Louis eyes widen as if he's never heard his name before, it felt new to him like it was meant to only be said by Harry and Harry only and he loved it. "W-What's his n-name a-again and what d-does he l-look l-like?"

"Oh the most beautiful man in the world that's what Louis looks like. You should see him. He has the most beautiful eyes, he wears pretty glasses and the most beautiful button nose and the most beautiful lips, they're so soft," Harry giggles, closing his eyes softly. Louis assumed he's imagining the kisses they've shared.

"Harry?" He says while blushing and gains a hum from the dazed man, "W-What if I-I said I'm Lou-Louis?"

"Nuh uh Louis' far away and mad at me. He hung up because I like him, a lot." He blushes deeply and pouts, "I shouldn't have said anything." Lou rubs his hand softly and sighs, "I'm n-not mad at-at y-you, hon. We'll talk a-about it w-when y-you're more your-yourself. Get s-some rest."

Harry stares at him before nodding and closing his eyes again, he feels a kiss on his cheek before he dozes off into a deep sleep.