Harry makes everyone leave besides Louis. He pulls him on his lap and wraps his arms around him, "Hazza I-I sh-shouldn't be on your la-lap."

"Hazza?"

Lou blushes, "Y-yeah I think I-I h-heard your sister or-or Ni-niall say it. S-sorry.." the shy boy hides his face in the older man's neck, "You say sorry for the weirdest things, you know?" He chuckles.

"N-no I don't."

"Yes you do, baby. You can call me Hazza. It's cute when you say it."

"R-really?" He says in a excited voice, "Of course. Look at me." Louis shakes his head,"Come on, babes. I wanna talk."

"We-we're talking n-now, s-silly."

"Baby."

Louis sighs dramatically as he pulls away to look at Harry, "Wh-what is it?"

"I don't want you to leave."

"I'm not. My-my boss said "s-stay as long as-as you w-want" because I have a-a lot of-of holiday days that I-I never use."

"So you wouldn't mind staying until I'm better? And in my house?"

Louis blushes, "Uh I'm-I'm at th-the ho-hotel..."

The green eyed man frowns, "Calm down, love. I'm not making you stay. I'd just like you here... with me..."

He closes his eyes trying to calm his beating heart, "C-can I think a-about it?"

"Of course, love."