inferno // l.s.

sixty

harry leaned against the wall, holding the bulky black jail phone between his ear and shoulder. he crossed one ankle over the other and picked at his nails as he listened to the dial tone. when the other end picked up, he rolled his eyes at the automated voice that spoke through. he stated his name when prompted, and waited for the beep.

"good afternoon, pretty thing."

"and what makes you think i look pretty right now?"

"don't have to think. i just know."

there was a hum from louis that made him grin. "do you have some sort of sneaky eyes in my bedroom right now, styles?"

"maybe."

"oh, okay. so you know that i'm wearing the same shirt i've worn for three days and mismatched socks, then?"

"mhm. and judging by your voice i can tell you just woke up. did you get much sleep?"

"yeah, surprisingly. passed out around three after zayn and i made a fort in the living room with the cats. i just got in bed."

harry's brows rose. it's one thirty. "not bad, not bad. what did you do in the fort?"

"fentanyl."

"shut up."

louis snickered. "we watched dirty dancing and ate ice cream. shark hates strawberry ice cream, by the way."

"what about emma?"

"loved it."

"i'll keep that in mind for when i come home."

"hey, speaking of which..." louis yawned and said, "are you okay if i go to your house to grab a few things?"

"i figured you would have been staying there."

"nuh uh. i've been at the apartment this whole time."

"oh. that's fine, you should know better than to ask, bun. you've practically lived there for the last few months."

"i know, i know. it just doesn't feel right being there without you."

"i know. i'm sorry."

"better be. you're getting the couch the first week you return."

"week? i expected at least ten minutes."

"nope. seven whole days without cuddling with me."

"you'd cave before you even turned the lights off."

"wanna bet?"

"i'll put two honey buns and a gatorade on it."

"iced honey buns or regular?"

"one of each."

"ooh, variety, we like it...what color gatorade?"

"pink."

"you're on."

harry chuckled, grabbing the phone to move it to his other ear. it's good to hear his voice. it's always good, because this is all he has right now. hearing louis, talking to louis, those are his two main motivations through the day. he can't see his face right now but he imagines the smaller man curled up in bed, probably with shark or emma at his stomach, and definitely sporting the meanest case of bed hair. he was a wild sleeper, so his hair was always messy in the mornings.

"did you take your meds yet?"

"on it now." harry could hear the rattling of pill bottles.

"eat something too, please."