Won't you stay 'til the A.M?

Don't wanna sleep cause we're dreaming out loud

Feels like this could be forever right now
Don't wanna sleep cause we're dreaming out loud
Trying to behave but you know that we never learned, how

"I'm getting addicted to this." Harry giggled while they waited for their breathing to get back to normal.

"Me too. I can't believe you're single. How is that even possible?" Louis wondered.

"I haven't found the right guy I guess. It turns out I have the worst taste in men. I mean, I think they're great when we first meet, and then they're just not. Oh God, and now it sounds like I have dated all of London. I really haven't. I guess I kind of gave up along the way. I got tired of being disappointed." Harry admitted.

"So how bad is your taste in men? I want to know what I'm up against." Louis smirked.

"Well, one turned out to be married to a woman and had three kids." Harry answered.

"Ouch!" Louis said.

"One had a thing for flashing himself. Like, we ordered pizza and before I knew it he pulled his pants down in front of the delivery guy. Poor man." Harry continued.

Louis burst out laughing.
"That's horrible, and sexual harassment! I know I shouldn't laugh."

"Yep. How come you're single?" Harry asked.

"I kind of lost myself when my mum died and I had to work through that. I wasn't capable of dating or be in a relationship, to be honest. I dated a few guys before that but I don't fall in love easily so..." Louis answered thoughtfully.

"Jay was a wonderful mum. I know that I only met her once but I really liked her." Harry said quietly.

"Yeah...she liked you too." Louis smiled.

Harry returned the smile but then he suppressed a yawn. He picked up his cellphone from the bedside table to look at the time.
"It's almost four o'clock. Maybe we should get some sleep?"

"Yeah, or maybe we should do this!" Louis said and started to tickle him.

Harry squirmed and giggled.
"No! Stop! I'll kick you in the nuts!" He gasped.

Louis stopped and laughed.
"Really? That wouldn't be nice. You would deprive me of the chance to have kids in the future."

"You want kids?" Harry asked and lit up in a dimpled smile.

"Yeah, 100 percent. You?" Louis asked.

"I always wanted kids." Harry answered, still smiling.

They gazed into each other's eyes.
"I didn't want this night to end." Louis said softly.

"Because you turn into a pumpkin at the first ray of light?" Harry joked.

"Well that of course, and also, I'm having a great time. It's strange. It's like time hasn't moved and I'm still eighteen, meeting a stunningly beautiful boy at summer camp, and at the same time, ten years have passed and so much have happened." Louis tried to explain.

"Yeah..." Harry breathed out, heart beating fast.

"Who came up with words and decided what things were supposed to be called. Like, did they look at a bush and like, oh, this will be a bush from now on. That sounds accurate." Louis said to break the serious conversation topics they just had.

Harry started laughing.
"I don't know! You think about the strangest things."

"You don't?" Louis questioned.

They both giggled, being really tired but don't wanting the night to end.
"Hey Lou, do you wanna hear a funny joke?"

"Sure." Louis agreed. He really hoped Harry's jokes had improved in ten years.

"Knock knock!"

Apparently not.
"Really Hazza?"

"It's funny! Come on. Knock knock."

"Fine, who's there?" Louis asked.

"Hoo." Harry said, trying to contain his laugh.

Louis played along.
"Hoo who?"

Harry started laughing and had trouble delivering the punchline.
"A..are you an owl?"

Louis just stared at him. Harry cackled loudly, holding his stomach, rolling around. Louis's lips started to twitch and he laughed at Harry. The joke was awful. When they came up for air Louis smiled fondly.
"I can't believe you're still telling those bad knock-knock jokes."

"They're the best!" Harry grinned.

"Not really." Louis said and began to giggle again.

"No, don't laugh. My tummy hurts!" Harry protested and then he giggled as well.

They got lost in each other's eyes once again.
"We should get some sleep." Harry finally said.

"Yeah...but I don't want to." Louis smiled.

"Me neither. Okay, where do you see yourself in five years?" Harry asked.

"I hate that question! I don't even know what's going on in my life next month." Louis chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Just dream big!" Harry said.

"In five years I'll be married to a great guy. He's beautiful and kind and great in bed. Oh, and rich of course! We have two kids and spend our time between our mansion and our summer house in some warm and exotic country. Was that big enough?" Louis chuckled.

"I never thought you would be a material snob." Harry joked.

"Am not! Fine, he doesn't have to be rich. Just great and madly in love with me, and he better want children." Louis huffed.

"I'm sure he will be all those things." Harry smiled.

"I'm throwing the question back at you. Where do you see yourself in five years?" Louis asked?

"The same. I will be married with kids." Harry smiled.

"Imagine how disappointed we both will be in five years if that hasn't happened. That's why I never plan my life ahead. You never know what happens." Louis sighed.

"Don't be such a mood killer, Lou!" Harry whined.

"I'm sure you'll have all that. Some model you take pictures of will drop on one knee and propose as soon as he lays eyes on you." Louis smirked.

Harry giggled.
"Yeah right. He would probably already be married with my bad luck when it comes to men."

"Yeah, probably." Louis smirked and Harry huffed and pushed him playfully.