my angel l.s

chapter #10

harry almost falls off his bed, hearing his phone ring and he's sees on his clock that it's two am.

two flipping am.

he picks up the phone, seeing it's a facetime.

not really giving any f*cks, he picks it up, then sees louis's face in a smile.

"good morning!!" louis yells and harry groans, turning his volume down.

"it's two in the morning, why are you calling me?" harry rubs some sleep out of his eye, and louis watches, admiring him.

"because i'm bored." harry rolls over, laying his head on the pillow while looking at louis.

"but, i have a job in like six or seven, whatever, hours and i need to get my beauty sleep." harry whines, and louis smiles at him.

"stay up with me then, and drink a lot of coffee." harry rolls his eyes, then brings the covers over him more. "if we're going to start this relationship thing, expect calls at this time from me." he nods, and running his hand through his frizzy hair.

"excuse my appearance, i haven't got to look in the mirror because of someone." louis chuckles.

"so, what do you usually do at this time?" harry scoffs, looking at louis.

"asleep! i'm asleep usually." louis smiles at him. "well, i'm maybe looking at the stars outside, or taking a walk, i don't know i do at lot of things."

"that's how you get snatched louis!" louis laughs loudly at harry's words, harry looks at him confused.

"what? it is! you walk around at night and someone will take you!" louis laughs even more, finding his worrying adorable. "i was just kidding, i walk around at like twelve pm, i'm fine."

"oh." harry tells him in realization, then blushes, hiding his face behind his pink pillow.

"what's your favorite word?" louis looks at harry, his black cover showing a bit.

"why?" harry's eyes avert to his door, then hears a bell. "mittens!" harry squeals, seeing his cat walk over to his side of the bed.

"mittens is your favorite word? okay, aha. mine is um, never mind you don't have a liking to the word." harry smiles widely, seeing mittens jump on his bed.

"no, i mean mittens is here! say hi to louis, mittens." harry grabs his cat gently, putting her in his chest and putting the camera in an angle where you can see harry, who is cutely looking at his cat as louis would describe, and the cat looking at the screen.

louis screenshots, loving how they both look. "is this the infamous mittens?" louis smiles, sitting up. "yes, it is. wave to louis, mittens." mitten lets out a soft meow, and harry coos at her.

"you're so cute, oh my gosh." louis hears him, thinking the same about harry. louis hears a bark also, and harry raises his eyebrows, not expecting the sound. even mittens jumps.

"is that your dog?" harry pets mittens gently, not wanting her to worry. "yep, sadie come here!" harry rolls his eyes.

"louis, mittens doesn't like dogs. oh my-" the dog jumps on louis' bed, and louis turns his camera to show his dog standing up on the bed. "sadie is the most adorable dog ever." mittens sees the screen, getting off of harry and going to the other side of the bed.

"you made mittens leave." louis pouts, "bring mittens back, these two need to meet." harry grabs mittens and faces the phone in front of her, and louis has the dog on mittens.

"meet sadie, mittens. wave to sadie." mittens made a hiss, and sadie barked, loudly might i add, making mittens jump quickly off the bed and goes to her bed, which makes harry let out a laugh.

"jesus christ you guys!" harry laughs, and louis laughs too, watching him in fond.

"that was crazy, lets try that-"

"louis? can i ask you something?" louis nods, staring at him. "do you think dogs dream? like, do you?" harry looks up, a small grin on his face and he brushes some hair out of his eye.

"i mean, yes i do." louis watches him, finding him looking so beautiful.

"what do they dream of? i mean, i just think about that sometimes." harry shrugs, then looks over a mittens, letting out a small giggle. "i shouldn't even be talking about dogs! little mittens will get so mad at me, oopsie." he covers his mouth, giggles upon giggles falling out. louis fonds, smiling at harry. harry looks back at the screen, growing dark flushed cheeks.

"what are you looking at?" harry shyly asked, cheeks very visible to louis. louis smiles even more, shaking his head. "u-um, no-nothing." louis blushes, and harry bites his lip, blushing too.

they stare for a while, becoming lost until mittens jumps on harry's bed, walking quickly to harry and laying across his lap. harry jumps, and sees mittens, sighing and then looking at louis.

"this little kitten, oh my gosh." harry looks at louis, shaking his head.

"do you like adidas?" harry laughs loudly, louis raising his eyebrow.

"what? i just asked if you liked adidas.." harry laughs even louder, falling over on his bed and lets out loud laughs, louis is confused.

"l-louis! you s-said it w-wrong!" harry speaks in breaths, giggling a bit. "it's not ah-dee-das it's a-de-das!" harry giggles, and louis shakes his head, smiling also cause of harry's giggly behavior.

"yeah yeah what ever, saint y-ves lurent's biggest customer."

"it's saint yves laurent you uncultured swine!" harry drops his phone, clutching his stomach while laughing. louis laughs too, their pets becoming confused.

"you need to use a dictionary to learn how to say these words, louis! this is concerning me." harry picks up his phone, face bright red and eyes teary.

"well, the only place i shop at is dick-"

"louis! mittens shouldn't be hearing this language!" louis shakes his head, chuckling. "and at like-"

"you shop where you can get the skinniest pair of jeans?" louis scoffs playfully, looking at the screen. "but at least i don't spend a thousand dollars at saint y-ves-"

"shut up!" louis laughs, and harry giggles, then rests his head on his pillow.

"louis?" louis looks at him, harry looking back.

"im sleepy," he carries out the e, then covers the blanket he sleeps with over his face. louis smiles at him in fond, then sits up.

"okay, lay down. i'll sing you a lullaby or something." harry lays down quick, wanting to finally hear louis sing.

"okay," and louis starts softly singing this calm song he hears on the radio often. harry smiles, falling in love with his voice.

harry closes his eyes, snuggling into the covers. louis sees, smirking.

and then, he starts screaming.

"louis!" harry falls off the bed, knocking down his book. louis starts laughing, and harry gets up, crawling back into bed. "i wanted you to sing, not scream, louis."

"screamo is a genre of music, harry." harry scoffs, then rests his head on the pillow.

"tell me a story then. i really need to sleep." louis nods, laying down also and then starts telling a story about his first goal of soccer as a college player. harry listens, slowly falling asleep and then about five minutes later, little snores can be heard from louis' receiving end.

louis notices, smiling at the screen and then softly whispers, "goodnight, angel."

he gets comfortable himself, going to sleep with a big smile on his face, grateful for harry being his friend and hopefully more.