Parfait || l.s

04

It was lunch time and Louis had invited Harry to go and eat with them at their own table. Of course, Harry accepted the request, not just because Louis was going to be there but because he wanted to piss Liam off even more. He wanted Louis to be his, but the only way that would even happen is if Louis and Liam broke up. Now, Harry is not going to be mean and set something up so it could look like Liam was the bad guy—instead he was going to flirt with Louis as much as he could, because he knew it affected him.

"The food here is disgusting . . . but I'm hungry so don't judge me." Louis rose his eyebrows at Liam, warning him not to because he always did. Liam only nodded, not really paying attention to Louis but rather to the flirty boy next to him. Harry was watching Louis with such adoration in his eyes that made Liams chest hurt. He could see how much Harry liked his boyfriend and he couldn't let that happen.

"Hey, Louis. Don't you think curly over here likes you?" Liam suddenly asks, not worrying about whispering it to Louis because he knows Harry won't be able to understand him. Louis stops eating his (fake) burger, looking up at Liam with a questioning look on his face. He was very oblivious. He didn't know Liam liked him until he told him after they kissed the fifth time.

"Harry? No. I think he appreciates me being his first friend here at his new school." Louis turns from Liam to Harry, who was poking at his food like it was some science experiment. "What would have Harold done if he never met me? Poor kid." He runs his hand through Harrys wavy hair, causing the green eyed boy to giggle and lean into the gentle touch he was receiving.

"I still think it's kind of weird how he's acting all . . . lovey dovey with you, Lou. You're my boyfriend, yeah? Not . . . his." Liam nods his head towards Harry who is smiling up at Louis, biting his lower lip slightly as he observes how Louis talks. "I don't know—I'm just scared that you'll leave me for him, I'm sorry." His shoulders slump, big brown eyes sadly looking down at his untouched food.

"Liam, you know I care about you too much to leave you for a beautiful French boy—" Louis stops himself when he realizes what he has said, eyes wide as he watches Liams face contort into slight anger. "I didn't mean it like that, Liam. I was trying to say that—that I love you, okay? And it's not going to hurt anyone if I befriend a . . . a good looking person. And it also won't hurt anyone if I actually find them attractive."

"You find Harry attractive?" Harry perks up at his name being mentioned, but suddenly narrows his eyes at Liam once he figures out that Louis wasn't the one who said it. Louis gulps and nods, he can't lie to his boyfriend. Being in a relationship is about trust, and Louis has to tell the truth in order for Liam to trust him—even if it hurts him. "Wow, Louis, thanks a lot. You know, I thought I knew you better."

"You know what? I don't even know why you're getting mad over this—this stupid thing!" Louis waves his hands in the air like a maniac. "Yeah, I find Harry good looking, so what? Remember that time we were at the beach and you were checking some guys out? Yeah, and I forgave you. And remember that time where you confessed that you accidentally snogged someone at the bar? Guess what? I forgave you. Now why does this happen when I find someone attractive, huh?" Liams mouth is wide open, trying to respond but he can't think of what to say. "I think I'm done trying to explain here. Harry, come with me. Liam, text me when you've got your shit sorted together." Louis gets up and grabs Harry by the forearm, dragging him away and into the halls.

Harry stumbles over his feet trying to catch up with Louis, yelping every once and a while when Louis grips him too tight. "Louis?" Harry asks when they stop, watching the blue eyed boy slide down from the wall to the floor, hands covering his precious face. "What is . . . What is bad?" He tries to ask, and Louis chuckles.

Louis looks up with tears in his eyes, making them look glossier and shinier than before. Harry gasps crouching down next to him and placing his hands on his cheeks. "It's fine, Harry. I'm fine." He tries to push away the French boy, but he only latches onto him, hugging the life out of Louis. He shakily puts his arms around Harrys' slender body, closing his eyes.

"No sad, okay? Me do not like when you is sad."

Louis breathily laughs, pulling back from the hug and nodding with a slight smile on his face. "Right, don't be sad, got it." Harry sits beside Louis down on the floor, stretching his legs out and making a tired sound. "Liam is being a jerk today. All because he thinks you like me," he pauses, laughing at Harrys' confused face. "I don't get why he thinks that, we're just good friends, right?"

Harry nods, even though he doesn't understand what Louis is saying. He wishes he could tell Louis how much he likes him. How much he wants Louis to be his—but he can't. He would have to learn the words in English before he can even try to explain to him. The only person he knows who knows French is Liam. And if he asked Liam to translate it for him, he knew that wouldn't end well.

"I—I learn English from Mum." Harry suddenly speaks up, glancing at Louis who was already staring at him. The blue eye boy nods, resting the back of his head on the wall behind them.

"That's nice, Harry. Maybe you should come over some time so I can teach you English." Louis breathes out, not liking the way the halls were so silent. He peeks over at Harry who is looking at the ground with furrowed eyes. "Me teach you English." He says in a much more simpler way.

Harrys face lights up like a kid who just got their favorite toy for Christmas, getting on his knees and facing Louis. "Yes! Thank, Louis!" He squeals, pulling Louis in for another hug, burying his face in Louis' neck. There was this feeling at the pit of Louis' stomach whenever they touched, he want sure what it was . . . but he was going to find out.

NOTE: phew what a roller coaster, am i right? harry's so cute :))))