Okay give me six nicknames harry lovingly calls louis
Omg, aaaahhhh, okay
Lou, which he calls him that the most. In fact he probably calls him Lou 90 percent of the time. It’s the most comfortable, the most suited for them, the most warm feeling and settled. “Lou, can you pass me that pen?” “Lou, we need to go to the store,” etc. It’s domestic and cozy.
Babe, is for later’s. You know, like when they can’t say everything right at the time. “Babe I gotta go, they’re calling me into a meeting but I love you we’ll talk soon,” when they’re apart. Or, “babe, listen, we’ll talk about this when we get home
because your feelings are important to me and I want to do this the right way.” (Notice how they’re both about talking because #communication is my middle name)
Wanker, is used teasingly, probably. “Did you mess up that stalkers tattoo on purpose? lol wanker” Or, “LOUIS I WAS WATCHING THAT TURN THE CHANNEL BACK YOU WANKER.” :)
Dick is a bit different, because it’s spoken out of frustration. I mean, sometimes it’s used interchangeably with wanker, but sometimes when they’re tense and frustrated, or whatever, “I think you’re being a dick right now and I kind of want to be left alone,” slips out. Not good moments, those. But those fights don’t last long. They’re not even fights, really, and right as they’re on the precipice of making up, Harry mutters “I still think you’re a dick” except this time there’s no heat behind it, and Louis laughs a bit, and then they move on.
Husband, when they’re out with friends. Honestly, they probably use that one equal parts because they love it, and equal parts because they like everyone’s reaction to it. I mean, don’t get them wrong, they’re proud of their marriage but sometimes Harry can’t help a “You know, funny you should mention it. My husband told me…” and everyone’s like, OMG WE GET IT HARRY YOU’RE MARRIED YOU CAN CALL HIM LOUIS WE KNOW WHO HE IS. haha
and finally Baby, when Louis is kinda tired (”Come on, baby, you can’t sleep on the sofa you know what that hurts your neck”), or kinda drunk, (”Baby… no, you can’t do that… ok no… yeah you’ve had enough it’s time to go ”) or kinda sad (”I know, baby. I’ll be home soon, I promise), and kinda just needs some softness in his life. To be home with Harry (and their dog… and their cat… :)). And they’re all cuddled up on the sofa, or in their bed, just drinking tea, and talking, or dreaming about their futures when they need to be reminded that they still have one, or talking about nothing when everything becomes too exhausting. And Harry gives him lots and lots of kisses, and whispers “I love you,” against Louis’ lips and holds him tighter against his side. Or how, when Harry is away and can’t be there, they’ll talk on the phone as if he was until Louis falls asleep and Harry’ll watch him for a bit before he drifts off himself. Either way, “baby” is just for the two of them, in their own little world, always.