"Word aujourd'hui, 'arry?" The boy with the sweet honeydew eyes chimed, French accent thick with innocent curiosity. "Alexithymia." "C'est bizarre," Louis mused. "Ça veut dire? Uh- It means?" Harry pressed his strawberry lips together in a thin line. "The inability to express your feelings." A scoff. "Rubbish," Louis shook his head. "But you are très intelligent.. Très, eh.. Good with words!" Harry smiled with a sort of melancholy, eyes scanning Louis' smaller figure, hand reaching out to caress his cheek- kissed pink by the bitter weather. "Not when it comes to describing you." OR in which harry styles teaches french exchange student louis tomlinson an obscure new english word every day, and may just fall for his broken accent and his sky-soaked eyes in the process. started: x finished: x