1985 (h.s.)

Chapter Eleven

It started to get dark out and the game booths were attracting fewer customers. The rides were starting to get longer lines and the lights were slowly being turned on. Gemma was getting ready to pack up for the night and allowed Harry and I to go explore. The booth did very well. We raised well over four-hundred dollars. Harry said that they were very close to reaching their goal and I was happy for him. I was proud of him as well. He handled telling me all of those things so amazingly. It brought whatever relationship/friendship we had to another level.

On another note, I almost kissed him. What the hell was I thinking? The weirdest part about it was that he was just as into it as I was. He couldn't be into me like that, could he? We're both so different, but similar as I have learned. I feel like we'd clash too much in a relationship.

We walked around hand-in-hand gazing at the bright lights coming from the rides. Kids and teenagers alike swarmed the lines with their handfuls of tickets and treats. Harry led us to the ticket booth and after some arguing, he paid for the tickets. We had enough for a couple of rides. It was still fairly warm outside considering the recent weather alert. I had heard from a couple of people it was supposed to rain, but I doubt it. The wind and dark clouds from earlier had passed and it was rainy weather.

"Harry, I saw a Ferris wheel while we were walking in, you think we can ride? Unless you're scared," I teased. Harry looked at me, offended. I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Please, Lainey, I, the Harry Styles, is not scared of Ferris Wheels. Lead the way, miss," I pulled his hand excitedly. He ran behind me. I couldn't miss the last rotation. You never know when those things are gonna close. That was just my excuse, obviously. My intentions were just to bug Harry. He wasn't allowed to complain though, he bugs me all of the time. Working with him is an adventure on its own.

We arrived in front of the huge, colorful, and bright wheel. It turned slowly. Only a few people were in front of us. We were definitely going to get on the next round. The lights fell upon Harry's face. He was truly gorgeous. Reds, blues, and yellows danced across his skin. You couldn't help but stare. Damn Da Vinci needs to come to get his art, I thought.

My skin flushed when he caught me staring. He smirked that god damn smirk and my face became even redder, "Take a picture, love, it lasts longer."

"Hmm," I sighed, "I would if I had a camera, but unfortunately I don't."

Harry chuckled and turned back to the front of the ride. He must've thought I was scared because of much I was shaking. Excitement overwhelmed me. It was a small thing to get excited over, but don't shame me. I hardly got the chance to do things like this.

The line grew increasingly smaller until it was our turn. We passed the worker our tickets and boarded the rickety cart. Our seats were checked and locked. We sat still for a moment before we began to move. Harry jumped a little bit once we started to rotate. I laughed. Slowly, we grew to face the whole fairgrounds. I heard a yawn erupt from beside me and suddenly Harry's arm was around my shoulders. His body was warm and inviting. It was safe.

"Smooth," I muttered, leaning into his chest. His chest shook lightly with laughter.

"You didn't object, did you?" He asked rubbing my shoulder. I shook my head no and gasped at the sight surrounding us. People were scattered everywhere, winning prizes and riding other rides.

"It's crazy we are this high up," I commented.

"You're telling me."

"Are you nervous, Harry?" I teased.

"Yeah, I'm shaking in boots, can't you tell?" His tone dripped of sarcasm.

We went around a couple more times, cracking jokes every so often. It was nice being here with him. Definitely one of the better days I've had in a long time. The smile spread across my face could attest to that. Harry and I strolled around and rode a couple of more rides before we ran out of tickets. I swear Harry almost crapped himself on this one spinning ride. He almost fell over once we got off. I couldn't stop laughing.