Parfait || l.s

17

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Cole had just gotten out of his finale class, relieved because even if it's the first day of school and there are many cute girls here, all he really wanted to do is get home and lay down so he could take a nap. He had already gotten various numbers from different gals, all he had to do was step foot in the classroom and he had earned another one. Cole wasn't cocky, really. But after this school he might be. He didn't know that British people loved American accents so much.

He was walking down the hallways until he noticed Harry. The boy was standing in front of his locker, taking out all of his books and putting them in his leather bag. Cole looks around with furrowed eyebrows, making his way towards Harry and stopping right next to him. "Hey," he starts with, watching as the curly haired boy looks up in shock, probably not expecting him to say hi, "why did you run away when you saw your boyfriend? He's worried about you."

He was hoping he would get a reply, a word in response maybe, but he gets nothing. Harry closes his locker and shuts his bag as if he never heard Cole say anything. The brown eyed boy is frustrated now, wondering why this boy kept running away from everything. Was he scared? "I don't know." Harry speaks up, keeping his head lowered, body moving side by side when people bump into him because they are eager to leave.

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Harry peeks at the boy in front of him, his heart crumbling because — of course Louis likes him, now. He was beautiful and had everything he didn't have. He probably had a better body than him, sporting a 6-pack instead of love handles that were evident when he wore tight jeans. Harry should've known he was going to lose Louis soon. Louis deserves someone better than him. Someone who actually spoke his language.

"I know we didn't really meet in a good way, but I really think you should talk to Louis," the unnamed boy purses his lips, tucking his hands in his jeans — God, he even looked better in skinny jeans than he did wearing them, "By the way, my names Cole, just moved here from America but that parts pretty obvious." Harry was paying too much attention to how good looking he was he hadn't even realized that he had a different accent than everyone else. Louis is probably in love with American accents.

"Harry." he mumbles back, fiddling with the strap of his bag that was hanging on his right shoulder. He had never been this self conscious before, it felt really terrible. Harry looks behind him to where everybody was making their way so they could exit the building, jabbing his thumb in the direction and looking back at Cole, "Should get home." The boy in front of him nods his head, hands out of pockets and on the straps of his backpack.

As Harry goes to turn around, he feels a hand on his shoulder. It was cold. "Please, just talk to Louis. I already care about him." The French boy hears him say, not bothering to turn back. He shrugs the hand off of his shoulder — somewhat rudely — and walks at a fast pace so he didn't have to talk to Cole anymore. It was worse knowing that the brown eyed boy already cared about his boyfriend, because that's usually how feelings first start to develop without you knowing.

He curses to himself as he starts making his way down the sidewalk, ignoring the laughs and voices of his fellow peers that were walking the same way because they lived nearby. He didn't want to lose Louis. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Tears start to brim at his eyes at the thought of multiple worst case scenarios. Louis could realize that he was ugly and Cole was hotter, he could fall in love with Cole — anything!

He makes it to his house after walking for about 10 minutes, greeting his mother grimly with a small smile set on his face. Harry doesn't notice how Anne studies him with a frown as he slumps in a chair that was set up by their island in the kitchen. "Harry, what is wrong?" he's taken aback, not noticing that it was pretty obvious he was despondent. He just shrugs his shoulders, tracing random patterns on the marble island and avoiding eye contact. "Tell me." she gently pokes his arm.

Harry sighs and sits up straight, grimacing when he hears his bones crack rather loudly. It's probably because he's been so stressed lately. "I think I lose Louis." is all he says, not wanting to explain. Even though his English wasn't the greatest, his mother still understood him, her face scrunching up in concern. Anne knows not to question him further, but she really wants to know what happened.

"Well, maybe you should go to talk to him after you're done eating." she suggests as she fixes the table, pouring some soup into a bowl and placing three breadsticks on two plates. Harry nods, pursing his lips before licking them because they seemed a bit chapped. Maybe he would talk to Louis, he just wanted to get everything set straight a settled. No more avoiding, even though he was pretty good at that.

After he was finished eating, he fixed is clothes in front of his full length mirror, getting ready to go see Louis so he wanted to make sure he didn't look like a bum. "Alright, mum, I'm leave!" Harry yells, stepping out of the house and walking to the sidewalk. He has time to figure out what he's going to say. I'm sorry, I thought you liked Cole instead of me? No, no. Why would he think that in the first place? They were in a relationship, for Christ sake.

Harry was getting lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize he had already passed Louis' house. He sighs and turns around, walking up the trail that lead to the house. He finally made it up the stairs, his trembling body standing in front of the giant door. God, what was he going to say again? Harry was freaking out, looking down and tapping his foot as he scratched his chin with furrowed eyebrows. No more thinking, he thought to himself before quickly looking up and ringing the doorbell two times.

Harry could hear his heartbeat loud and clear, thumping at a faster pace than usual. It only took a couple seconds before the door opened, revealing a happy looking Louis. Suddenly, Harry's mouth dried, gaping as if he was looking for air that wasn't there. "Oh . . . Harry, I didn't expect you to come here." Louis quietly says, not wanting to do anything to scare off his boyfriend.

The green eyed boy nods his head and gives a small chuckle, reaching a hand up to his hair so he could ruffle it in nervousness. Spit it out, he tells himself, probably looking like a big idiot right now because he's not saying anything. Right when he was going to, though, Cole comes into view from inside the house, "C'mon, Louis, the games about to start." Harrys heart stops. He couldn't believe it. The green eyed boy looks at Louis with hurt written all over his face before doing the second best thing he's good at;

Running away.

NOTE: i know the u.k ain't got no lockers for schools but im still going to write it