It's a crisp, windy night at the end of October and you've been excited for Halloween for weeks now. You're standing in line at the ticket booth at a pumpkin farm near your house, talking with your friends and checking your phone every so often. After what feels like forever waiting in line, you finally approach the window and buy enough tickets for the haunted house and the hay ride. You wander around with your group of friends for a while, watching little kids pick out pumpkins for jack-o-lanterns and laughing as employees dressed in scary costumes sneak up on people. After the sun sets completely, you decide to walk over and join the line of people waiting to enter the haunted house. You're starting to wonder why the lines in this place seem to move so slowly when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around and find yourself face to face with sparkly, chocolate brown eyes belonging to possibly the most handsome guy you've ever met. You stare at each other for a little longer than would seem normal before he speaks in a deep, melodic English accent, "I think you dropped this." You look down at his outstretched hand to see your black iPhone. You look back up at the boy's face and say, "Thank you so much! I can't believe I didn't feel it fall put of my pocket." He smiles down at you and says, "Of course! I'm just glad I noticed it." You can't help but think to yourself how charming he is without even trying. You smile back at him and say, "Well, I really appreciate it. My name is Lauren, by the way." The line moves ahead of you as he says, "It's nice to meet you, Lauren. I'm Zayn." You're about to say something else when you hear the employee a little bit ahead of you asking your friends for their tickets. You continue walking forward and watch as your friends hand over their tickets and enter the door one by one. You get to the front of the line, preparing yourself for whatever monsters reside in the house when you hear the attendant say, "That's six, close the door." It didn't even cross your mind that there might be a limit on how many people can go in a once. You stand there awkwardly, wondering what to do when Zayn says, "You can come with us if you want. We only have five anyways." You turn to see Zayn and the four boys behind him smiling at you. "Okay, thanks," you say, relieved to have someone to go with. You wait about ten minutes while your group of friends travel through the house before the door opens again and you enter, making Zayn go in front of you. You walk slowly for a little while before the hallway grows narrower and pitch black so you can't see anything. Without thinking, you reach in front of you and find Zayn's hand stretched out behind him, clearly looking for yours. You take hold of his hand and hold it tight as he leads you through the dark and frightening maze that is the house. Whenever you hear a sound or something jumps out at you, the six of you scream simultaneously and you feel Zayn's hand tighten around yours. You finally exit, laughing and shaking from the adrenaline rush. You find your friends waiting for you a few feet away and they rush over and apologize for entering without you. You assure ten that you're not upset and tell them how sweet the group of guys were to let you go with them. After a few minutes, Zayn walks over to you and says, "Would you join me on the hayride? I'd really like to spend more time with you." You smile at him and agree without hesitation. You tell your friends you'll meet them in a little while and walk away with Zayn and his friends. You stop at a booth and he buys you a cup of hot cider before you walk a little farther and take your seats on the back of the tractor. You realize how cold it's gotten and move to sit closer to Zayn as he moves to put his arm around you. You exchange phone numbers before you leave and promise to see each other again soon. You stand up on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek before turning and walking with your friends to your car.
