Cat: hey they finally let me have my phone
Lou: i'm so glad
Cat: that's nice to hear
Lou: are you feeling better?
Cat: yeah, i fractured my foot in a different place when i tried to stand on a fracture in my foot that they didn't know was there because they thought it was a sprain so now i've got a monstrous cast on my leg
Lou: ah that sucks
Cat: by the way i'm still mad at you mr. tomlinson
Lou: yeah sorry i didn't tell you
Cat: sorry isn't gonna cut it pal
Lou: how about this
Lou: i deeply and humbly apologize and wish with all of my heart that you will forgive me for not revealing my identity sooner
Cat: that'll do i guess
Lou: i'm still in the lobby, those nurses must double as maximum-security prison guards or something
Cat: what?
Lou: yeah i've been half expecting one of them to tase me the next time i ask if i can go up and see you
Cat: no, you're still in the lobby? you never left?
Lou: yeah...
Cat: go home lou, you need to sleep. i appreciate you being princely for me and all, but you're not a superhero.
Lou: but i want to be your superhero
Cat: regardless you need to sleep
Lou: yes mother dearest
Cat: don't call me that
Lou: why not
Cat: it's annoying
Lou: can i call you?
Cat: i suppose so
Lou: ok hold on
"Hello?"
"Hey, Mr. Tomlinson."
"What would you like me to call you?"
"Excuse me?"
"What do you want me to call you?"
"Um...Cat is fine."
"No, it's not. I need a proper term of endearment for you."
"Don't you call me love sometimes?"
"Yeah, but I call everyone that."
"Oh, really?"
"Is that jealousy I smell?"
"Nope."
"Ha. Well, what should I call you?"
"Heck if I know."
"Would you like me to choose?"
"Sure."
"How about I call you a dirty little-"
"Don't even finish that."
"Ha. How about...honey?"
"Too generic."
"Hmm...sweetheart?"
"I'm ok with that, but it's still overused."
"Sweetness?"
"That's always been one of my favorites."
"Beautiful?"
"I wouldn't mind it if it wasn't such a lie."
"Pshaw. You're plenty beautiful."
"No, I'm really not."
"Yes you are. End of discussion."
"Well then."
"How about dollface?"
"Ew, no. That makes you sound like a sleaze in a bar trying to get laid."
"Ha!"
"It's true."
"Is babe ok?"
"For sure."
"Ok...and...got it."
"Are you writing this down?"
"Why not?"
"Valid question."
"Ok, anything else I missed?"
"Sugar."
"Ooh, good one."
"Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson."
"Do you have to call me that?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
"Ok, now go home and sleep. I don't need another nurse."
"Whatever you say, babe."
"Mm. Go. Sleep."
"Call me if you need anything."
"Of course."
"Ok, bye, sweetness."
"Bye."
"Bye."
*A/N*
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