Parfait || l.s

11

It was very awkward at school for Louis and Liam, now. They would always see each other in the hallways but they just ended up lifting their heads up and pretending they didn't see the other. Liam has already been flirting with a kid named Zayn. The blue eyed boy sees him around, too, Liam sometimes being with him unsurprisingly and the two of them were always so giddy around one another.

The petite boy was now hanging out with Harry a majority of the time, developing a deeper friendship than Louis ever thought would happen. Though they're taking things slow right now, the cheeky, curly haired lad always seems to fluster him with his cheesy pick up lines that make him fall for him even more. Okay, maybe they weren't taking things slow, slow —sometimes getting into heated make out sessions in dark areas — but they didn't think much of it. Well, Louis didn't.

Harry was practically in love with him already, always being so comfortable around him and not caring if he made a fool of himself. One time he tripped over his own lanky legs and landed on the soft carpet of Louis' room, but the blue eyed boy just laughed lightly and helped him back up, laying him gently across his bed — which of course ended up with them rubbing against each other while whispering sweet nothing's in the other's ears.

"Want me to walk you to your class today?" Louis asks the French boy who was getting his books and notebooks out of his locker, his clumsy self dropping his granola bar (which was his breakfast because he was never really hungry when he wakes up). Harry bends down and picks up the snack, giving Louis a full view of his ass unintentionally.

When Harry stands straightly again and turns around to face Louis, he sees that the boy's eyes are darker than he's ever seen them. He cocks his head to the side with a confused look crossed on his face, eyebrows scrunched up and lips pouted, and Louis thinks he looks adorable. "Only if you not late to class again." Harry answers his question, shutting his locker and clutching his books close to his chest.

Louis clears his throat and his face scrunches up, trying to act all cool in front of the boy. "I could give less than a shit about my classes. Seriously, they teach us things we won't even need to know when we're older." He explains with a cocky look on his face as they walk down the hallway, the ends of his lips twitching when he hears the lovely sound of Harry giggling. The French boy never fails to make him fond.

Harry walks a little faster and stops in front of Louis, causing the smaller lad to abruptly pause the movement of his feet. The green eyed boy leans forward and reaches for the collar of Louis' shirt with his large hand, tugging at it all while smoothing it out. "Don't think Uni works that way." he whispers softly in his ear, hot breath puffing out and landing on Louis' cold skin, causing him to get goosebumps. Harry pulls back with a small smirk etched on his lips.

Louis' long eyelashes flutter and he looks up at Harry in amazement, wondering how the boy was even real. The taller lad beckons him to continue walking with him, chewing the mint gum that he popped in his mouth a couple minutes ago slowly. The rest of their walking to Harry's class was silent, the only sounds filling the air was the students talking around them.

Once they both reach Harry's first class, Louis gets rewarded with a kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush furiously. "Merci, Lou . . . gotta get to class." the curly haired boy chirps happily and opens the door to the classroom, skipping inside. Louis stands there for a while, dazed off with his fingers on the spot where Harry kissed him. The bell rings, knocking him out of his thoughts, he curses under his breath because he's late. Well . . . Harry warned him.

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"You sure I won't be a bother to your mother? I've been coming over very frequently, recently." Louis asks once again as Harry drags him inside his house, lip pulled between his teeth. He gets no response, only rolled eyes which he cannot see since Harry is still leading him towards the kitchen — probably where his mum is cooking.

He's correct. He immediately spots Anne when they enter the kitchen, watching as she quickly dices up some fresh tomatoes, throwing them in the salad bowl she was preparing. As she's wiping her hands on her apron, Harry clears his throat which causes her to look up at the two of them, a smile making its way to her face. "Hi, boys! I'm just making dinner — which, Louis, I hope you will be staying for." Anne gives him a pointed look.

Louis lets out a laugh, lifting his hands up in surrender, "Oh dear, of course I will stay for your delicious meal . . . you know I will die without it!" he cries out dramatically and Anne playfully rolls her eyes, flicking a small piece of lettuce in his face. Louis puts a hand to his chest with his mouth wide open, "I'm hurt."

"C'mon, Louis, lets go up to my room." Harry doesn't even let Louis process his words before he's pulling him up the stairs and into his room. The blue eyed boy sighs and sits down on Harry's bed, sinking into the comfortable feeling. It's silent for a moment, Louis' eyes are closed so he decides to open them up and see what Harry is doing that's so quiet. He gasps at the sight he's met with.

The French boy had got his head thrown back while his hand is shoved down the front of his trousers, his mouth open and now he's letting out little uh's. Louis can feel his jeans tightening up almost immediately, licking his lips and eyes turning a darker shade of blue. He sits up and gets off the bed, walking slowly towards Harry who's still lost in his own little world. Louis crouches down to where the boy is sitting and leans forward, licking a stripe up his exposed neck.

Harry's eyes fly open, hand still moving under his trousers but now with the speed picking up. Louis says nothing, gently pushing Harry on the floor so he can crawl on top of him. They don't say a word, scared that if they do they will ruin the whole moment. Louis hesitates before coaxing Harry's hand out of his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down the lads long legs.

Harry then slid off his own shirt, shivering when the cold air hits his bare skin. Louis settles on top of him again, taking of his shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room. He slowly leans down and connects his lip with Harry's plump ones, groaning when the taller lad grips the back of his neck tightly and makes their kiss even deeper. Louis' tongue swipes in Harry's mouth dirtily, turning his head to the right side slightly.

They are now slowly grinding against each other, holding tightly on one another as if they were going to disappear. Louis' hands slide down Harry's body, gripping his lovely pudgy hips and they both smile into the kiss. Harry bites down onto the blue eyed boy's lower lip, letting out little moans and whines at the sensation of both of their bodies sliding together.

They don't get each other off that night, only cuddle as if they were in a relationship.

NOTE: wrote this chapter while listening to lana's new album :')