crescent [h.s]

3

There's no way he's getting paid enough for this.

Harry looks down at me, trying to read my expression. I look up at him and shrug, "Could be fun?"

He nods and smiles, turning back to the guy and agreeing. Not even 5 minutes later, we walk into a semi-dark room, mirrors everywhere, neon LED strip lights being set on purple being the only form of illumination.

"Are we going against each other.. or are we going round together?" Harry questions from my right as we slip on some disposable clear plastic gloves.

"Well, I've always loved a good competition." I smile up at him.

"Yeah?"

I nod, "Mhm.. wanna bet something?"

A curious look crosses his face, "Bet..?"

"Mhm, like.. what's your least favourite fried food?" I question, a thought growing at the back of my mind.

He scrunches his lips up, "Corn dogs?"

I put my hands on my hips, "Really?!"

He chuckles, "Yeah. Why, are you like a die-hard fan? A corn dog stan?"

I scrunch my face up, "How dare you! Fuck no. I don't even like sausages.. I just think fried pickles are even worse."

A shocked expression crosses his features, "Don't you dare say you pick the pickles off a burger."

At his tone, my eyes widen in humour– his seriousness making me want to laugh, "Would you cut this date short if I said yes?"

He releases a heavy sigh in contemplation, "I'm afraid that would be a deal breaker for me."

"Well, then the pickles are my favourite part.. I even order extra." I smile.

"Are you bullshitting me?"

An exaggerated gasp leaves me, "How dare you even suggest that!"

He walks closer towards me, slowly, tauntingly, "You know.. possibly.. just for you.. I may be able to find it in my pickle loving heart to let it slide– just this one time though."

A buzzer cuts off the start of my reply, and Harry gives me a smile before walking into the mirror maze, going right as I go left.

I walk forwards, mirrors all around– my reflection staring right back at me as I speedily walk round this maze– my hands slightly out in front of me so I don't bang into a mirror and seriously hurt myself.

I don't want to hurt my baby.

Walking ahead, I take meticulous strides, using all of my senses in hopes of beating Harry at this game. It may be stupid and to some, not a big deal, however, I've always been extremely competitive. And I'm winning this.

Reaching what appears to be an intercross, I stretch both hands out, my right hand falling through the air, making my feet follow.

On the fifth corner, I stretch my hand out, a scream making the back of my throat dry as another hand wraps around my wrist, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

With my eyes shut, my heart beating so fast I'm scared it's actually going to break out of my chest, a boisterous laugh that sounds exactly like my date, has my eyes opening and rolling.

"Jesus that wasn't funny!" I bring both hands to my eyes, trying to calm the beat of my heart down.

He pulls on my elbow gently, tugging me into his chest to give me a tight hug, "I'm sorry.. I really didn't mean to scare you this bad."