing behind me.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before, love." The smirk is evident in his voice, and I can feel my cheeks flaming. I quickly step out of his grip, causing a low chuckle to come from behind me. I step into my leggings before pulling the material over each of my legs. As I turn around to grab my bra, his bare behind is facing me. I let my eyes trail down his lean body and bite down on my lower lip. I will never give enough of him, ever.

"I can feel you staring babe," He teases, causing me to shove his back, a breathtaking smile plastered on his lips as he turns his head over his shoulder to look at me.

I slip my arms out of each long sleeve, pulling my bra straps over my arms underneath the shirt since it's faster. I bring my hands around my back, clasping the straps together as I push each of my arms back through the baggy clothing.

"No fun," He pouts, a pair of black sweatpants now covering his lower half. "I didn't get a show."

I roll my eyes at him, pulling each sock over my feet as I quickly look in the mirror. I smile slightly, because I absolutely love the feeling of wearing his clothes. His red flannel hangs loose on my body, but the sight is comforting. When I turn around, Harry's dressed in a white long sleeved shirt, his hands placing a beanie on the top of his head.

"You ready?" He asks, a small smile present on his lips. I shake my head and walk into the hallway, the bedroom darkening behind the both of us as we walk towards the front door. I take my peacoat off of the hook and pull it over my body, only for Harry to help lift it over my shoulders from behind. I try to hide my smile, but I know it's impossible. I shove each foot into my boots and turn to see Harry waiting at the door, coat and boots already on. I shove my phone into my jacket pocket and step into the cool air. I can hear the jingle of his keys from behind me as the lights of his car flicker. He walks around the car and opens the passenger door for me, smiling down at me as I step inside. The door closes behind me and I watch him jog across the front of the car, the opposite door opening seconds later.

"We can rent skates right?" He asks, as his keys turn the ignition on. I nod at him and reach for my seatbelt, buckling it just as he does his own. He drives down the road, asking me for directions every few minutes. I smile at the sound of Elvis Presley filling the car, the colour in Harry's cheeks turning a shade lighter as he realizes his CD is playing.

"Err," He mumbles, embarrassment clear in his voice.

"I love Elvis," I state, watching a surprised smile break onto his amused face.

"Yeah?" He asks, bringing his eyes off of the road to glance at me for a mere second. I nod my head with a smile, singing along to the lyrics of Good Luck Charm.

The grin on his face causes my body to erupt with nerves, his parted lips quietly singing along with me. "Your love is worth all the gold on earth, no wonder that I say," He sings, nodding his head for me to take over.

"Come on and be my little good luck charm, uh huh, you sweet delight," I belch out, my arms stretching out in front of me as the sound of his laughter fills the car. The crinkles around his eyes and the dimple in his cheek enough to give me anybody a heart attack. I giggle quietly in my seat, my eyes watching the lights of the city pass.

The song slowly passes and the jazzy sound of New York, New York fills the silence around us, causing Harry's eyes to widen and his one hand to leave the steering wheel to quickly change the song.

"No!" I say, slapping his hand away and turning the volume of Frank Sinatra's voice up higher. "I love him." I smile, watching Harry shake his head in disbelief.

After a few turns, we're pulling into one of the parking shops across from Nathan Phillips Square. I smile in excitement as Harry shoves his credit card into one of the machines, paying enough time for us to skate before pulling into one of the parking spaces. The wonderful music is cut short as the his keys rest in his hand, his body escaping out of the door. I step outside of my door the minute he walks over to my side, his hand closing it shut after me.

We walk out of the underground parking in comfortable silence, his hand intertwined with mine. His long strides are quick and after a few minutes we're walking towards the small window.

"Size 11 mens and size 7 women's," Harry speaks up, the worker behind the window leaving to grab our skates. One second later she returns with the skates, Harry handing her his credit card, making me frown and nudge his side.

"Get used to it, love." He smiles, taking his card back from the lady before pulling me towards a bench.

As I pull on each of my skates, I find myself looking at the beautifully lit place. It's lit up with so many beautiful lights, causing the ice to have a certain glow to it. I feel a tug on my foot and as I look down, I see Harry on his knees, tying up each of my skates. A huge smile makes it's way to my face, my hand reaching out to run through his hair. He lifts his head to look up at me, a small smile present on his plump lips.

I watch him stand tall, slightly losing balance on his skates before reaching for my hand. I gladly accept it and clumsily walk towards the start of the ice with him. The rink is filled with people, chatter surrounding us as well as soft Christmas tunes.

"I'm serious about falling," He reminds me, the same smile resting on his lips. I laugh at the image of catching Harry's tall body, knowing that he'd end up squishing the both of us.

His grip on my hand tightens as he steps onto the ice, tugging me so I step on the shiny white ground after him. We both stand there for a couple of minutes, too scared to move. My eyes dart to the ground as I watch his left leg take the first stride, his right following shortly after.

"C'mon." He smiles, bringing the small hoop on his bottom lip between his teeth.

I slowly copy his movements, surprised to find us both striding down the smooth ice, hand in hand. As I look up at him with excitement, my feet wobble beneath me from the slight distraction. A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as his hand tightens around mine, preventing me from falling.

"Think I'm better at this than you are," He smirks, causing me to playfully roll my eyes.

After a few laps around the smooth ice and the both of us finally getting the hang of it, he turns his body so he's now attempting to skate backwards.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I laugh, knowing for a fact that he's just asking to fall.

He smiles, his hands tugging me so I slide in closer to his body, his hands briefly leaving mine to cup my face. His cold lips press against mine, my arms wrapping around his lean torso. I smile against his lips, giggling once he captures my bottom lip between his teeth. He draws his head back and smiles at me adoringly, before turning back around and placing his hand in mine once again.

We skate for a little while longer, pausing and sitting on the bench as the Zamboni laps around the ice, making it smooth again. As we're sat on the bench, Harry notices my slight shaking and insists that we stop once he sees how cold I actually am. I regret not bringing a pair of mittens and a hat. If I could, I would shove both of my hands into my pockets but I know for a fact that if I do, I'd lose balance and fall. Before I even know it, Harry's back on his knees and untying my skates, pulling each from my feet, mumbling how my hands are too cold to do it. I smile at the kind gesture and wait for him to take of his skates before tugging on his boots. He stands tall beside me, pulling off his beanie and placing it flat on my head. Before I have time to protest, he presses a quick kiss to my cold lips and takes both of my hands in his large one, his other holding onto out skates.

After returning the skates, we walk down to the sidewalk and Harry leads us towards a small café. I look up to him with questioning eyes, causing him to smile down at me, telling me that I'm cold and need a hot drink. We both end up ordering a hot chocolate, walking down the streets of downtown, taking in all of the pretty lights. Harry's hand rests on my lower back, leading me into the same underground parking lot we came from, urging me into the car to stay warm. After buckling our seatbelts and waiting for the heat to fill the car, the now quiet sound of Frank Sinatra returns.

"Thank you, Harry." I smile, bringing my gaze towards the seated boy beside me. His eyes connect with mine, a slight shine present in his green orbs. His smile is wide, as his hands wrap around the both of mine, keeping me warm.

"No, thank you," He leans in closer towards me, his face inches from mine. "Didn't know I would have had this much fun." He states, before pressing his warm, chocolate tasting lips onto mine.

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