Parfait || l.s

06

Louis was laid down on Harrys' bed, throwing a ball up and down while thinking of things to teach the French boy. He had to start with the fairly easy things, because he didn't know how far along Harry was in his knowledge of English. Louis flips over on his stomach, eyes capturing the vivid green ones that were across the room, wide and innocent as they watch him.

"Okay, say I need to go to the bathroom." Louis speaks slowly, resting his chin on top of his palms. Harry scrunches up his eyebrows, lips trying to form the first couple of words. The blue eyed boy sat there for a couple moments, just observing how Harry struggled with all of this. He couldn't help but let out a laugh, covering his mouth quickly after.

"I ned —"

"Need," Louis emphasizes, getting up from his spot on the bed and walking over towards Harry who was seated in his desk chair. He kneels down, looking up at Harry and smiling slightly when he saw the boy was blushing. He was probably embarrassed that he couldn't say this correctly. "Not ned; need." Louis points to his mouth while pronouncing the word, not knowing that Harry was already staring at his lips before.

Harry only nods, gulping loudly and his adam apple bobs. Louis raises an eyebrow, causing Harry to get knocked out of his daze. It was just so hard for him. Not the English, but being in the same room as Louis and having to resist the urge to kiss him. "Need." Harry finally speaks up, perking up slightly when Louis cheers and pats his knee.

"There! Now say the whole thing."

It took them a couple minutes for Harry to say everything correctly, but when he did, Louis ruffled his hair and patted his cheek. They were now both laying on Harrys' bed, side by side but not exactly touching. The lanky boy was singing some random song in French, and Louis was prepped up on his side, admiring Harry and his amazing voice. It was so husky and smooth — it was perfect.

Suddenly, Harry stops, looking to his right where Louis was incredibly close to him. His eyes flicker down to Louis' thin pink lips, licking his own at the moment. He noticed how Louis looked unsure, wary even. The room was silent, the only sounds filling the space were their staggered breaths. The green eyed boy wills himself to look away, clearing his throat loudly and closing his eyes for a moment. He had to do this, he couldn't let Louis live with the fact that he cheated on Liam if he kissed him.

"Harry?" Louis mumbles, scooting closer to the boy who stiffens. "What's wrong?" His voice is gentle, low and soft. It seemed like everything about Louis was so beautiful. The blue eyed boy reaches out his hand, twirling pieces of Harrys' hair in his own fingers.

"Je ne peux même pas t'embrasser, sais-tu à quel point ça me fait mal? Savoir que tu es heureux avec quelqu'un d'autre et que tu ne peux pas être mien parce qu'il est très protecteur  (I can't even kiss you, do you know how much that pains me? Knowing that you are happy with someone else and that you can't be mine because he is majorly protective)." Harry cries out, yanking his body away from Louis.

Louis swallows thickly at how pained Harrys' voice sounds. He just wishes he knew what the French boy was talking about. "I — I don't know what you're talking about, Harry." Louis winces when Harry stands up abruptly, starting to pace around the room with his face contorted into a frusterated expression.

"J'ai juste besoin de t'embrasser une fois, une seule fois et je n'insisterai plus — je le jure (I just need to kiss you once, just once and I'll back off — I swear)." Harry mumbles to himself, reaching up and tugging at his curls. His mind was racing with different ways to keep himself from pressing his lips against Louis', but his heart was showing him different ways how to kiss Louis. "Juste une fois (Just once)."

Louis stands up shakily, grasping Harrys' hands in his own. Harry peers down at him with furrowed eyebrows, face softening when he sees Louis' scared expression. He had to do it or he was going to explode any second.

He frantically presses his lips against Louis', eyes fluttering shut. Harry seems to be the only one kissing, so he grunts and bites the smaller boys' lower lip, causing Louis to gasp. Harry slips his tongue inside of Louis' mouth, moaning lowly at the sweet taste. He's about to pull away — feeling defeated by the fact that Louis won't kiss back — until Louis starts moving his own lips. Harry knew how wrong this was, but he couldn't resist. He just needed a taste of Louis' lips before he stopped contacting him.

The green eyed boy gently pushes Louis down on his own bed, hovering over him and making sure not to press all of his body weight on the smaller body underneath him. They part multiple times to catch their breaths, minds shut off about the consequences this could bring them. The kiss was filled with so much passion Louis had ever felt, it was unbelievable.

Harry is the first one to pull back, knowing if they continued they would do something Louis would regret. He doesn't want to open his eyes, he doesn't want to see the bitterness in the blue eyes he always longs to see. "Harry." Louis sighs, one hand cupping Harrys' cheek while the other strokes his arm. "Look at me."

The lanky boy opens his eyes, surprised that he doesn't see regret in Louis' eyes — no, there was some sort of twinkle in them. "I sorry." Harry bites his lower lip, doe eyes examining his crushs' face. Louis chuckles at that, wondering how adorable this boy could get.

"What are you sorry for, love?" All of a sudden, it hits Louis like a ton of bricks, face paling. He just cheated on Liam. Louis was a cheater and he wasn't much better than his own boyfriend. "O—Oh my god." He couldn't believe it; he told himself he'd never cheat — that he'd never hurt someone like this. "What have I done?"

Harry scrambles to get off of Louis, sheepishly sitting down next to the boy who was in shock over what he had just done. "I think . . . you leave." Harry shuts his eyes, lips still tingly from the kiss he shared with Louis. "Wrong. Leave." He tries to explain, letting out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding in when Louis stood up from the bed.

"Harry, I—"

"Leave." The green eyed boy repeats, so angry that he let himself be fallen into the trap of his hormones.  Louis stands next to the door for a while, wondering why this wasn't affecting him as much as Harry. When Harry sees that Louis is still in his room, he cries out, yanking at his curls once again. "Leave! I said I sorry!"

That was all it took for Louis to walk out the bedroom door with his heart aching.

NOTE: harry had to reject louis before louis rejected him :(