Make Me Beg [l.s - edited version]

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Louis POV:

The tires of Liam and Zayn's pickup truck crunch under the gravel as we drive up to the ticket window for the drive-in theatre. I can see a big white screen currently playing previews and movie trailers, with a sea of cars and trucks parked in front of it.

A tall sign with neon lighting is stationed next to the entrance gate Liam's stopped at. The familiar green and blue neon lighting spell out Tommy's Drive-In in bright, curvy letters. 

The three of us have been going to Tommy's since we've moved into the flat together. We normally go on the weekends or whenever a movie we wanted to see was showing. As a plus, the movies here are rather cheap to see since Tommy's mostly plays reruns of classic movies, such as The Notebook.

On a night like tonight, the grass field where all the cars are parked is only about half full, which is nice because that means there are still good spots available to park and watch from. Thankfully, Tommy's is on the outskirts of London where there are bigger fields and more land to work with. 

If it was in the heart of London, there's no way all of these cars could come and watch the movie. There simply wouldn't be enough space.

"How many tickets?" A middle-aged man asks with a flat voice, leaning out from the booth as he chews a large wad of gum. 

He looks like he'd prefer to be anywhere but here, and has an earbud in one ear as he eyes Liam lazily. Maybe he wants to drown out the misery of being stuck in a small, cramped box handing out little paper stubs all day. I mean, I would do just the same so I don't blame him.

"Three please," Liam says and the man retreats into the booth to tear off three tickets from a big roll. Zayn digs around in his own pockets for a second before handing Liam money to pay for them.

Leaning out the window, Liam hands the man the money and receives three little red tickets in return. The worker opens a small cash register and I can hear it ding as he rummages through it, counting the proper change before handing it back to us.

"Enjoy the movie," He says with less enthusiasm than I have when Liam makes me watch golf with him. And I hate golf.

Liam drives away from the window as a shiny, black SUV pulls up to the window behind us, stopping at the booth to receive the same unenthusiastic greeting we just did moments ago.

"Make sure you try and get a spot near the middle, babe," Zayn tells Liam excitedly and points to a parking space about 6 or 7 rows away from the screen. "I can see an empty spot over there, right near the center of the screen!"

Liam cranes his neck to take a look before following the path of Zayn's finger to what seems like the ideal parking spot. He drives slowly around the mass of cars, careful not to hit anyone walking around because many of them seem oblivious to oncoming cars, for they appear lost in conversation with their friends and family. 

We all know that if I was driving, there'd probably be a few movie-watchers headed to the hospital right about now, so I suppose it's a good thing Liam is behind the wheel. He has better patience than I do and doesn't have the same 'if-they-aren't-looking-where-they're-going-that's-their-fault-and-we-should-just-run-them-over' mentality that I do.

After a minute or two of slowly rolling past the people, Liam pulls into the empty space between a red, beat-up VW van on the left and an olive-green hatchback on the right. He parks the car, with the bed of our truck facing the aisle between the rows of cars.