It's at the diner when he see's him again. It's weird really, because he recognizes his group easily, but how he's managed to miss Louis is beyond his knowing.

This time Harry's not with his cousin, but with a few of his own guys. Jerry, Keith, and Randy. They're all talking about the punks over there on the stools, spinning around like they're kids. Harry doesn't mind, really. He thinks it's perfectly fine that they're smiling and having a bit of fun. God knows they need it with all these stupid rivals and fights going on.

Randy mentions something about Louis, which is what makes Harry snap out of his gaze. "What'd ya say?" He asks, glancing down at his drink. He finds it intimidating to look any of them in the eye. One reason why he doesn't fight. He feels a bit scared even sitting with the jerks themselves, but he needs to fit in somehow, and this is his way of doing it.

"I said he's an annoying shit who needs to cut his hair." He retorts. Harry disagrees, really. Louis' got nice hair. It isn't even that long. Just shaggy.

"Talk about cutting his hair, look at mine." Harry fakes a laugh, taking a sip of his cola. Two out of the three just look at him though, before going back to talking shit on the greasers. "Um, I'm gonna get another drink."

The diner is pretty much a legitimate corner. It's an L shape, with the booths in the front and the counter going all the way down from one end to another in the back. Which is why Harry goes all the way to the end of it so he's out of sight from his little group. He see's Louis look over at him, and jump off the chair he's on. His feet don't even touch the ground on it.

"A cola, please." Harry smiles at the lady working the counter and gives her the money to pay for his drink. He doesn't look to the side when someone comes up right next to him, bumping their shoulders. He knows who it is.

"Hiya, fox." Louis whispers against his skin, sneaking up behind Harry. His breath sends chills down his neck. "What're ya doin?" He asks.

Harry conceals his smile. He knew Louis called him a fox the other day. "Nothin." He murmurs. "What bout you?"

Louis hums. "Just makin sure ya don't get jumped again. There's lots a guys around, never know." He sing songs, which makes Harry smile. His head is turned slightly, subtly staring at Louis' chest tattoo that peaks out from his tshirt.

"Well then I hope my guys don't see us or else you'll have to protect yourself, too," Harry says.

Louis shakes his head. "They're not your guys." He looks at Harry. "Your guys are the ones who are nice and don't fight and do all their homework before helping their mums with dinner and their dads fix up the old car out back." His voice drops. "These aren't your guys."

Harry frowns. "Yeah, I know. Gotta fit in, though. If you don't fight then you're weak, so I've got to at least work out with them and pretend I like em." He shrugs. "And I don't do homework. M'nineteen. Graduated last year."

Louis turns his body so that he's looking at Harry. "Ya don't have to fit in. I'm twenty, oldest one of my family. All the other guys are nineteen, eighteen, all the way down to sixteen. And I don't fight, or discriminate." He adds. Harry gets his drink, but he doesn't even glance at the woman. He keeps his eyes on Louis.

"What do you mean family?"

"The guys. We're all family. Our gang is our family. We do anything for eachother, we stick together." He furrows his eyebrows. "Everyone should have people like that."

"I want that," Harry says quietly. He feels like Louis got closer. It makes him nervous.

"You should 'ave that, Harry," he looks up at Harry his voice low, then clears his throat. "But uhm, anyway. We follow strict codes of honor and fairness." He smiles. "For example, all the guys accept me for who I am. I've gotten em through most things anyway. I've done my best to teach them not to hate cause of gender, color, sexuality."

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but Louis keeps going. "Another example. I'm gay, but they still stick by my side and mess around with me just the same." Harry stands up a bit straighter, but Louis keeps going. "They'd do the same for ya too. Even though we don't know ya. They wouldn't rat anyone out for being gay." He snorts. "Most of em 'ave been in a cell at one point, wouldn't want anyone to have to go there."

"I-I'm not gay." Harry spits out, whispering. "I-I, who would tell you that?!"

"I'm gay myself, doll, I could tell when I first laid eyes on ya." Louis mutters. He see's the horrified look on Harry's face and smirks. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dare tell anyone, right?"

Harry lets out a breath. "Okay." He murmurs, a bit unsure. "Okay, okay, yeah."

"Yeah?" Louis smiles. Harry nods. "Good-"

"Hey, cool cat!" A dirty blonde comes bounding up behind Louis, and swings his arm around his shoulder. "Some birdie biker gone ridin by. Everyone was whistling and she flipped em off!" He stops laughing when he see's Harry. "Hey long hair leslie." Louis elbows him in the stomach.

"Cut it out, Bobcat. Bein a dork," Louis says, yet he can't wipe the smile off his face. "This is Harry. He's from the west side. He's smooth though. Real smooth." He gives Harry a long look.

Bobcat nods, and just as he goes to bellow something else, Randy, Keith, and Jerry come up behind both him and Louis. "What're you doing?" Randy asks. "Why're you talking to each other?"

Bobcat takes a step back, but Louis stays leant against the counter, all slick like James Dean. His gaze stays on Harry. "They weren't doing anything. I was getting a soda and standing by myself since I have a bit of a headache and he just came up to order a soda too. He and his friend were talking to each other, not me." Harry tells them. Keith looks at Louis suspiciously, but backs away and has the other two following him with the nod of his head.

"You comin, Harry?" Jerry asks.

Harry nods silently, and looks at Louis, who nods as well with the smallest smile before going back to his group on the other side of the diner. Harry goes off after the three guys he came with. He tucks his hands in his pockets as he walks, and hops into the backseat of Randy's car.