Harry stepped into his room, smiling to himself. He looked down at his current outfit, huffing at the dirty jeans and torn up shoes. He whipped out his phone, sending Louis a quick text,
Harry: What should I wear?
Louis: Dunno just like.. jeans? nothing? nothing sounds good
Harry: Pfft.. I'm not going nude, Lewis.
Louis: name's not LEWIS its lois
Louis: Lois*
Louis: Lois*
Louis: Lousi*
Louis: FUCKING LOUIS***
Harry: Okay lois I'll wear some clean jeans. What exactly are we gonna do besides go for dinner?
Delivered
Harry: Lou?
Harry: Are you there?
Louis: Yeah just having a bit of pain in my stomach its fine. just ill send you my address and we can order something I'm not feeling too well right now.. is that okay?
Harry: Are you alright? :-( I'll make you some soup when I get there
Delivered
Harry: Whats your address, lovie?
Harry: and yes I meant Lovie
Delivered
Harry: Louis?? Stop disappearing please
Harry frowned at his phone screen as he waited for a reply. He laid down on his bed, staring at the text thread, hoping Louis would reply soon. The worried male waited for almost 40 minutes before dialing Louis' number, chewing on his nails as the phone rang. "p-pick up p-please lou."
