Louis wakes up and stretches, accidentally knocking his phone on the floor, "Shit."

"Language," Harry says through the phone.

The younger boy frowns only hearing mumbles and looks around the room. He shrugs and picks his phone up off the floor gasping noticing the call is still going through, "Harry?"

"Yes, mister potty mouth?" He gasps again, "You s-stayed a-all night?" the young boy falls back into bed and pulls the cover over his face, blushing madly. "Yeah I did. I was gonna hang up but things happened and I wanted to know how it played out." he laughs.

"W-what do y-you mean?"

Harry chuckles, "Anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?"

"My-my mum t-told m-me I did when I-I was y-younger. Why?" Louis asked still confused, "Well you still do, babes. You don't even stutter in your sleep. Which I was surprised by." He chuckles again.

"Really? Harry stop laughing. What was I saying? Was I embarrassing?" He asks questions quickly one after another not noticing himself not stutter again in a whiney tone.

"Hey, you didn't stutter," Harry says a bit surprised, "I-I know y-you s-said I don't when I'm-I'm sl-sleeping."

"No, babes, right now."

"Huh? Haz y-you're s-silly just a-answer my qu-question."

"Um.." He shakes his head, "Okay, baby, I guess you was dreaming about me cause you said my name a lot," Harry laughs, "And you were whimpering and whining. I think I was making you feel good."

"I-I uh H-harry..." Louis blushes deeply, "I h-have to-to go..."

"No, babes, stay please. It's okay everyone has naughty dreams about someone they like."

"W-who s-said I like y-you?"

"You did," He blurts out before he could stop himself.