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🦋 8: Third Summer : Photo Booth

Carnivals were not really Zayn's thing. There were always so many people walking and bumping into him without apologizing and on top of that, there was constant spitting and throwing up on the ground. He went a couple times as a boy but he never liked anything except the corndogs and funnel cakes. He didn't ever ride rollercoasters and no one could ever get him in the fun houses either. He was a fun killer ever since he was a young boy.

But things were a little bit different now that he was actually with his peers. Not that they were pressuring him into doing anything he wasn't comfortable with but he did feel that he should make more of an effort not to be so dull so he wouldn't ruin Harry's night with his friends.

That's why he did choose to ride a couple rollercoasters tonight and why he did go into the fun house despite being terrified. He was glad it was over more than he was happy he did it. But at least Harry was happy. That was what he wanted.

He felt Harry grasp his arm and pull him a little so that he stopped.

"Zayn, look. A photo booth."

"Hm?"

"A photo booth. You wanna go in it?"

"Um... sure. Why not? I've never been in one before."

"Max." Harry called out and his friends were now aware they stopped.

"What's up?"

"Me and Zayn are gonna split off from the group for while. "You guys can go on."

He wiggled his brows at them but Harry shook his head. "Not like that. We're going to the photobooth and I don't want to hold you up. "

"We can wait though."

"Nah, it's cool. We'll catch up. I'll call you."

Now D'Angelo and Arty were looking suspiciously at them too.

"Guys. I'm serious. It's not like that. Stop."

Max chuckled. "Alright. Sure. My phone is on. Call us when you're ready."

"Thank you."

He took Zayn's hand and led him over to and inside the photo booth.

When they sat down, Zayn looked at Harry with a chuckle. "Your friends have such dirty minds."

He took out his wallet and then took his credit card out. "You know guys, Zayn. You're one yourself."

"But not like them. They're different. Except Arty. He's not as bad."

"Well, true. I guess that also explains why neither of them have gotten a girl to stay yet."

"It does."

Harry chose to have a normal photobooth session so that meant they would be taking four photos.

"What theme, babe?"

"Theme? Um. Let's see..."

"Ooh. How about love?"

"Love?"

"Yeah. You know. A film strip with red and pink hearts and shit. Let's pick that one."

"Uhm."

Before Zayn could say no, Harry had selected the option and went to the next screen.

"Alright. So now we have to use these arrows to position the camera on us. Is it good?"

Zayn was still getting his words out. "Uh... it needs to go down a little bit."

"I agree."

Harry moved it down until it was just right and then an automated voice told them to smile before beginning to count down from five.