Parfait || l.s

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It was Harry, standing there looking so beautiful. He had just changed into some sweats and a white t-shirt but Louis thinks that this is what angels look like. "Hi." he finally breathes out after admiring his beauty, reaching a hand up to smooth out his hair. They stand there just looking at each other, both of their cheeks turning a rosy color from the windy day in the U.K. "Uh, can I . . .?" Louis motions to the inside of the house and realization suddenly hits Harry.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sorry." he apologizes with even pinker cheeks as he opens the door wider to invite Louis inside. Once they're both inside the warm and cozy home, Harry closes the door behind him and stands stiffly, watching Louis with his hands clasped together in front of him. "So, you here because you been thinking why I been acting . . . weird lately, yeah?" Louis nods his head, "Well — sit down first." he motions to a couch and the blue eyed boy does so.

Before Harry could go on, Louis holds up a finger and suddenly moves his head forward so he connects his lips to Harry's. It takes them both by surprise, really, but they just move their lips against each other's in a slow and passionate way. Harry tasted like cherries and vanilla, which was now Louis' new favorite mixture. Everything was gentle and calm, Harry's hand resting on the back of Louis' neck while Louis' was set on his right cheek.

They pull back after what seems to be eternity, their lips slightly swollen and red. Harry clears his throats and smiles shyly at the floor, causing Louis' heart to pound faster because, fuck, this boy was beautiful. "So, remember when we talk and you say 'if I marry someone, it be you'?" he explains with his voice going achingly slow. Louis' eyebrows scrunch up at that and he nods his head, wondering what was so bad about it. "Well, I appreciate offer but I not ready."

When Louis realizes what Harry was saying, he laughs so hard that his face turns red, hand slapping at his thigh and falling back in the couch. He tried to stop laughing and explain to Harry that he wasn't asking to marry him, but he couldn't because it was the funniest thing in the world. But Harry was just sitting there looking at him in confusion, arms crossed and lips pouted.

Louis wipes away the tears from his eyes when he's calmed down, "I wasn't asking you to marry me, love, I was just saying that I would love to marry someone like you. Not right now, but in the future." Harry tilts his head to the side and his mouth opens, making a face that tells Louis he gets it. Harry starts to giggle, causing the blue eyed boy to chuckle, and soon they're both laughing hysterically to the point where they roll off the couch and onto the floor.

"Oh my god, I sorry." Harry finally says, breathless. Louis looks over at the boy who was laying next to him, the smile from his face slowly going down, and soon they're just staring at each other with straight faces but not straight intentions. Harry scoots closer towards him, his green eyes now focused on the thin lips that belong to Louis. Their faces inch closer and closer until they kiss — but this time, it was more heated than before.

Louis was gripping onto the back of Harry's thighs so the french boy would lay on top of him, moving his hands up to his lower back when he's settled. Harry is holding himself up with his two arms because he doesn't want to crush Louis, head tilting to the left so his tongue could slip in easily. Soon, Harry starts moving his hips which cause friction to both his and Louis' crotch, both of them moaning rather loudly into each other's mouths.

"Harry? I'm home."

The curly haired boy shoots straight up when he hears that, eyes wide as he scrambles to get off of Louis who was in shock. Harry slightly slaps him and tells him to get up, reaching a hand up to his hair so he could smooth out the curls that might of been tugged on. Right when Louis stands up, Anne makes an appearance in the living room, both hands filled with grocery bags and glasses perched on top of her head. "Oh! Hi, Louis." she greets with a smile.

Louis stuffs his hands in his pockets and clears his throat, "H-Hi, Anne," he pauses when he sees all of the things the woman has to carry, "here, let me help you with those." Before Anne can protest, Louis is already grabbing three bags from her, walking off into the kitchen where he supposes she'd put them. Anne just stays in the living room and gives Harry a look when she sees he has flushed cheeks, laughing to herself before following after Louis.

Louis smiles hesitantly when he sees Anne and Harry come into the kitchen, "So, how was work?" he strikes up a conversation with his boyfriends mom, rubbing his palms on his black jeans.

"Work was . . . pretty good, I guess," she smiles and takes out the things from her grocery bags, setting them on the steel counter, "Uh, how was it here? What did you and Harry do?" she inquires, a small smirk on her face. Louis sputters when he hears that, desperately trying to make up something that could be believable. He doesn't know why it takes him a long time though, he could of easily just said watching television or something. "I'm kidding, I don't need to know what you kids do." she flings her hand.

Harry groans and slaps a hand to his face, Louis chuckling and wrapping an arm around his waist which makes the boy blush. Louis takes out his phone from his back pocket and checks the time, "Oh . . . I should go. I don't want my mum to get all pissy with me." he mumbles in a sad tone, Harry pouting and shoving his face into the crook of his neck. "Sorry, doll, I'll see you tomorrow." Louis moves his head so he can kiss Harry's forehead, rubbing his shoulder twice before letting go and saying goodbye to them.

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Harry watches as Louis leaves the kitchen, the sound of the door opening and closing following a little after. He sighs and rests his chin in his hand, eyes focused on a wooden chair. His mind wanders off to the first day he and Louis met, remembering how irritated and annoyed the boy was. It just made him laugh. He remembers how he didn't know how to say 'bathroom' so he had to grab his crotch instead. The look on Louis' face was priceless.

He wasn't paying attention to Anne who was chopping up some tomatoes and onions on her cutting board while she frequently glanced up at Harry with a smile. She knew how hard it was for Harry to come out back home, so for her baby to finally find someone who cared about him as much as she does really warmed her heart. She cleared her throat which caught his attention. "You really like him, don't you?"

"You have no idea."

NOTE: sORRRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG BUT AHHHH