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Harry - LA - 1am
The phone rings as he is stepping into his house. He picks it up only to see it’s Louis - it’s 4am in New York, and he’d obviously been out partying.
‘Lou baby, how did it go? How was the show?’ He asks, dropping his keys onto the table in the entry.
‘Hazzz’ he hears a slur through the phone and he frowns.
‘Lou, y’alright baby?’, heading upstairs he walks to his dressing room and starts taking off his rings from tonight’s show. He’s happy his bird ring is back - but right now he craves the simple solidity of his wedding ring.
‘Mmmm hazzzz’ Louis’ voice comes through the phone, and Harry stills, listening to the voice and registering the beeps in the background.
‘Lou, where are you darling?’ He asks, a prickle of unease sliding down his spine.
‘Baby will you marry me?’ Louis plaintively asks. Harry looks at the phone to make sure it’s definitely his Louis calling.
‘Darling, ‘m already married’ he offers, not quite sure what is going on here. There is a beat of silence, and Louis’ voice comes through.
‘I’ve fucked it up haven’t I?’ He start to cry and Harry can hear more rustling in the background as the beeps become more pronounced. He hears Oli’s familiar voice asking what’s going on and he hears Louis wail that Harry is married and he’ll never get to marry the boy of his dreams. Oli wrestles the phone from Louis and there’s a short lull while muffled voices talk before Oli comes on
‘Harry I’m so bloody sorry, I thought he was asleep otherwise I’d have stayed’. He sounds exhausted. ‘There was a bit of a thing last night after the gig, and we’ve just got to the hospital and it turns out Lou’s broken his arm’. Harry stares at his phone in shock.
‘What, again?’
‘Yeah but it’s a bit worse’
‘Shit’ Harry curses. ‘I’ll be on the next flight out’
‘Mate, he’s off his tits right now but you know he’d be the first to say you can’t cancel any more of the LA nights. I promise I’ll keep you posted’
Harry slumps onto the bed. He knows Oli has a point.
‘Yeah… I guess. Put him on for me again? Cheers mate’
A few seconds later Louis is back on the phone.
‘Myhazzabear’ his words come through and Harry switches to video call.
‘Baby darling what did you do?’ He croons to Louis’ pale and tired face.
‘Hazza I loooove you. I want to marry you but you said you’re already married’
‘Yes - to you my love’ Harry starts to giggle. He’s infinitely devastated that he can’t fly to his husband’s side but morphine-addled Louis is amusing to say the least.
‘But that means I can’t marry you again’ wails Louis and Harry’s heart melts. ‘My Louis, love of my life, I would love to marry you again’ he smiles down at Louis who… seems to have passed out. Harry leaves him on video call, and changes quickly, sliding under the covers before picking the phone up again.
‘God, I love you so much’ he murmurs, just listening to Louis breathe. He hurts thinking about Louis being so far away and in pain, and feels a lump in his throat that he can’t just go to him, and mind him. He falls asleep to the beeps in Louis’ hospital room.
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Harry - LA - 11am
Harry is leaving the gym when his phone rings again. He had woken that morning to a dead phone and a stress headache, and when he finally hydrated and charged his phone, a detailed email from Oli with a full update. It’s Louis calling, and Harry sniggers, remembering how upset Louis had been when he realised they couldn’t get married again.
‘Hey baby’ he replies ‘how’s the arm?’
Louis curses ‘oh fook I did call you didn’t I? No don’t answer, Oli’s glaring at me and I swear I thought it was a dream that I cried because you wouldn’t marry me but here we are and you’re laughing at me again aren’t you? Fooks sake H, you know morphine does funny things to me’ and Harry can’t help teasing him. ‘Mhm, boy of your dreams am I?’ He asks, before giggling as he climbs into his car and attaching his phone to the holder. ‘What was it you sobbed to me last night? I fucked it up and you’re married I think you said, and when I said I was married to you, you cried even harder and said you couldn’t marry me again’. Harry is full on chortling in delight as a very scarlet Louis drops his head back onto the pillow. He’s muttering under his breath.
‘Next time Oli, just take the fookin phone with you when you leave’ he says and Harry hears Oli laugh in the background.
‘I’ve gotta run, trying to avoid people here’ Harry says. ‘Love you baby, will call you later’
‘Yeah alright Haz. Think I’ll be allowed out tomorrow so it’ll be easier then’. Harry sighs, thinking of the New York apartment they share, wishing he could be there to cozy up and look after his husband.
He sniggers again before saying to Lou one last time ‘ask me to marry you again’ and hangs up to Louis’ mortified howl.
Laughing to himself, he pulls out of his spot, before noticing the paps across the street. His face falls momentarily before he realises that twitter will be awash with speculation about just who he was talking to, and he knew his favourite fan base would figure it out quickly enough.