Harry's finishing lacing up your skates. Since you two started going together, you've gotten so much more comfortable on the ice, and even though you're sure you could so up your own skates, he looks so cute as he sticks his tongue out trying to get the bow perfect.
"I think me and you need to put on those skating outfits you see on television." Harry suggested, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Not a chance." you laughed, imagining Harry in tights, which wan't that much different than what he normally wore anyways.
"But Leah. We could go to the Olympics." He smiled holding your hand and spinning you around as you stepped onto the ice.
"With your coordination? No thanks." He sticks his tongue at you, wobbling which further proves your point.
"Hey." He pouts, laughing as you spin around in the chilly air of the arena. "You'd look so beautiful in a little dress though." You smiled. Harry's compliments seemed so genuine and the way he looked at you made your heart stop.
"Well maybe for our anniversary I'll by an extra nice dress to wear, seeing as you mentioned taking me on a date?" You reminded him. He nodded, wobbling again on the thin blades. You caught him checking you out from head to toe and grinning widely.
"You know that I love you no matter what you wear, right?" You smiled. You knew he loved you no matter what, he told you every day. You nodded as he pulled you close, careful not to knock you over.