𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲.

thirteen

dyl is calling...

"What the fuck," Thomas huffs, he stares down at his phone, Harry's chin resting on his shoulder as he looks down.

"Who's that?" He asks, lifting his head and furrowing his eyebrows. Thomas shifts uncomfortably and answers the call.

"Hello?"

"Tommy!" Dylan slurs. Oh, he's drunk. Thomas must have said that out loud if Harry mouthing 'put it on speaker' with a mischievous grin is anything to go by. So he does.

"Have you been drinking?" Thomas asks, his brows tightly knit together.

Dylan hiccups. "Hehe, no. Jus miss you."

Harry awes and elbows him cheekily.

"I'm at work, Dyl."

"You acting, bug?" He hiccups again and Thomas can't help but smile fondly.

Thomas hums. "Yes, I've going over some lines with my friends."

"Who?"

"Me," Harry interrupts, wiggling his eyebrows at Thomas who gives him a glare.

"Hi me," Dylan giggles.

"I'm Harry," Harry corrects and a gasp is audible.

"HARRY STYLES?" Dylan screams, causing them both to wince.

Harry hums. "That'd be me."

"Is your hubby bubby there?" Dylan asks and Thomas mentally face palms.

Harry gives Thomas a look but doesn't seem too mad. "Who are you referring to?"

"Lou-lou, my favourite. I would marry him if I didn't wanna marry Tommy," He blurts, seemingly nonchalant about his confession. Thomas' heart beat picks up but no one has to know.

"Yeah, no you can't have Louis," Harry jokes but then the door is opening and a figure it tackling Harry onto the ground.

"Did someone get murdered?" Dylan asks with a slight slur.

"You're dead, Styles!" Louis screams and he's straddling Harry on the ground and then tickling him until he's squirming.

"Lou- Louis, stop!" Harry is yelling and a few managers are watching in amusement from the door way. Thomas decides it's probably best to hang up.

"I gotta go, Louis is trying to murder Harry with his fingers," Thomas says quickly.

"That sounds sexu-" he hangs up before Dylan finishes his sentence.

Thomas huffs. "It's like you want to get caught."

They both stop what they're doing and look up at him. "Harry messed with me new song, he farted into the bloody mic and overlaid it over the top of the song!"

"Harry," Thomas rolls his eyes in amusement. "Why did you do that?"

Harry huffs, Louis still straddling him. "He kicked me in the balls when I tried to cuddle him."

"You're the most immature best friends I have ever witnessed," Thomas snorts.

"What about you and Dylan? Or, are you more than just best friends?" Harry wiggles his eyebrows and Louis' eyes widen.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asks and he adjusts himself on top of Harry. Thomas can't help but notice the way Harry tenses up.

"No, we should be going over our lines, now, do we remember the bible rule?" Thomas laughs.

Harry groans. "That happened once, and that's because we went to visit a catholic when we looked like teenagers."

Thomas rolls his eyes. "Whatever, you should be able to fit a bible between each other so we can work and you both can't get distracted and touchy. Keep it PG."

"Fuck you," Louis says, smiling nevertheless.