Parfait || l.s

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Louis watched Harry as the boy laid down on the blanket that was gently placed in his back yard, green eyes opening and peeking inside the basket of food. "I wasn't sure what you liked so I just made us some turkey sandwiches. I hope that's okay . . ." Louis tells Harry, his fingers behind his back as he crossed them. The last thing he wanted to do is make the French boy eat something he didn't like. He lets out a breath of relief when Harry nods with a giant smile on his face.

"I hungry, wants to eat?" Harry suggests while opening the basket and oohing at all of the food inside. Louis first takes out the sandwich halves that were placed on top of everything, wanting to make sure they wouldn't get squished or summat. He passes one to Harry and they both unwrap it, Louis waiting for the other boy to take the first bite so he could see his reaction. Harry brings it towards his cherry lips and he takes a somewhat large bite, eyes widening when he chews and suddenly taking another bite without finishing his last piece.

Louis takes a small bite out of his own, gingerly watching Harry as he finishes his sandwich half in just three bites. He doesn't want Harry to wait up on him if he was still hungry, so he just takes out some little juice boxes and places it next to them, leaning over again to take out a container filled with strawberries and a smaller container filled with melted chocolate. Harry's eyes light up at that, taking off the lid for the strawberries and the chocolate, taking the fruit out and dipping it into the sweetener.

The blue eyed boy thought that Harry was going to eat it, but instead when he blinks, the strawberry is in front of his mouth as Harry beckons him to eat it. He hesitantly opens his mouth and immediately tastes the sourness and the chocolate on his tongue, moaning at the taste. Louis doesn't see it but Harry's pupils dilate at the dirty sound his made. "You have . . . chocolate on lips." Before Louis could even lick it off, Harry lunges at him and kisses him viciously, causing him to let out a manly squeak and fall onto his back.

Harry pulls back with a blush spread across his cheeks, biting his lip as he crawls off Louis' lap. "Sorry." He offers, but Louis knows he isn't sorry. "At least I got chocolate off lip." And Louis laughs, digging his elbows in the ground and leaning up to look at Harry. They looked at each other for a while. Examined the other face with a look of fond on their own. Louis wonders how lucky he got to meet such a beautiful and wonderful boy — for all he knows, he could've gone with Liam or something. Louis shudders at the thought.

Harry keeps feeding Louis strawberries one by one until the lad is full, loving the way the fruit juice tints his lips a bright red. After a while, they decide to lay down on the blanket and just watch the sky, Harry occasionally pointing out clouds that are in the shape of an animal. Louis can feel his fondness for Harry growing so immensely that it scared him a bit. Was it normal to be out of a relationship and fall for someone so fast? What if he never loved Liam? What if he just stayed with him because he didn't want to feel lonely like he always was in high school? What if —

"What you thinking 'bout?" Harry suddenly speaks up when he sees Louis' faces scrunched up in what seems to be confusion. The blue eyed boy gets knocked out of his thoughts and looks to his right to see Harry already staring back at him, eyes squinting slightly because of the sun and lips parted. He didn't reply, though, just leaned forward slowly and attached his lips to Harry's. The French boy didn't complain, only climbed timidly onto Louis' lap and forced him to sit up so he could grip the back of his neck as they got more into it.

Their mouths tasted like strawberries, so sweet and sour. Harry rubbed Louis' cheek with his large thumb as they made out, loving the way Louis would grip his thighs whenever he did something right with his mouth. The kiss stated to get a bit more heated, Louis kissing Harry like there's no tomorrow. He licked, bit, and sucked on his bottom lip, causing the taller boy to whine but he just swallowed his noises. The whole image was obscene and Louis really hoped nobody was inside the house right now and just happened to look at the backyard to find the boys viciously making out.

"Harry." he breathes out as he leans back to talk, but Harry chases after his mouth and plants tiny little kisses on his lips. "Harry, we can't do this outside, someone will see us." You could barely understand what he was saying with the other boy giving him no chance. He pulls away after a while and gives Harry a look, resting his hands on the small of the green eyed boys back. Louis helps him climb off his lap and he sits there in a daze, lips red and raw, pupils dilated and cheeks tinted a light pink.

"I is happy you asked I on date."

Louis' heart melts at that, just wanted to reach out and pinch his cheeks as if he were a baby. Instead, his smiles and leans forward to place a small kiss on his cheek. "No problem, baby." He retorts, having to bite his lower lip to calm himself down when the boy rests his head on his shoulder, tiny breaths puffing out. He wonders what would've happened if his dean chose someone else to show Harry around the school. Would they still find their way back to each other?

"When I saw you first time, I thought you was the most prettiest boy I ever saw! You have most beautiful eyes and I want to looks them forever." Harry says as if he knew what Louis was thinking about. The older boy had trouble understanding what Harry said, but he still figured it out. He supposes he still needs some help on English, and now he can teach him without Liam having to be on his dick all the time. "I wanted to put fedora on you." Louis looks at him with his eyebrows furrowed, tilting his head slightly.

"You wanted to put your fedora on me?" he asks in wonder and waits for a reply. Harry was so silent Louis thought he had fallen asleep, but soon is corrected when the boy nods his head, which was still resting on his shoulder. "Well, bring it to school one day and I'll wear it, if you'd like. I don't really think I'd look really good in it, if I'm honest, but anything you'd like, I'll give it to you." And yeah, Louis does think he'd meet Harry eventually even if he wasn't the guy showing him around because . . .

Harry is his home.

NOTE: i'll get into the habit of writing when i get my wifi back because right now my brothers are living somewhere else with the wifi and im stuck here without any :/