I wander around aimlessly, popping the last of the cotton candy into my mouth, it melts onto my tongue.
I throw the bag in the garbage can near the Ferris wheel.
I find a photo booth, feeling weird today I slip the quarters in the slot and pull the black curtain back and step in, closing it behind me, I straighten out my purple dress, matched with brown cow girl boots, I ruffle my blue hair a bit, it's curled at the ends, brushed out for the wavy effect but braided back and bobby pinned in place, a thin strand of bangs being free to play on my forehead.
The black curtain is slid back again, I turn to face the well known stranger.
"Oh, hi..." He steps in, emerald eyes staring into my plain blue ones.
He draws the curtain back across, closing the space between us.
"I'll just..." I trail off, trying to slip around him.
He puts his arm up to block me from getting out and sits me down.
A flash goes off, he grabs my waist, pulling me closer, my heart beat quickens.
He leans in. "I'm glad you came in here alone." He smirks.
I shyly smile, his lips brush against mine, my eyes flutter closed with the contact.
He pulls away slightly, my lips continuously twitch into a shy smile, he grins, my eyes only half open, avoiding his eye contact but I can just see that he's grinning down at me.
Our lips brush together again, he captures my lips with his in an innocent, passionate kiss.
He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.
"What's your name?" He whispers.
"Pam." I respond quietly, the flashes stop.
"C'mon." He gently grabs my hand and leads me out, he's very careful with me, as if he thinks he might break me.
He picks up the pictures.
"Do you want them?" He offers, I shyly smile and shake my head.
"You can have them." I assure.
He chuckles and leans his forehead onto mine, connecting our lips seconds later. The sensation is short lived when a flash goes off.
He pulls away, we look over to see his friends, Louis with his phone pointed at us.
"Twitter worthy." He smirks.
"Who's your friend?" Liam asks, he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
"Pam, we just met." Harry introduces.
I shyly smile and awkwardly wave. They chuckle, Harry bites his bottom lip.
"And where's she from?" Niall asks, Harry shrugs.
"That's why I'm taking her out later." He looks at me again. "If she wants."
"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smile up at him.
"We'll be at the booth, see you there, Harry." Zayn says, they walk away.
"Or we can hang out here, with the guys if you want."
"Okay." I agree, he intertwines our fingers and pulls me with him.
"Oh, you decided to bring Pam along." Louis says, I scrunch my eyebrows together. "Kidding!" He laughs.
I fake smile and nod.
We play a few games while he talks to me, I nod or smile or something in response.
"They don't bite." He leans down into my ear to say.
I smile and nod. "Okay."
"Why won't you talk to me?" He asks quietly.
I watch them leave, hanging onto his hand and digging me heels into the ground.
I look back up at him, he stands infront of me, holding both my hands in his large ones.
"I'm afraid they'll judge me." I admit. I'm afraid of being judged.
