Parfait || l.s

15

Harry feels like Louis might be the other half of him, really. They've been having deep conversations - well, as deep as they could go with the French boy's lack of English - and Harry just loves the fact that they could talk all night long and not get bored of each other. And sometimes when they kiss, he swears he can feel his blood start to pump more and his head starting to feel a little dizzy because of the intimacy they share. Harry wishes they could be like this forever.

"What're you thinking about, love?" Louis asks as he rises back to the surface of the water, arms flailing beside him to try and keep himself afloat. You see, the blue eyed boy had the wonderful idea of going to the pool today, and now here they are, Louis swimming while Harry decided to get a tan from the scorching sun that kissed his milky skin. Harry lifts his head up a bit to get his crush in his sight again from where he was laying down on the beach chair, smiling slightly. 

"Rien (nothing)." he answers, lifting his sunglasses up and winking at Louis before letting them fall back down on his nose. The boy swimming just scoffs playfully and pushes himself underwater again, staying there for a while before he comes back up, slicking his hair back his hands. Harry licks his lips as Louis pushes himself up the edge of the pool to get out, his biceps flexing while he does so. The curly haired boy swears that he is a model. 

Louis stands up and grabs his towel that Harry offers him, drying his face and stomach, throwing it on his chair when he was done. He peeks at the boy who was pretending not to look at him, but the sunglasses aren't as tinted as he thinks. "You know," Louis starts off, making a noise as he bends down and sits on his beach chair, "Sometimes I forget that you're French." Okay, maybe it was a lie but he doesn't feel guilty because Harry giggles. 

"Merci, mon cheri (thank you, honey)." Louis chews on his lower lip slightly while he watches his boy sun bathe peacefully, his eyes closed and red lips parted. He leans forward and gently moves Harry's sunglasses from his eyes up to the top of his head, making sure that he won't get tan lines. Louis tries not to look down at his chest because it looked slick from the tanning oil he had put on himself when they first got to the pool. He also noticed all of the teenage girls staring at his precious baby with hungry eyes. 

He can't help but feel jealous all of a sudden, Harry was getting all of this attention from girls and boys, it seems like they don't know that Harry is his. So, he does something that he definitely does not regret because everyone who was staring finally looks away at the sight; which was Louis leaning down to kiss him fiercely. Harry's eyes open wide at that, thinking that it was some random person but he instantly relaxes when he sees the familiar long eyelashes that belong to Louis. 

Their lips move slowly against each other's, Louis hand slowly creeping up Harry's oily chest up to his right cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin in circles. They couldn't see, but there was a mom not too far away from them covering her child's eyes like they do in the movies, her face scrunched up in horror. Louis finally pulls back with an evident smirk on his face, looking around to see if anybody was staring at Harry anymore and surely, there wasn't. He pats himself on his back mentally. 

Louis lays back down on his chair, putting his hands behind his head and letting out a sigh as he completely lets himself feel the wonderful, beaming sun. "We are boyfriends, yes?" Harry asks innocently and immediately sits up when he hears the blue eyed boy choke on his own saliva. He didn't understand what was so wrong about the question, but he didn't say anything about it, just patted Louis on the back in hopes to calm his frequent coughing. 

Once Louis has calmed down, he runs a hand through his damp hair, making it stick up in all places. "Uh, I guess I never asked you if you wanted to be my boyfriend. I suppose it's because I was so scared of what you would say or what your reaction would be - even though I'm pretty sure it would've been positive since you've practically snogged my lips off. Unless you're not into the relationship kind of things -?" he stops, but not because Harry has jumped up and kissed him to shut him up, but because he realizes what a fool he sounds like. 

Harry looks at him with his mouth wide open, wondering how in world he could talk so fast in such a complicated language. He slowly blinks, not even trying to comprehend what the boy said, instead speaking up and asking, "So . . . yes?" 

Louis lets out a dry laugh, "Yeah, yeah I suppose." He lets out a large breath, instantly relaxing with the constant reminder that Harry is now officially his. "So, tell me, what do you look for in a guy?" It takes Harry a while before he can fully understand what he had asked, and as soon as he does, he leans over and laughs loudly while patting his thigh hard. Louis laughs slightly with a confused expression on his face, wondering what was so funny. "W-What?" 

"We are couple and first thing you ask is . . . this!" he exclaims, his arms moving around in the air as he motions to nothing. Louis tilts his head to the side as his way of showing that he gets what Harry is saying, letting out a pathetic laugh himself. Harry clears his throat, sitting up and turning to the side so he could face Louis who was still laying. "I can tell what guy I wants to marry . . . just a nice one in general." 

The blue eyed boy can't help but start to imagine what it would be like if he and Harry got married. Maybe he would have a certain theme in mind, but then Harry on the other sound would completely disagree and suggest him one that was just way too bright. He could imagine them bickering late at night about what to serve at the reception party, which would end up with them in the bed, their bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat while they struggled to catch their breaths. 

Louis smiles at the thought, shrugging his shoulders and taking his lower lip in his mouth. "Well, I gotta tell you, if I were to marry someone it would probably be you." 

Harry's smile falls as soon as Louis says that, all the blood from his face draining. He want to marry me? How? We only teenager in high school! he thinks to himself, eyebrows scrunched and cherry lips parted. Harry gets up from his seat, bending down so he could collect all of the things he brought to the pool, ignoring the look Louis gives him.  "I'm sorry, I have to go." he mutters as he rushes out of the pool area. 

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