runaways || h.s

five;

            Harry was gone when Lola woke up around noon; only leaving a note in his place explaining shortly in big, loopy letters that he’d gone to help Nic out with some ideas for the club and that he would be back soon. She sighed and felt a little betrayed, but she couldn’t say she didn’t expect it. She saw how Harry looked at Nicolette and she clearly had eyes for him as well, and this whole ‘ideas for the club’ thing was probably and excuse for some of her own ‘Harry time’ since Lola took that from her last night.

            Dragging her feet against the floor, she walked back into her room, pulling a cream-colored sweater over her head and a pair of black skinny jeans over her legs along with her favorite beat-up pair of ankle boots that resembled a pair that she’d seen Harry wear, before exiting the house and began her walk to the nearest diner for some lunch that their home clearly did not have.

            “Hello?” Lola asked, her voice bright and cheery despite the fact she did not know the person on the other end.

            “Lola, it’s James.” His words were raspy like he’d just woken up. “I’m having a party tonight and I’d love if you could be there.”

            She rounded the street corner, her eyes set on the diner just down the road and her ears trained on the words being spoken to her through the phone. A small smile floated on her lips and she said, “I’d love to.”

            “Great. Be at mine around 7:30 for some pre-party fun.” He sounded confident and sure that she’d show; he didn’t even bother asking if she would come then, he commanded her to, and participate in pre-party festivities. “I’ll see you then, babe.”

And with that, he hung up, leaving Lola to ponder what was going to happen at the party, and pre-party, and she was quite thrilled. She’d began imagining all the people she would meet when she realized she was standing just in front of the doors of Red’s Diner. Shaking her head, she pushed open the door, the place smelling of greasy fries and burgers, vanilla milkshakes, and various perfumes and colognes.

A young woman behind the counter gave her a welcoming smile and nodded towards the sign beside the door that stated to seat yourself. Lola smiled back and looked towards her right where there were lots of empty booths, then to her left where she heard her name being called.

Lola spotted Louis sitting in a booth next to the window with Zayn and two other guys she didn’t know nor recognize from the club. She made her way down the isle towards the table and took a seat in the empty space Louis had cleared for her.

“Hey,” She said with a small smile.

“Hi,” Louis responded, a similar smile painting his face. When Lola’s gaze drifted off to Zayn, greeting each other with wide smiles, then off to the two she didn’t know, looking to Louis for assistance. “Oh, this is Niall and Liam.”

Niall’s hair was blonde, but his brown roots were beginning to come in, and his eyes were a sparkling blue color; much like Louis’ but they stood out more. Also, he was Irish, his heavy accent giving clearly giving off that aspect of his life. He even went on to tell Lola what a proud Irishman he was, then inviting her out for pints one night. Lola couldn’t say no, not to pints and not to Niall. Liam, on the other hand, was from just about two and a half hours away in Wolverhampton. His hair was brown and his eyes were an even darker shade. Although Liam tried to talk a bit about himself and ask Lola a few questions, Niall couldn’t seem to avert the topic of beer.

“Niall,” Louis and Liam said in unison, bother of their tones clearly showing their annoyance at the blonde. “I’m sure Lola loves talking to you about beer, but let’s just enjoy our lunch with sober thoughts,” Louis added.