Parfait || l.s

05

Harry was frantically running around the house and trying to get everything as tidy as possible. You see, Louis told him that he would come over and help him with his English and whatnot in an hour, so Harry had to make the house cleaner than his dental hygiene — and he made sure to brush his teeth four times a day. He had already made sure to tell his mother about Louis' visit and to say she was okay with it was an understatement — she was thrilled.

Harry wanted everything to look perfect for when Louis gets here, because he didn't want his crush to think he was a slob. So he dusted, swept, vacuumed, and mopped, making sure to get every speck of dirt until everything was shiny clean that you could even eat of the floor without a plate. "Maman! As-tu bientôt terminé avec le salon (Mom! Are you almost done with the living room)?" He yells after he's done with his part of cleaning, wiping his hands off with a rag.

"Oui mon coeur (Yes, honey)." She calls back, appearing by Harrys' side in an instant. She had a mop in her hands, the dirty water dripping into the bucket below her to be thrown away after she's done. "Quand est-ce que ce garçon revenir (What time is this boy of yours going to come, again)?" She asks, and as if on cue, they hear footsteps stomp on their porch and the doorbell ringing throughout the house seconds later.

Harry squeaks and jumps into surprise, taking out his pocket-mirror and checks to see if his hair is messed up under his white fedora. "Louis est ici! Oh moon dieu, est-ce que je devrais ouvrir la porte (Louis is here! Oh my god, should I open the door)?" He breathes heavily, hand on his hip as he tries to compose himself. Harry was just happy that they managed to clean the whole house before Louis came over.

"Non, juste laisse-le dehors puisque c'est pour ca qu'il est venu (No, you just leave him outside because that's what he came here for)." She replies sarcastically before pushing her son forward a bit. "Tu as l'air spledide, Harry. Ne t'inquiéte pas (You look handsome, Harry. Don't worry)." Anne licks her pinky and thumb, fixing Harrys' eyebrows only for her hand to be slapped away.

Harry takes a deep breath before walking over to the door and slowly opening it, revealing a beautiful Louis whos body was rested against the railing next to him. "Hello, Harry (Bonjour, Harry)!" Louis exclaims and stands up straight, sliding his hands into his back pockets, rocking back and fourth on the balls of his feet with a smile on his face.

"Hi, Louis. Come . . . in?" Harry says, voice in a questioned tone because he really didn't know if he said that right. But he can tell by the way that Louis steps into his house that he has said it right, and he mentally congratulates himself. "My mummy." Harry points to his mother who was sitting down on one of the couches in the living room, giving herself a rest from the chores she had done.

Anne gets up from her spot and walks over to Louis with a grin on her face. "Hello, I'm Ms. Cox, but you can call me Anne. Harry is told me so much about you, it's finally nice to finally meet the boy he talks about constantly." She tells him and smiles brightly when Louis starts to blush, the pink on his cheeks blending in nicely with his evenly toned skin.

"All good things, I hope." Louis laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. Harry is to the side, frown on his face because he's trying to understand what they are saying but he just can't. That's what frustrates him the most about himself - he can't speak proper English when he's in America. "I didn't know you could speak English, if I'm honest." Louis confesses, watching Anne burst into laughter.

"How do you think I got him into your school? Not talking French for sure. I had to take English classes for a couple years before we moved here." Anne tells him, nodding her head at Harry before continuing. "It's really nice of you to teach Harry about your language - it means a lot to me, Louis." She grins warmly at the blue eyed boy, and Louis smiles back.

"It's really no problem, Anne. Harry is such a great friend to have around."

Anne winces at the word friend. Poor Harry had a crush on Louis who only saw him as a friend. I mean, Anne can't really force Louis to like her son, but it just saddens her because she once used to have a guy friend who she was in love with, and he only see her as a friend.

"Well, Harry will show you to his room." She looks at Harry who was looking down at the floor and biting his lip in boredom. "Harry, honey." Anne softly mutters and Harry looks up with wide green eyes, making him look so innocent. "Allez dans ta chambre avec Louis - et promets-moi que vous n'allez rein faire de sexuel (Show Louis to your room - and promise me you won't do anything sexual)." She pleads, causing Harry to gasp loudly and blood make it's way to his cheeks.

"Oh mon dieu, arréte ça maman (Oh my god, stop it mum)!" He exclaims embarrassingly before turning to Louis who had an amused look on his face by just watching Harry get so flustered. "Come, I show my room." Harry mumbles quietly, looking down at the floor so Louis wouldn't see the blush that spread across his cheeks.

Harry walks up the stairs and Louis follows after, looking around the fairly large house as they walk down hallways. "It's a nice house you've got here, Harry." Louis compliments and Harry smiles, one of his dimples popping out and it was so deeply indented that it looked like a mini crater. "Better than the dump I live in."

"My bed." Harry suddenly says as he opens a door to what Louis assumes what his room, walls painted a nice creme color. Louis hesitantly steps in the room, striding and sitting down on the edge of Harrys' bed. He watches how Harry faintly locks the door, but he doesn't really think much of it. Maybe he just wanted privacy and his mum was a little too nosy.

"All right, let's get started, shall we?"

NOTE: yallllll next chapter is gonna be as lit as me