Parfait || l.s

14

"Harry, no."

"Come on, Louis, please?" Harry sticks his lower lip out with his hands clasped in front of his chest, looking down at the fluffy haired boy with wide, doe eyes. Louis sighs outwardly, his fringe breezing at the amount of air aiming towards it. This boy would certainly be the death of him, of course. From his curly hair to his pouty lips to his lanky body that was lovely to look at. 

He looks down at his hands that were sitting on his lap and tries to hide the large smile that threatens it's way to his lips. "Yes, you can have the last pizza slice, love." Louis grins when Harry cheers with his fists pumping in the air. He knew he wasn't going to eat the last slice anyways because he was so full, but he just liked seeing Harry whine and plead for something - it made him look 100x cuter. 

Louis watches in admiration as Harry chews on his pizza slice happily, humming quietly while moving his head from side to side. When he first met this boy, he for sure didn't know he was going to fall for him. He thought maybe they would at least become friends or . . . best friends? Louis didn't know. But he for sure thought he was going to stay with Liam longer than they had. 

Like, he remembers the first day he met Liam, their friend Cammy - who doesn't live in the area anymore - had introduced them in the hallways. They looked into each others eyes and smiled instantly, the both of them already feeling some kind of chemistry just by staring intently at the other. Louis also remembers the first date Liam took him on, they had gone to a little diner and got a booth towards the back, and that was the first time they shared their little kiss. 

He doesn't miss him. 

No, he does not because, even if Liam did all these sweet little things to him, he still recalls whenever he would call the lad and hear some other girl pick up the phone, the blasting sound of music in the background evident. The slight sound of giggling on the other line and Liam's sluggish voice asking who it was still remains in Louis' mind to this day . . . and he thinks it's going to be engraved in brain until the day he dies, probably. 

Suddenly, he snaps out of his thoughts when he realizes that sweet little Harry was waving a large hand in his face to see if he was paying attention. "Oh, sorry, what?" he asks, biting off all of the dead skin on his lower lip. Harry's eyes follow his actions, licks his own lips at the sight. How could he be so caught up in thinking about his ex when there was an angel sitting right in front of him? 

"I ask if you want to do anything today." the younger boy inquires, eyebrows furrowing as he peers down at the strand of hair in his hand, examining the way it curved and curved, making endless curls. Louis wonders what he did to have such an amazing opportunity to meet such a beautiful and true soul. He quickly looks up at his ceiling and thanks the Lord for all that has happened to him involving Harry. 

Louis shakes his head with his bottom lip poked out slightly before pressing them together, "No, no, I don't really feel like going out. I just want to be with you." he explains and blushes slightly when the French boy leans his head against his shoulder. Louis felt his whole body heating up at the contact with Harry, but even if he felt hot he still had goosebumps all over himself. "I just want to be with you . . ." the fluffy haired boy breathes out. 

Harry watches as Louis closes his eyes and rests the back of his head on his sofa, quietly giggling as he watches the lad rest peacefully. Suddenly, he gets up off of his spot on the couch and stands in front of Louis - who still doesn't realize he is not next to him anymore - and bites his lower lip, thinking of something that he would love to do. 

The blue eyed boy jolts up when he feels weight on his lap, looking up to see Harry smiling devilishly at him. He's about to say something but gets cut off by his own choked moan that escapes his lips when he feels Harry swivel his hips down on his clothed cock. His hands make their way to the boy's hips, squeezing tightly with his thumbs gently rubbing circles on his love handles. Harry was toxic, absolutely toxic. 

The curly haired boy moved forward and connected his lips with Louis', moving his body back and fourth to chase after the pleasure Louis loved. They messily kissed made out with each other, Harry biting the other boy's lower lip to make him gasp - and when he does, he slips his tongue inside his mouth. The thing is, they don't even want to pull away, so they just end up breathing in and out of their noses heavily. 

Louis lets out a loud groan the same time Harry lets out a mix between moan and a whimper, their hips moving against each others'. The blue eyed boy's hands hesitantly slide down harry's body and when they reach his bum, he squeezes them, which causes the other lad to whine in his mouth and almost tumble off his lap. Sadly, Harry pulls back from the kiss and smiles mischievously, giving him one last peck before hoping off his lap completely. "What are you -?"

"Cuddles, want cuddles." he answers Louis and tucks himself in the boy's side. And Louis can't believe this. This . . . minx was such a tease and loved to make him suffer greatly. But, he doesn't complain because if his baby wants cuddles, then he'll get his cuddles. So, Louis just stays quiet and fixes his body posture on the couch, making sure he'll be able to look down at the beautiful angel that was leaning against him. 

The both of them were quiet for a while, the only evident sounds were of them breathing rather quickly because they were still trying to catch their breaths from making out so vigorously. Louis bites his lower lip as something pops in his mind, leaning back slightly so he could peer down at Harry. 

"Hey . . . were you ever that - that guy who . . . prayed to God about ending up with that one person that you just want to be with forever? Like, when you met the right person, later that day you pleaded and pleaded, just hoping that He would hear you and grant your wishes? I mean . . . do you have any idea who you want to spend the rest of your life with?" Louis rambles on and on, stopping himself when he realizes that Harry probably doesn't even understand what he was saying, but then he feels the boy nod and his heart stops at his response. 

"Yeah . . . you." 

NOTE: cries in larry