Harlow smiled slightly, glancing over at his grandma who was watching him on the bench. He waved briefly, enjoying her dimpled smile and wave back at him. He then started skating, doing simple spins and whatnot, a few jumps here and there. It was like he was doing a beautiful dance on the ice, with the light sound of the blade of his skates scraping gently against the ice.
Harlow felt the wind against his face as he kept performing, doing a salchow jump as faint music played in the background, his lips quirking up in a smile as he heard his omi clap her hands together. He landed with ease, glancing at his omi and skating towards the edge of the rink, his hands rubbing together to get warm.
Harlow leaned over to pause the music, looking back at his grandma sweetly. “How was it, omi? I was planning on doing a few at the competition. Maybe an axel as well.” He listened to his grandma happily, nodding to her words. “I’ll just practice a bit more. I’ll meet you in the car, i’ll be there soon.” Harlow watched as his grandma stood up slowly, waving before walking away slowly to the car they drove here in. She was a sweet old lady, close to death, but was a strong survivor for sure.
Harlow then went back to practicing, the faint sounds of the announcers saying every move he did in excitement, the crowd cheering in the audience, clapping for him as he prepared for a triple axel, taking in a soft breath as he did so.
The cheers continued as Harlow jumped, spun, and elegantly landed on his skates, landing another perfect triple axel. He continued to skate gracefully, the wind subtly pushing his hair back against his head. The crowd was still there in his head, chanting his name “little Klein” which caused Harlow to irk subtly.
Just then he heard the door to the ice rink open and the crowd disappeared, the announcers gone as well, and he was back to reality. Harlow glanced back at the door, seeing someone enter. His gaze locked on them, seeing a handsome looking hockey player walk to the locker rooms. They seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t put his tongue on it. Harlow kept staring, unaware that he even was, until their gazes locked.
Harlow then bumped into the wall, grunting as he fell onto his ass, even more embarrassed now.