Three hours later...

Harry gazes down at the rink with a frown. "I liked how it was before..."

Laid out in front of him is now the rink filled with ice, looking almost like an everyday ice hockey rink.

Almost.

The ice looks like ice itself. But the designs on the ice is a different story: the designs are chopped in half and quarters and scattered in all sorts of places on the ice; everywhere else but where they are suppose to be.

The logo of the team, which is Niall as a leprechaun, is cut into quarters and can be found next to the home benches, in front of the net, in the trapezoid area, and somewhere off to the side on the ice. The face-off circles are spread out in sections of curved, red lines and semi-circles around the ice. The goalie creases are on the centre ice; the blue lines are at the corners of the ice; the red lines decorate the ice pretty festively!

Niall steps up to the ice with a horrid look. "Me face!" He extends his arms out, staring at half of his face on one side of the ice, and his other half on the other side. "I'm everywhere!"

Coach Sidney, who is looking out through the glass, wearing his skates with this stick, has pursed lips. "This is not what I had in mind." Behind him are the other coaches, but not the students, since they left to dress out.

The entrance doors are heard bursting open and footsteps, or skate-steps, approach the coaches and principals.

The principals and coaches turn around to come face-to-face with two guys dressed in referee attire: one guy with a cocky smirk etched on his face and the other guy with a clueless smile.

The guy with the smirk begins to speak first: "We're here, as referees, to inspect the ice."

"Yes, we are!" the second referee pipes in.

Coach Ryan gives the two guys a disgusted expression. "Who are you two?"

The first steps up to him with a haughty vibe. "Like what I said, we're REFEREES—"

Coach Sidney slips in front of Coach Ryan and explains to the referees apologetically, "I understand fully if the ice does not pass the inspection..."

Harry shakes his head from behind him. "Should've gone with my idea."

The referee leader marches around Coach Sidney and steps onto the ice; his referee partner follows him out. He glides along the smooth ice as he peers down at the questionable ice designs with a distasteful frown. "What type of design is this? This is garbage! This is not what an ice hockey rink looks like!"

"Well, the ice quality's really good!" the other referee points out, catching up to him.

"Besides the point," he huffs out with a roll of his eyes.

The other referee happily departs from his referee partner and skates up to Coach Sidney and Harry, who are peering out from outside. He brakes next to him and exclaims: "The ice is— MMM!"

Suddenly, the other referee rushes up to him and plasters his hand over his mouth as he pulls him away from the edge of the rink. "Don't talk without my permission...!" he hisses at him.

Coach Sidney begins to plead at the referees: "Look, we really need the ice today, please let us use it today and I promise, we'll have it fixed by the first game here, okay? At least we have a sheet of ice."

Niall slowly creeps onto the ice from the home bench with his soccer ball around his arm. "Kinda slippery here, Louis, eh?" He turns to Louis, who is attempting to get on the ice himself.

From the away bench, the teachers slide onto the ice like penguins, flip themselves over, and begin doing snow angels...or ice angels. "Wheeeeee!!!"

Rickard and Hampus, who are now dressed up in their hockey gear with matching Anaheim Ducks jerseys, join the teachers in their ice angel-making.

The leader referee skates back to Coach Sidney and Harry, braking in front of them. "Better have it fixed by the game on Friday OR ELSE." He storms off the ice and past by them. The other referee follows him, sneaking a little wave to the two before breezing by them.

Coach Sidney hops onto the ice. "Alright guys, on the ice!" he shouts into the arena.

Five Seconds of Summer halt in their ice angel-making and immediately scuttle to the benches before any hockey players run them over.

Rickard and Hampus stop and sit up as they see that their angel-making buddies are gone. "Awww...." They turn to see each other. "Yay!"

Rickard hops onto his skates and holds out his hand to help his friend up. "Up, up, up!"

Hampus takes his hand and uses it to get up. "Up, up, up!" He then skates off to the benches with Rickard to retrieve their gloves and sticks.