In a swirl of flashing lights [ls]

⋅•∘☽we're just carnival hearts ☾∘•⋅

♪ Skip the line get on the ride,

♪ Climb on board and hold on tight,

It's our love, it's our life,

You and I ♪

They were the lost ones in the night. The silence of their vicinity was what he'd describe as the loudest beckoning call. A chill ran down his spine. He was really doing this, and so far it was going really well. Is he saying 'really' too much? He would like to believe that overuse of the word may lead the mind to think that it is real. The blood coursing through his system seemed pretty generous with his ears, creating a slightly uncomfortable buzzing at its minimum state. He felt an indescribable whirl of emotions that made him feel a bit light-headed. The dizziness was what he'd describe as the wrenching of the stomach before one throws up. Oh look, that feeling wasn't really indescribable at all!

"So here's everything I want us to do...."

They both were hell-bent on living their whole life in the countable hours they were about to spend here. The curly-haired boy giggled sweetly at his own silly jokes. This was everything he could ask for before being torn apart from the one real thing he'd ever felt. As he made Louis model for the shoot, he decides that he wouldn't have this any other way. Harry had thoroughly planned out the course of the night in terms of Polaroid pictures, Louis being the one posing for him in each one of them as he preferred. Harry had guided him like a professional photographer. Making a disgruntled groan each time he failed to pose the way Harry had in mind, was also a prominent part of it. Louis should be given an Oscar for not squirming under Harry ardently praising him each time he got it right. It was the first time Harry was using the camera with its lens not desperately focusing on the moon. He rarely had polaroids with faces on them. Normally, when the camera was brought here it was to be used for capturing the splendiferous carnival and splendiferous carnival only. Louis still thinks that saying 'splendiferous' makes him look pretentious! Louis understood that he needed those for his Tumblr blog. They shared the account but Louis never really got around to using that app which Harry was presumably gatekeeping.

The sequence of flashing lights, the blur of a Ferris wheel in motion, the blue glitter on the entry gate and the pink heart lighting on the brick-textured wall were his darling subject of admiration.

Louis had once taken the liberty of using the camera for a group photo of the five friends, only for Harry to throw him an unimpressed look and mumble incoherently either a 'better be my favorite fruit' or 'you're lucky you're cute.' Till date, Louis is as confused as he was at that time-when he stood dumbfounded with a glass of prune juice in his hand and blinked as Harry nonchalantly leaned against the juice stall.

The upper limit of the Polaroid camera was eight shots. Harry had made it pretty clear that he didn't want either of them to use their mobile phones for clicking pictures today. He even made Louis leave his phone at home. So all they had for that night was a Polaroid camera and its eight shots that were to be chosen strategically.

The first polaroid was of Louis perched on the swing ride or the yo-yo ride (as they had heard Liam call it on their previous visit). The combination of midnight purple and a shade of yellow that was easy on the eyes, or what Harry described as "the fledged essence of aesthetics" and whatnot. Louis could barely pay attention to it when Harry slotted himself between his spread legs and cupped his jaw to make him face sideways. Louis simpered silently when Harry ran a hand through his feathery hair (his word not Louis') and adjusted his fringe. He wondered if the boy could hear his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he struggled to keep it together.