Boxer (Larry)

6

We pull up to the huge gate where you pay to get in. Harry does so and we begin the slow drive. As he drives through all the stunning lights, we talk about things and learn even more about each other.

I take countless pictures of all the displays around us, as I'm absolutely fascinated by it. He keeps looking at me, but I simply pretend not to notice. Besides, I keep sneaking glances at him as well. I'm sure he's probably doing the same thing.

"This is so pretty." I say. "I'm so glad we came."

"Yeah, it's pretty." He replies, looking at the lights set up around us. I hardly even notice the cars in front of and behind us. I'm surrounded in colorful, shimmering lights that are captivating me.

"Now you see why we had to come when it was dark." He chuckles. He's right. I try to imagine how this would look in the day. Weak in comparison, for sure. Lights are always prettier in the dark.

"Yeah." I respond. We begin moving through a huge light tunnel, which is my favorite part.

We leave an hour after we arrive.

"So, where do you want to go for dinner?" He asks me. I shrug.

"Pizza?" I suggest.

"There's this nice little pizza place not far from here. Their food is amazing." He informs me.

"Let's go there, then." I smile. He nods and starts driving.

As the song on the radio ends, Perfect by Ed Sheeran comes on. I release a small gasp before my cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Harry glances over at me.

"Do you like this song?" He chuckles. I nod and he increases the volume a little.

We arrive at the brightly lit pizza place right as the song is ending. We get out of the car and go inside, where we sit at a small table.

A waitress takes our orders and promises to return soon with our drinks.

Harry decides to be the first one to speak.

"So, do you and Zayn live together?" He asks me.

"No, he just spends a lot of time at my house." I reply. He nods.

"Do you live by yourself?" I wonder. It's a little creepy, but I got curious.

He laughs.

"What?" I can't help but smile, even if I have no idea why he's laughing at my question.

"I'm a twenty one year old single dude who lives two states from his parents." He chuckles. I smile.

"Well, you could live with a friend or something." I giggle.

He shakes his head, a huge smile still on his lips.

"Yeah, I live alone. Well, unless you count my dog. And my cat." He responds. I smile.

"What are their names?" I ask.

"My dog is named Charlie. He's a yorkie. My cat's name is Daisy." He answers.

"They sound great." I say. He nods.

"They are."

The waitress brings us our drinks and tells us that the food will be out soon. We thank her.

"Do you have any pets?" Harry asks me. I shake my head.

"No. I wouldn't mind getting some, though. I love animals." I respond. He smiles at me.

"That's good."