"What am I supposed to do? Should I ask him about it?" Harry asks pacing back and forth in his office.

It's the morning after they had the small chat on the plane, Harry texted him "Sleep tight, little one." after hanging up even though he was loving the sound of Louis tiny whines and snores. He wondered what he was dreaming about.

Niall leans back and puts his feet on Harry's desk, "Harold calm down. Even if he does like you it's not like y'all can date. You're here and he's there."

He groans, hitting Niall's feet off his desk, "My names not Harold, asshole and that means nothing. Long distance relationships are a thing and I can go to him anytime I want."

"Hey I'm not an asshole. You need to chill y'all just met and you talking about a relationship already? Come on, Harry, that's not you."

"Maybe it could be me. Maybe he's the one."

"No such thing, H." Niall huffs, "Maybe he can just be your 'New York friends with benefits'." he makes quotations with his hands. "Fuck you, Niall! He's not some twink that I want to fuck and dump." Harry storms out of the room.

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Days goes by and Harry still haven't talked to him about what he said before falling asleep even though they text all day and talk on the phone at night.

Maybe he didn't mean it in that way and he was just blabbering in his sleep.

Harry wouldn't know and he was afraid to find out.