Parfait || l.s

10

It was the day after, all three boys were sitting at their table for lunch. Louis was picking at his food with his face scrunched up, trying to figure out if the meatloaf was real or not. "So, Louis . . . did you want to hang out this weekend? Like," Liam pauses, eyes flickering over towards Harry who had his chin resting in his palm with a bored look on his face. "Just the two of us." He didn't know why he had to ask that since, you know, they were the ones dating each other.

Louis looks up from his plate and presses his lips together. "Uh, I mean, I'm kind of booked for the whole weekend to teach Harry English so I don't really know." he explains awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. The green eyed boy smiles at the mention of his name, fixing the fedora on his head so it sits perfectly. Harry wonders if Louis was starting to get feelings for him. 

Liam was a taken back from Louis' answer, eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief. "You don't think you could at least cancel a day with him to hang out with your boyfriend?" his voice has a slight edge to it, and Louis seems to notice too. Liam's face was starting to turn a bright red from both embarrassment and anger, fists clenched and shaking. 

"Well. Liam you know how much Harry over here needs his learning to start being more social. I don't think he could do that if he only knows the simple things of our language. Don't you agree?" Louis cocks his head to the side with his eyebrows scrunched together. He turns his head for a moment when he hears Harry giggle, seeing the French boy play with his little curls so it covers his face. 

The brown eyed boy lets out a confused laugh, features filled with rejection. He waves a hand at Harry before spitting out the words, "But . . . Harry obviously doesn't need any more attention since you're already over here with your head up his ass." 

Louis gasps at that, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "What are you trying to say, Liam? You know, I don't even know why I got back together with you after so many times you did me wrong," he stops abruptly to take in a sharp breath, voice becoming calmer as he closes his eyes, "I'm sorry, Liam, but before you even break up with me . . . I'm breaking up with you." 

Those words slapped Liam right across the face. Harry is now looking between the two of them with fear in his eyes, wondering what in the hell they were talking about. The whole lunch room was silent, the only audible sounds were the loud whispers the students were making about them. "You can't fucking break up with me - you love me, Louis!" Liam yells, slamming his fists against the table and it makes a loud echoing sound throughout the cafeteria, scaring everybody.

"Look, you knew we wouldn't last, right? That's why you hooked up with so many other people, because you knew we were going to break up soon and there was no point in being faithful. Well guess what dickhead? I'm over it. I'm over you." he whispers the last part harshly, taking one last look at Liam before storming out of the lunch room. He couldn't believe what he had just done. 

Louis walked into the vacant bathroom and headed towards the sink, turning it on and splashing some cold water on his face to calm him down. His hands were holding the edges of the sink tightly, causing his knuckles to turn a bright white. He stood there for a while, water dripping down onto the floor and room being filled with the sounds of very heavy breathing. He didn't know why he wasn't crying. Louis thought their break-up would affect him more. 

The doors squeaking knocks him out of his thoughts, and he looks up to see Harry cautiously walking towards him with an unreadable look on his face. "Bonjour." Louis says softly to the boy, causing Harry to let out a breathy laugh. It's quiet for a moment, the green eyed boy standing beside Louis with his head faced down. The smaller boy took this time to overlook Harry, admiring his shy posture. 

Suddenly, Harry looks up, their bright eyes meeting each others and Louis' breath gets lost somewhere. His attention keeps flickering down to the plump lips in front of him, just wanting to lean forward and bite them until they get raw and red. Harry seems to notice what he wants too, so he decides to step up and do it himself before they stay in the bathroom for hours waiting for someone to. 

Their lips connect in an instant, and Louis' arms wrap around Harry's waist unconsciously to pull him even closer. Their chests are pressed together as the kiss gets more heated, Harry letting out little whimpers and pulling on the other boy's hair so he could get out grunts. Louis grips the curly haired boy's bum and lifts him up to press him against the wall, tongue licking into his mouth. 

Harry whines at that, throwing his head back against the wall to catch his breath - but Louis takes the time to suck little love bites on his milky skin. He pulls back after a while of sucking and biting, admiring the dark bruises he made. Harry looks across the room in the mirror and gasps when he sees the dark spots littering his neck. "Louis . . ." he whispers, catching the boys attention. 

"Yes, love?" Louis asks while gently putting Harry down, smiling so big that there are crinkles by his eyes. He has had already forgotten about the Liam incident that happened only a couple minutes ago. Harry sucks his lower lip in his mouth and walks around Louis and towards the large mirror the bathroom offers, flinching when he brushes the pad of his finger against the bruises. "Those are called love bites." 

Harry's breath gets caught in his throat and he turns around to face Louis, cheeks flushed a light pink as he curiously searches his face for any prominent emotions. He says something so quiet Louis has to ask him to repeat what he said. Harry sighs and says, "You love me?" Louis stumbles back when his mind processes his words, having the urge to laugh because Harry heard him wrong but instead he says - 

"Not yet." 

NOTE: gASP LOUIS IS WILD YALL

SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR FOREVER