under your bed in new york. // larry stylinson

seven.

It was 10:11pm a week later when Louis got a text from Harry.

They'd been texting ever since they quite literally bumped into each other two weeks ago, just friendly conversations scattered here and there, and each time Louis got a notification from Harry his heart jumped a little, although he told himself it meant nothing. He was not in love with Harry. Not again.

This time, the text read, can we facetime?

Louis glanced at himself in the reflection of his phone, deeming that he didn't look too much of a mess. He texted back a sure and a few seconds later, his phone rang. He answered the FaceTime request and propped his phone up on his desk as the image of Harry popped up on the screen.

"Hi, Louis!"

"Hey, H. What's up?"

"Nothing much, I'm just bored and want someone to talk to." Louis recognized the familiar scene of their old living room behind Harry. "What are you doing?"

"Not much, just working." He lifted up his laptop and showed the screen to Harry for a few brief seconds before setting it back down on his desk again.

"Where's Milky?" Harry appeared to be sitting on their - his - couch, wrapped in a blanket and looking adorable. "Can I see her, please?"

"Sure." Louis spun around in his chair, trying to figure out where his puppy had gone to. "Why?"

"Because she's adorable! And I love her already even though I only met her for a few minutes."

"Milky!" Louis called after he couldn't see her anywhere in his study. He heard the sounds of light footsteps and the puppy appeared in his doorway. "C'mere." The puppy ran towards him and Louis picked her up, lifting her onto his desk so he could show her to Harry and waving her paw.

"Awww," Harry cooed, voice going soft and high-pitched. "Who's a good puppy? Who's a good puppy?"

Milky barked and tried to lick Louis' phone screen, so Louis quickly pulled her away and settled her down onto his lap. "What are you doing right now?"

"Calling you."

"And?"

"Looking at your puppy."

"And?"

"Nothing, Louis, I really have nothing to do."

Louis turned back to his laptop. "Don't you have work to do? Or TV to watch?"

"Well, yeah, but I wanted to talk to you!" Harry said brightly. "I haven't talked to you face-to-face in ages."

"Only a week, love," Louis said, mentally slapping himself when the pet name slipped out of his mouth.

"I guess a week isn't that much compared to three years," Harry said, voice so quiet Louis could barely hear him and pretended to not hear him at all. Harry said in a louder voice, "So, what are you working on? Are you working on a big case that'll win you millions?"

Louis huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Nope. Just working on a teeny tiny case for a client."

"Is your client a millionaire or something?"

"Maybe." Louis wasn't exactly supposed to disclose information about his clients, but Harry had never been too nosy about them.

"I knew it." Harry wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You're going to earn a big fat check when it's over, aren't you?"

"Maybe."

"You lucky duck, no wonder you can afford that fancy apartment, it would be fun to have so much space," Harry said. Louis didn't mention that even though he really loved his current apartment, he missed his and Harry's old one. They had made so many memories there.