louis: h?
louis: i know it's late but i can't sleep
louis: are you up?
louis: course not its like 3am
louis: i'm sorry
harry: NONO IM UP
harry: IM UP LOU IM HERE FOR YOU
louis: no i'm sorry it's late go back to sleep
harry: IM UP LOU SERIOUSLY IM HERE FOR YOU
louis: you sure?
harry: YES YES I TOLD YOU ILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHENEVER
louis: good bc i can't sleep :(
harry: why
louis: idk i'm overthinking everything
louis: something my brain has been doing lately
harry: aw poor baby
harry: i mean poor you, sorry
louis: it's fine
louis: i just can't sleep
harry: we can talk on the phone if you want to
harry: i'll read you a book or something ?
louis: yes pls
harry: okay hang on
harry didn't know why he was so nervous all of a sudden. maybe it was because it would be the first time they talked on the phone in months. five months to be exact. the thought of louis' angelic voice made his stomach flutter. but enough of keeping louis waiting, Harry dialed his number.
"hello?"
"hey louis."
"hi h."
"..."
"harry? you still there?"
"uh, yeah sorry got distracted."
"by what?"
"your vo- nothing just picking out the book i'm going to read"
"i'm sorry for waking you up."
"it's fine really, i just wanna make sure you're okay."
"i am i just can't sleep, i've been thinking. and that's no good this late."
"about?"
"hm?"
"what have you been thinking about?"
"just... stuff. mostly about the past. the future. you know?"
"the past?"
"yeah nothing important though."
"oh."
"yeah"
"i'm sorry about asking this... but do you still think about me? about us?"
"uh"
"i mean it was forever ago and i shouldn't be asking about it but i still wonder."
"i mean sometimes, when i- i shouldn't go into detail this is weird."
"sorry i just always feel like whenever i talk to you i have to be careful and stop myself."
"why?"
"i know you're taking care of yourself- and please still do, health is first- but i mean when i text you i always want to say cute boyfriend stuff but i can't because you know... we're not anymore."
"oh i-"
"i know sorry didn't mean to bring this up."
"it's fine H. and to be honest with you its that stuff that keeps me up at night."
"your health?"
"no you frog, us. the past us?? is there a past tense for us??"
"no? and really? like what things?"
"things like maybe if i didn't fuck up back then how would we be now or like why do you still keep talking to me even after all i did to you."
"well because i lo- care for you. a lot. you're a great friend and i never want to lose you."
"i never deserved you."
"hey, don't say that! it just wasn't the right time for us. maybe in the near future."
"maybe... it could just be that i'm selfish and i needed someone right next to me to love me. i'm all about that pda shit."
"distance always gets in the way."
"if i had just gone to visit you over christmas break this mess wouldn't have happened but noooo i let liam take me to that party."
"who's liam?"
"my best friend. he was the one who found me sleeping with the girl and he took me out of there so fast and put me in my place. that's when i decided to text you."
"he sounds like a good friend... i sorta lost my friend a while back."
"how?"
"because of what i told you last time. we got in a fight over you."
"oh yeah. i'm sorry about that."
"no don't apologize it's our fault."
"you should get him back."
"hm? who- niall?"
"yeah. it's horrible losing a best friend. try to work things out. hang out with him. i don't know just work things out i know he did what he did to look out for you. if it were me i'd do the same thing."
"i should. i do miss the guy."
"yay! we're all getting fixed, just like how we used to be."
"before things got messy."
"yeah almost as messy as my bedroom."
"damn that's one messy ass room you have."
"hey i'm a guy!"
"so?? i am too and my room is always clean"
"i just hate cleaning i'm too lazy and i get tired."
"speaking of, i would like to keep talking to you but i'm only keeping you up- the opposite of what i should be doing."
"oh yes young harold read me a book."
"okay this is my favorite book so don't say anything. tuck yourself in and just enjoy the sound of my voice."
"i'll enjoy it much more when you moan my name."
"what was that?"
"nothing!"
"okay... here we go. are you tucked in?"
"just read the damn book."
"okok... he'd stopped trying to bring her back. she only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu..."
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so i'm not discontinuing it!! bc all of you didn't want me to + i didn't want to delete this when i've came so far.