chapter 11.

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take that chance,

you never know if you're ever going to
be able to again.

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"Where are we going? We don't even know where Louis lives." Harry exclaimed from the passenger seat. He had been whining and whining, the entire car ride; Rue was very close to pulling over and making him walk.

"Actually," She chirped happily. "I do happen to know someone who does. Luke should be working at the diner right about now."

"Luke? As in Hemmings? Oh no, no Rue he can't know about this. Do you not know how weird this all is?" Harry panicked once again, twisting in his seat to face Rue.

"At least you're aware." Rue murmured, coming to a stop at the red light. She tilted her head in the direction of the curly-haired boy. "He's not going to know though, we're just going to ask him where Louis is. Nothing else."

Harry gave a very exaggerating sigh, sinking down in his seat so that the back of his neck was low on the seat.

It was a pretty uncomfortable position to be in yet somehow relaxed Harry as well. It calmed his nerves only for them to reaccelerate as soon as he got to thinking again.

"What if Louis is perfectly fine, no tattoo whatsoever, and we just immediately barge in questioning him?" He threw at her.

Harry knew this was a bad idea but then again, he knew no other way to go around this situation. It was their only option. He just wanted to be stubborn is all.

Rue finally stared down at him, fairly amused.

"Why are you such a child?" She turned back towards the road, taking off just as the light returned to green.

Harry mumbled under his breath as he slowly slid back up in his seat.

And maybe he did begin to feel slightly embarrassed by his previous actions but of course, he would never say. So Harry sulked.

"Oh good, his car's in the lot." Rue said as they pulled into the very old Mal's Diner.

Harry waited as his dear friend shut off the engine, unbuckled herself, and even hid all her belongings under the seat so no one would break into the car, and steal her already stolen objects, before he finally climbed out behind her.

"I'm nervous."

Harry was nibbling on his bottom lip as he pulled on the elastic around his wrist repeatedly allowing it to slap down hard against his skin.

"You don't have to speak, i'll hold the conversation with him." Rue assured him, knowing that would calm Harry's nerves. 

"Okay." Harry whispered, oddly. Rue obviously did not hear it.

The little bell hung above the door rang as the two entered the diner. "Welcome in! How are you?" A server yelled out as he walked past them with a hand full of trays. Other greetings followed behind shortly, only some bothering to look up.

The diner was rather small. Booths lined up against the wall by the windows while the high top tables were scattered across the main floor. It wasn't too full but the customers inside kept them busy enough.

Harry looked up at the several license plates hanging just above the counter on the beige walls as Rue grabbed a server's attention, asking for Luke he assumed.

"He should be grabbing some restock from the back, i'll let him know you two are here. Names?"

"Rue, please. Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Of course, honey." The lady bent down to pick up empty baskets and trays from the table beside her, causing her breasts to slightly spill out of her white button up. Both Harry and Rue looked away politely; Harry more embarrassed.

"Just have a seat here." And with that she walked away, disappearing to the back.

The two slid into the booth on separate sides, settling onto the red leather material. You could see the cushion peaking through tiny holes from where people before have pealed the seats, picking at them.

"This place is a bust." Rue commented, taking in the damage just as Harry had been.

Harry shrugged. "Looks better than my house."

Rue nodded. "And yours looks better than mine so, guess that says a lot."

Harry knew this was a sensitive topic for Rue. She always bummed herself out by speaking of their salaries or living conditions. They were, well, not wealthy. This is why Rue was always stealing, she wanted nothing but the best for her and her friends and she knew they deserved everything she ever took for them.

She could just feel it. Almost as if they were just meant for the luxury and wealth.

She despised the Snobs who had so much money to give and were never grateful, would always complain or only want more. If only they knew how awful Rue and her friends had it everyday; they wouldn't last a week.

So she stole.

"Babydollll," Harry heard Luke sing once his eyes met Rue's. Rue looked up, immediately beaming as Harry looked back over his shoulder to spot Luke.

Luke was in a pair of black skinny jeans that matched the beaten down, black apron wrapped around his waist as well as a white button up. He smiled at Harry, also greeting him by ruffling his curls as he passed the lad.

Harry pouted slightly, rearranging his hair as Luke slid into the booth beside Rue.

"So what's this, stalking me now?" Luke asked the two, leaning back against the seat.

"More like stalking Louis." Rue joked, turning so she could face the two boys.

Luke made a face before looking at Harry. "Louis?"

"I-um, need to talk to him."

The younger lad raised his brows, amused. "I see. What about?"

"Luke," Rue warned. "Quit being nosy. Do you happen to know where he might be?"

Luke sighed, not liking the turn down on his curiosity. He leaned forward, propping himself up against the table. "Well he's either with that chick Lola or probably at the ramps." He pondered. "Or home, here."

Luke took out his notepad he used for orders and grabbed his pen before he jotted something down as the others watched his actions. He ripped out the piece of paper with his sloppy handwriting and handed it to Rue.

"That's his address and that girl's number. Call her to get to him. She's a Snob."

Luke saying she was a Snob automatically let them know she was a richie, meaning she had a phone. Of course she did.

Harry's heart sank at the mention of the females name. Lola. That wasn't his coworker from the night before, so who was she?

Rue nodded. "And ramps?"

"Skating ramps. Park across from the old pier."

"Gotcha, thanks Luke. This is why I love you." Rue cooed, poking his cheek.

Luke chuckled swatting her hand away. "Lies." He leaned back again, now looking at Harry and catching his eye. He kicked his worn out boot beneath the table with his own sneaker.

"So, we're hunting Louis down, mind if I join? I get off in twenty."

"Mmm, this is kind of personal, love. I'm sorry." Rue sadly apologized, feeling bad for her friend being left out.

Luke was about to tell her not to worry, although he was a bit sad about not being able to join the two, when Harry interrupted. "You can come."

Rue looked at him, surprised.

"Really? Awesome." Luke smiled. He slid out of the booth, standing up. "See you in a few."

Rue looked at Harry smiling. "What changed your mind?" She asked once Luke had walked off.

Harry shrugged. If Louis also had a tattoo and had no idea how he got it, like Harry, he's sure he would eventually end up telling Luke about it anyways. Harry's sure this is all some big joke. Nothing serious.

Just two lads maybe getting high from Ibuprofen and randomly getting tattoos then forgetting.

Right?

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