Harry: The skates bumped against his back as he tugged you through the field, his boots crunching over the frosted grass. “Harry, are you sure about this?” You asked, the darkness unnerving you. He smiled and kept tugging you along, his eyes glowing in the moon light. “Yup, I used to do this all the time as a kid.” You saw the lake in the distance and your stomach twisted. You didn’t know how to skate and you were worried about the ice breaking and you falling in and getting trapped in there forever. “Trust me,” he said giving your hand a squeeze. You did trust Harry, with your life. When he sat you down on the log and fitted the skate on your foot, you clenched your fingers into your palm. He had told you that the only thing he wanted to do while he was home for Christmas was take you skating on his favorite pond. He laced his own skates up totally calm and at ease. “I’ll go first,” he said stepping a foot onto the ice. With a push, he sent himself flying. He moved gracefully which was surprising for how clumsy he was on land. “Come on!” You stood and wobbled, making your way to the ice. “Harry, I can’t skate!” you yelled arms flailing to your sides as you stepped onto the slippery surface. He grinned, his legs crossing over the other as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Relax,” he took your hand and towed you around the pond, watching your face change from pure panic to enjoyment, the cold breeze ruffling your hair. Harry had never taken anyone here, had never shared this moment with anyone. But he knew that he wanted to share this with you. He knew that three months from now he wanted to come back here and look at the lake and remember how you held his hand so tightly and the radiant smile you gave him when you skated your own way around the pond. He wanted to remember that there in the shadowy corner of the pond he kissed you until your legs buckled and you clung to him for support. He wanted to remember how you laid with him on the ice, staring up at the stars. Most of all, Harry wanted to mark every single part of his life with you because there would never be anyone else for him.
Niall: Mullingar was something else in the snow. It was a whole new place, utterly reborn and fresh before your eyes. You’d seen this place in spring and in summer, but in winter, it looked like a wonderland. When Niall asked you to accompany him somewhere Friday night for a date, you had agreed. Little did you know what you were about to do would be the greatest moment of your life. He led you outside, his hand in yours and a bag over his shoulder. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going but you didn’t mind, you were just content to walk and hold his hand. When you saw the rink ahead if you, you squealed. Niall smiled and tugged you along. Since he was a boy he wanted to do this. Each winter, the rink was shut down except for couples. The trees were wrapped in lanterns and fairy lights and music was playing. ‘Lovers Lane’ as it was called had been something Niall wanted to experience for years. He had other girlfriends for Christmas, but he always said he would take the girl he was going to marry and no one else. It would be sacred, special. So when you glided out onto the ice with him, he knew that this was a forever type of thing. He had wondered for a long time if he would ever find someone to share this with but somehow he knew deep down from the first moment he saw you, he would share this with you. He took your hand and skated with you, a content feeling in his heart. “How many times have you been here?” You asked, still blown away a place like this existed. “I haven’t,” he grinned. When you asked why he pulled you close so his lips were at your ear. “Because the girl I take here is going to be the girl I’m going to marry,” with a wink and a quick kiss, he took off, his cheeks red and flushed from the cold. His laughter trailed behind him and you blushed. You followed after him with your eyes unable to keep the smile off your face. He wanted to marry you and the thought left you shaken to your core because for all your life, all you ever wanted was Niall.
Liam: He had it all planned. He was going to give you the Christmas of a life time because you completely deserved it. You waited for him while he was on tour, you struggled with distance, with missing him. And now that he was home, well, Liam was going to show you just how much that meant. He’d been planning, scheming and plotting this for months. It wasn’t easy, but he found a way to do it. You were home with his mum and Liam added the last touch to his Christmas surprise. He’d left you instructions to come down at 8:30 and according to his watch, it was 8:25. He laced up his skates and took out his lighter, moving around the pond and lighting the lanterns he had put there. The pond was glowing by the time he as done, the flames licking over the ice. When he saw you stop and sprint down to the pond in excitement, he grinned. He waved to his mom. She had her own instructions as well. You slid on the skates he left for you and met him in the middle of the pond. “Liam this is amazing,” you said breathlessly, moving with ease around the perimeter. He smiled, pleased that you liked it. He was no where near done though. “I did this for a reason,” he said capturing your hands and pulling you to stand in front of him. You raised your eyebrow and he sank down on one knee, a black box in his hand. “I want to marry you, I’ve wanted to marry you since the first day I saw you. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment and make this perfect for you because I love you. So,” he said snapping open the box, “will you marry me?!” You were smiling so wide you pressed your hands to your mouth. “Yes!” You shouted. Just as you did, the surrounding trees lit and you gasped. Liam had created a haven that brought your love to life. As he slid the ring on your finger he rose, his mouth pressing to yours in the midst of your own winter wonderland.
Louis: He had a thing or two up his sleeve, like he always did. When he ‘kidnapped’ you Friday night with no intentions of telling you where you were going, you couldn’t help the excitement that crept through your body. He was glowing by the time he reached Wollman Rink in Central Park. “This is your surprise,” he gestured to the rink and you blinked, not understanding. It was totally deserted. “I rented it out,” he continued, tugging you down to the ice. A whole rink to yourselves? At Christmas? You grinned in delight and kissed him quickly, not wanting to waste a moment of time you had. The sky looked beautiful lit up, the Christmas lights adding a breathtaking backdrop to the rink. He wanted some time with just you, he wanted to make an everlasting Christmas memory. So when he pulled a remote out of his pocket and pressed play, Louis had irrevocably stolen your heart. The speakers on the side of the rink kicked on, “Better Days” by the Goo Goo Dolls spilling out. With a look in his eyes you’d never forget, he led you out onto the ice. He had tried to convince you to make a routine like the professionals did and you couldn’t see why not. It would have been brilliant if he knew how to skate decently. You spent more time on your butt and laughing than actually doing any tricks. Louis didn’t mind, he didn’t think he’d ever seen you laugh so much and he spent his fair amount of time falling as well. “I’m going to spin you,” he said flying around the rink. You were going too fast to stop and when he spun you, you tripped over your skate and slammed into him sending you both flying across the ice. You could have cried if you weren’t laughing so hard looking down at louis’ face. “This was meant to be romantic,” he grumbled, eyes up at the sky. He wanted to skate with you, drink hot chocolate and walk around the park after. He even wanted to take one of those old fashioned carriage rides. Louis had wanted to give you everything you desired this year, including romance. So far, his plan was failing. It had started snowing, light white flakes dusting you both. “But it is romantic,” you whispered, leaning down and pressing your mouth to his. He’d given you the city, his heart and most of all his love. There could never be anything more romantic.
Zayn: He couldn’t skate. He didn’t want to skate but you were so cute begging him to go that he gave in. You took him to the pond by your house, you grew up skating on that lake with your family. He eyed it skeptically. Would it hold? The ice didn’t look thick but you assured him that it was fine, you’d skated on thinner. He was wary, but he decided to trust you as he slid on his skates. You were already out gliding across the ice, the snow covered pines at your back and Zayn’s fingers twitched with the need to draw you here. Your eyes were glowing, cheeks red and your smile radiant. You looked bright and vital in front of the white snow, your hands raised to the sky as you spun. He didn’t think he’d seen anything like it in his life. He stood and wobbled his way out to you, his breathing puffing out with each gasp. “Babe, slow down,” he said voice wobbling with the effect to control his jerky movements. You laughed and circled around him, egging him on to catch you. What you weren’t expecting was the for ice to give out, sending you and Zayn in up to your waist.”oh my god, are you okay?” He pulled himself out and grabbed your wrists, tugging you up next to him. You were both shaking from the icy water and Zayn knew that he had to get you we arm and fast. He pulled off he skates and carried you up to the house, stripping off both your clothes. Later, after three hot showers, four cups of tea and burrowing under blankets, Zayn finally felt a little warm. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your still cold hands touching his. “If I’m going to freeze with anyone babe,” he said draping his arm around you, “it’s going to be you.” With a laugh you nuzzled into his arms. You had your love to keep you warm, the cold never stood a chance.
