”Lou? Babe, what do you want to drink?”
Louis stopped his conversation mid-sentence and looked over at Harry. “What?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “What do you want to drink?”
“Oh.” Louis shrugged. “Whatever is fine.”
“Lou, they have everything. Just pick something.”
“Lemonade?” Harry nodded and turned to walk towards the bar when Louis called him back. ”Can I get a cranberry juice instead?”
Harry snorted. “Sure, love.”
“Oh, wait!” Harry turned around again. “Maybe an orange juice?”
“Seriously Lou?” Harry laughed. “Which one do you want?”
“I don’t know! I can’t make up my mind! Just get me whatever.”
Harry sighed and walked towards the bar, returning a few minutes later with a hand full of drinks.
“Lou, here you go…” he said, handing Louis one of the three cups.
“Babe,” Louis said slowly. “Are these all for me?”
Harry shrugged. “Well you couldn’t make up your mind so I just got all of them.”
”Aww Hazza,” Louis laughed, wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist. “You always take such good care of me.”