The World Looks Better Through Your Eyes - Larry Stylinson

New York City

The lights of the city at night seemed to be nothing short of absolute perfection to Harry and as he sat in the back of the taxi with Louis, curled into his side

He couldn't think of any other place he would want to be. The lights poured over people's bodies casting long enchanting shadows behind them and spilled into their taxi like little light fairies buzzing through their window, stopping to say hello.

It was New York City, tall buildings, fast walking and a disaster of traffic that Harry didn't seem to mind at all. Their destination soon approaching Time Square, where all the lights zoomed and fought for their spotlight where you could look up and feel like you were in a million different places at once.

The cab pressed on the breaks harshly and they moved forwards quickly, Harry sticking his arm out and gripping the cold metal of the back of the seat ahead of them. A total came up on the screen in front of Louis and Harry simply swiped his credit card as he thanked the driver who simply grunted in their direction.

The got out of the taxi, Harry guiding Louis out easily and then closing the door behind him, the taxi speeding off practically ripping off his arm as it went, zooming away and disappearing into the city traffic. The mixture of cars and people chattering filled the air.

Vendors on the side of the road trying to sell figurines of the Statue of Liberty or knock offs of bags and baseball hats. Some say painting the face of someone sitting opposite them who paid seven dollars to sit and be drawn as Godzilla or Spider-Man scaling the side of the Empire State Building.

The smells of garbage cans filled to the brim mixed with the sweet and utterly mouthwatering smells of roasted peanuts that tourist lined up to get. The walked passed it all, kneeing on their way back they would stop by and try them all, buy a pointless figurine to place on their bookshelf when they got home and they would ride in the back of their taxi sharing foods they couldn't buy on the street at home.

"It's bright here isn't it."

Harry squeezed Louis' hand as they walked forward with the crowd crossing the street, the little walking man glowing and telling everyone it was supposedly safe to walk.

"Very, it's beautiful."

Louis leaned in closer to Harry, wrapping his free arm around Harry's arm clinging himself to it like a small koala bear, heaving itself to its mother.

They crossed another street and Harry looked up. They were standing in the middle of it, the middle of the illuminated world, the middle of the noise where the winds couldn't touch them thanks to the tall buildings and the multitude of people surrounding them.

Harry pulled Louis along once again, heading toward the grand red staircase that sat in the middle, many people say upon it staring up at either the night sky or the buildings, some were taking pictures others resting their feet drinking coffees from overly advertised companies for no particular reason, probably for the aesthetic considering it was a little too warm for coffee.

They sat in the middle of the staircase, the center of the world staring back at them. Harry let Louis lean on him before he began to speak.

"There's a bough light here were at night if you closed your eyes you could feel like you're looking straight into the sun."

Louis hummed snuggling closely to Harry a sudden breeze, light and refreshing coming over them as they sat.

"What are some of the advertisements saying?"

Harry looked around, taking in everything he could and reciting it back to Louis as if that's where he stored all his knowledge.

"Coca cola is behind us, red and white and fizzy it's just swirling on the screen, spinning as if it's hypnotizing its viewers."