I bet Harry prank texts Louis when he gets a new phone number. Like he’d change it, not tell Louis, and then text him out of the blue and then have it follow up with a call from an annoyed Louis going, “You absolute dickhead. I hate you.”. And then Harry’s on the other end giggling like a school girl, unable to form words. To which Louis responds, “I’m gonna get you for that.” with a light, breathy sort of laugh.
Harry finally musters up enough to tease back, “Oh yeah? Just like the last two times I did that to you?”
Louis could sense the mischievous, flirty smirk on Harry’s face that his matched entirely, “I got you back for those though, didn’t I?”
Harry rolled his eyes at the remark, “Sex does not count as ‘getting me back’, Lewis.”
“Oh, so what I’m hearing is you DON’T want me to get you back? Ok. I’m fine with that.” Louis replies nonchalantly.
Harry shook his head vigorously as if Louis could see him (he can’t), “Oh please, Mr. Tomlinson, get me back. Get me back right away.”
Louis giggled at Harry’s enthusiasm, “Alright, calm down there, Princess. I’ll be back next week. I’ll get you back then.”
Harry smiled a warm and soft smile, “I love you, Lou.” His voice matched his face.
“I love you too, Hazza.” Louis’ voice sounded sincere and full of so much love. They both truly love each other from the bottom of their hearts and it shows. Clear as day. And it’s the best.
