runaways || h.s

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     After leaving Harry's house the first thing the next morning, Lola insisted they skip an eat-in breakfast and grab something for the road. Harry really couldn't deny her smile although he thought they should.

     Lola took a small, bird-like bite of her breakfast sandwich and a sip of her water before smiling over at Harry who sat in the driver’s seat munching down on his own breakfast. He smiled back, trying to keep all of the food from his large bite in his mouth. She giggled, a hand flying up to cover her own mouth to keep food from flying. This only caused Harry to laugh, and then the two of them ended up in a fit of laughter while trying to keep the food in their mouth and themselves from choking.

     When the laughter died down a bit Lola said, "Ridiculously fun," still chuckling a bit.

     Harry nodded and smiled, finally being able to swallow his food, and repeated, "Ridiculously fun."

     As they finished off what was left of their small breakfast meal, Harry was pulling his car into the car park of the train station. The lot was not as empty as it was the night before, multiple cars of different colors sitting in the spots around them. This was the part where Lola's lips turned into a huge smile and she began jumping up and down in her seat. Harry wasn't really sure why she got so excited about receiving a train ticket, but he liked seeing Lola happy.

     Lola opened the door as soon as Harry cut the engine and smiled at Harry, waving her hand to come with her. He exited the car and walked around it only to tell her someone was meeting him here any minute and that he would meet up with her in a few. She nodded and ran off to the ticket booth with her bag hanging from her shoulder and one rolling behind her.

     Harry sighed, of relief more than anything, but was still slightly worried the man wouldn't show. He leaned up against the black car and tapped his foot on the concrete as she hummed along to a song playing in his head. Maybe a minute later, footsteps could be heard from the other side of Harry's car, and then a man appeared.

     "Are you Harry?" The guy asked, his hand reaching up and scratching his scruffy brown beard. He had on blue cutoff jeans and a black tee.

     "That's me," Harry nodded, extending his hand to give the man, whose name was found out to be Jason, a steady handshake.