harrystyles is calling....

harrystyles is calling....

harrystyles is calling....

(Louis answers call, turning camera around immediately to face his blankets.)

Louis: Hi?

(Harry appears on the screen, hair pushed back by sunglasses and is sitting on a balcony.)

Louis: You listened to the podcast?

Harry: Can I see your face?

(Silence.)

Harry: Figures.

Louis: I liked the song. It's really good. *sighs* Can you say something?

Harry: *sighs* What the fuck are the two of us going to do? You like me, I like you. So, what the fuck?

Louis: You still like me?

Harry: Duh, Louis. But I'm not fucking dating you if I don't know what you look like.

Louis: You're getting quite bossy.

Harry: I think I'm allowed that. In this situation.

Louis: *sighs* I don't know what to say. I'm at a loss for words. And I never shut up.

Harry: Fly to London. Meet me.

Louis: Will there be kissing?

Harry: Stop it!

Louis: Are you going to be angry until we meet?

Harry: I'm not angry at you, love. I want to see you. And talk to you in person.

Louis: Can I give you my number? So we can text about details?

Harry: You'll do it? Meet me?

Louis: I'm scared. I've never been this terrified in my life. But yes.

Harry: I don't want you to be scared.

Louis: Don't be surprised when I'm like ridiculously ugly, ok?

Harry: Stop it.

Louis: I've never liked really liked someone before, ok? And especially not in the last eight years.

Harry: I've never fallen in love with someone that I don't know what they look like.

Louis: In other words, we're idiots. You said you've fallen in love?

Harry: You said something similar in the podcast, Lou.

Louis: I'm blushing. I have to go book a plane ticket.

Harry: Give me your number first.

Louis: [Redacted]

Harry: See you soon?

Louis: Ah.

Call ended.