Parfait || l.s

09

Liam wasn't lying about hanging out with them, to say the least. Now, the three boys were inside Louis' room, Harry awkwardly sitting next to the blue eyed boy on his bed while Liam kept shooting him glares from where he was seated across from them on a chair. The silence was thick in the room, all of them shifting once in a while. It was all so uncomfortable.

"So," Liam speaks up, clearing his throat meanwhile, "ready to learn some English, French Boy?" he raises an eyebrow at Harry, ignoring his boyfriend who rolls his eyes at him. The brown eyed and green eyed boys were staring each other down, almost as if they were challenging the other to stand up and fight. Almost as if they were competing for Louis.

Louis looks between the two and decides to speak up. "Yeah, Harold, ready to learn some more words?" Harry jumps at his voice, tearing his gaze off of Mr. Protective Pants and looking at the most beautiful boy in world next to him. He presses his lips together and nods, restraining himself from just leaning in a little more and kissing Louis then and there — but he can't. They're not alone.

"Okay, what should we teach him first? How to say 'where's the bathroom' or some shit like that?" Liam snorts, putting his hands up in defense when Louis gives him a look. "What? I'm serious. That's like, the most important line to teach other than greetings and . . . 'where's the food'." he tells Louis honestly, cracking up seconds later.

The blue eyed boy rolls his eyes for what seems to be like the hundredth time that night. "Don't you think I would've already taught him that?" he replies, putting his hand up before Liam could even reply. "Let's just get straight to the point, shall we? We don't want to leave little Harry hanging." he playfully pouts as he says that, ruffling Harry's curly hair with his hand.

The French boy somewhat purrs and melts into the touch, a small smile playing on his rosy lips. Liam is a taken back by Louis' closeness with Harry, anger bubbling at the pit of his stomach from seeing the both of them in each other's comfort. "Yeah, lets begin," Liam retorts loudly, causing both boys to wince. "Now, Harry, say how much wood would a wood chuck—"

"Liam," Louis cuts him off, eyebrows furrowing so much that they almost meet. He turns his body so he's facing Harry on his bed, looking into his forest green eyes for a split second before averting his own. "Say . . . how's the weather we're having." Liam grunts at that, causing Louis to frown and face him again. "What? What do you have to say now?"

"Who would even say 'how's the weather we're having'? Like, you don't just start talking to your friend then all of a sudden 'how's the weather we're having, mate? I don't really like the snow much' — it's just . . . not necessary." He says, leaning back in his chair and wincing when he hears his bones crack in the process. Harry is looking between the two confused. Not confused by what they were saying, but why they were getting angry all of a sudden.

Louis is about to open his mouth to make a snarky reply towards his boyfriend, but closes it abruptly when he hears the doorbell ringing throughout the house. "Whatever, I need to go see who's at the door. Liam, be nice to Harry while I'm gone." the smaller boy warns before fleeing the room quickly and leaving Liam and Harry alone.

As soon as the door shuts, Liam stands up from his chair and walks towards Harry, gripping the collar of his t-shirt to make him get up too. When Harry stumbles over his feet, the brown eyed boy pushes him against a nearby wall and and leans in so close that Harry could feel his breath fanning over his face. "Listen here, curly, stay away from my boyfriend or else I will hurt you."

"L-Louis is my friend!" Harry yells back, mentally cursing himself because he sounds so stupid. "Je t'ai déjà dit que Louis allait être mien, que tu le veuilles ou pas. Aurais-tu peur d'un peu de compétition? De perdre? Ou alors des duex (I already told you Louis will be mine, whether you like it or not. Are you afraid of a little competition? Afraid of losing? How about both)?"

Liam's mouth falls open in surprise, blinking multiple times. "Why would you think that Louis would ever go for someone like you? Look at you, so flimsy and lanky. You're practically just bones and skin, while I on the other hand actually have muscles." he knows Harry can't understand him, and that's what makes this whole thing funnier. Liam can literally call him out in front of anyone without him knowing.

He was going to continue, but he hears Louis' soft foot steps approaching the room. Liam panics and shoves Harry on the bed, quickly running towards his chair and acting as if nothing happened. When Louis enters the room, he's surprised that Liam and Harry are still alive. He was almost positive that they were going to scratch the other's eyes off. "Hi." Louis chirps softly, sitting back down on his bed.

"Who was at the door?" Liam inquires, cracking his knuckles. He's so stupid. Why didn't he offer to answer the door? It could've been a robber for Christ sake! Well . . . if he did offer Louis would have been all alone with Harry. And what kind of robber knocks on the door? Liam doesn't even know what runs through his mind anymore.

"Just some — uh, I don't even know. They said they had the wrong address and just left right away."

Harry clears his throat, running a hand through his hair and standing up. "Lou, me Mummy says I be home before dark and—" he stops, waving his hand towards the window that shows the night sky before it. "It's . . . dark." he explains, wanting to stay longer but at the same time just wanting to leave. He wanted to hang out with Louis, but not while they're with Liam.

"O-Oh yeah, of course. Did you want me to drive you home or something?" Louis smiles weakly, ignoring the loud scoff Liam makes. He feels his heart drop when Harry shakes his head no, telling him the he will be fine walking on his own. "That's alright. I have Liam to keep me company, don't I?" as soon as he says that, he feels Liam sit beside him and place a hand on his hip. He cringes for some reason.

Harry gives him a sad smile, walking towards him and bending down towards his ear. "Goodbye, mon amour." he whispers low and sweet before moving his head slightly and placing a small kiss on Louis' cheek. Before Liam can even react, Harry is already out the door.

And Louis is in shock because Harry just fucking kissed his cheek in front of his boyfriend.

NOTE: yoikes savage harry rise