Harry's Birthday

The stripper

“You haven’t said anything to me all night. I miss you like crazy, Boo!” Harry texted his boyfriend. Louis saw the text and laughed ironically, “Have you quite finished?” Harry looked to the phone and raised his eyebrows, he went down to a quiet room and called Louis. Louis looked to the phone and sighed, “Hello!” Harry rolled his eyes, “What’s happening, Boo?” Louis sighed, “Are you joking right?” the younger boy sat down and bit his lip, “I really don’t know what you mean” “Oh, don’t you? Let me clear your mind, you had a stripper making a lap dance on your lap, this clears your mind?” the younger one laughed, “Babe, it’s just a stripper. You know I only have eyes for you, you’re jealous. I barely looked at her, I promise. She’s not you.” Louis smirk, “I’m a lot more sexy than her and I’m not jealous, I just… I didn’t like it, you’re only 19 you’re not gonna marry, at least yet, I’m not getting the point of hiring a stripper for your birthday” Harry sighed and smiled tenderly, “It was a joke, Lou! I did tell them that, it was a stupid joke” the older boy rolled his eyes “It’s okay, I guess you should go back to the amazing party, with tiaras and stuff” Harry laughed, “Boo!” “Haz! Bye” he smiled, “Bye” they ended up the phone call and both smiled to the screen.