Roads (Larry fic)

Chapter 2

Hi again! I added a song for this chapter also!
Hope you enjoy the chapter x

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Harry POV:

I don't know where I'm driving to. Hell, this isn't even my car, I only got my licence a few months ago. I needed to leave, just somewhere away from this godawful town is all I know.

I drive for hours until it starts to slowly get dark. About an hour ago, I started playing some music, lightly humming along to the tunes.

The rain is being constantly cleared away by the windscreen wipers, but this kind of repetitiveness, I like.

It's an uncontrollable wind and rain.

It's clearing my view of a path to freedom and opportunities.

And as it turns out, this path of freedom and opportunities led me to a small cafe on the side of the road. A neon sign buzzing in front of it saying
'Danielle's Diner'

My stomach grumbles as I turn into the small car park and I only see a few other cars around.

The bell dings as I open the door and a few heads turn to look at me before an old lady gets me seated in the corner.

Suddenly feeling awkward about being on my own in the diner, I half hide behind my menu, looking away from everyone.

I finally decide on an omelet and after the waitress has left, I sit and fiddle with my hands.
The music plays quietly and I listen to the muffled chatter around me, occasionally zoning in and out.

I am broken out of my thoughts when a boy with chocolate brown hair and deep blue eyes slides into the booth in front of me.

"So," he starts "what's the deal? You got stood up or something?" He asks.

I stutter over my words, confused as to why he is talking to me. "No, I-uh.. I'm just-uhm"

"I mean, it's fine if you were, we've all been there, mate" he says, chuckling.

"No, I-uh actually am just here on my own. I'm not waiting for someone."

"What?" He asks, amused. "Why are you in a crappy diner like this on your own? I don't mean to sound creepy or anything, by the way. Are you going somewhere?"

"Kinda" I say, unsure of how to explain myself and if I should even have to.

"Well, that's a very detailed story"

"There isn't much to know..." I say.

"I still wanna hear it anyway" he states.

"Why?"

"Because I'm interested"

"What? I don't even know who you are" I argue, lightheartedly.

"Oh, I'm Louis. But, you can call me Lou or L-dawg" he smiles, white teeth shining.

"Well I'm not calling you L-dog, that's for sure" I laugh.

"So, what's your name, Curly?" He smirks.

I hesitate, looking him up and down and judging him as almost harmless. "My name's Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Curly" he says, holding his hand out.

"Harry" I correct, shaking his hand.

"Whatever you say, Curly" he says in a sing-song voice.

I blush slightly the repetitive use of the nickname. Louis smirks at this. Before I can correct him again, the waitress comes over with my food and seemingly Louis' food as well.

"For you and your date" she says, winking at me.

I blush again and look down at my lap and Louis laughs. But, rather than correcting her like I had expected, he just takes the food and thanks her.

I look up at him, confused; and he just smiles at me and begins eating.

"So seriously. Now that we know each other, can you tell me the reason why you were sitting alone in a café with no partner, even though you have such a pretty face?" Louis asks me, pouting.

"I don't have a pretty face" I mutter.

"My eyes beg to differ" he smirks.

I don't think my cheeks could get any redder at this point. I fidget in my seat and pick at a loose thread in my jeans. I decide to give Louis the short version, as to not bore him with my life story.

"I guess, I just needed a form of escape from my life back home. Nothing terrible was really happening, but I still kinda hated it. By driving away, I could maybe go on my own little adventure to clear my mind and my lungs. I'd let fait lead me wherever it is I'm meant to go with whomever it is I'm supposed to."
I say it all in one breath, the explanation being a little longer than I'd hoped.

"Wow" Louis said, eyes blown wide. "That's some deep shit, Curly"

I chuckle, lightly.

"But," I say, wanting to move the topic off me, and also because I'm kind of interested, "I could ask you the same thing"

"What?" He asks.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

"Oh," he mutters "I was at an old mates house and I got a taxi home but they took me to the completely wrong place and then left" he rolls his eyes while saying this part.

"So then," he continues, taking a bite of his bacon "I get this bus and this train and start trying to follow all these maps but the only thing I know for sure is that I need to head North" he says, pointing in that direction.

"Jesus" I say, shocked by this almost scary story. "How do you even manage to get so lost?"

He shrugs at me.

I think for a moment, contemplating whether this is a good idea or if I'm just really stupid. I know I'm travelling in the exact same direction as Louis...

Well, I guess I wanted an adventure, right?

"I'm actually heading that way as well" I say, seeing Louis' eyes light up. "Do you, wanna maybe come with me and we'll drive up together?"

A big, shit-eating grin grows on his face.
"Yes!" He exclaims. "Thank you so, so much, Harry!" His face relieved.

I smirk at him "hey, you called me by my actually name"

"Shut it, Curly" he says, lightly whacking my arm.

"Watch it, or I might just change my mind about that lift, Lou" I warn, jokingly.

"You wouldn't" he fake gasps.

"Oh, I would..." I say, narrowing my eyes dramatically at him.

We continue like this back and forth as we continue with our meals.

When we finally leave, it's almost two hours later and the raining has stopped. When we get in the car, the music starts up again and we both hum to it as I drive down the roads, with a new companion with me.

Damn, this chapter was a lot happier than the last.
I don't want this to be a depressing book, I want it to have ups and downs.

Also, tell me who you want Harry to be with e.g. Larry, Narry, Zarry, Lirry etc

Byeeee x
-Blue