Me: H... I have to go now duty calls.. 🙁

Daddie H 😋👔: Duty? 😂 You have to poo?

Me: Real. Mature. Harold. I'm serious... My breaks over...

Daddie H 😋👔: Oh no don't go. That means I'll have to do work too and I think talking to you is better. 😭😭

Louis blushes loving the feeling of knowing Harry likes talking to him just as mush he likes talking to him back.

Me: I think it's better talking to you too but we have to. We'll talk later.

Daddie H 😋👔: But.. 😣

Me: Harry you're going to get me fired. You know I can't ignore your messages so let me go.

Daddie H 😋👔: Maybe I want you to get fired then you can come up here with me.. 😄🙄

Me: 👀😶

Harry groans, "Why would you even say that? You're dumb, Harry. He's gonna think you're a creep." He says to himself before typing quickly.

Daddie H 😋👔: I was uh just joking of course. 😞

The younger boy let's out a breath and shakes his head for even thinking it was true.

Me: Right right of course da- I mean Harry! 😂

Daddie H 😋👔: 👀 What was you gonna call me?!

Me: Hehe nothing H I have to go. 😆

Daddie H 😋👔: Come on.. 🙁😢

Me: Hehe nope!

Harry stops replying after that seeing as it'll be awkward and Louis has to work.