Parfait || l.s

01

"So, Harry . . ." Louis clears his throat awkwardly while they walk down the empty hallways, tension thick in the air. "Do you know any English?"

Harrys eyes are wide, pink lips parted as he just stares at Louis, making him look so innocent.

Louis groans and tries to remember anything Liam has taught him, wanting to spark up a conversation with Harry instead of just being silent (which he absolutely hated being).

"Je m'appelle Louis (My name is Louis)!" The blue eyed boy practically yelled out, proud that he knows at least one thing in French.

He watches as Harrys face contorts, looking surprised. Harry starts giggling and blushing, looking down.

"Je m'appelle Harry,
je ne savais pas que tu parlies Français (My name is Harry, I did not know you spoke French)." Harrys face beams, expecting Louis to understand and say something back, but he frowns when Louis doesn't.

Louis just scratches the back of his neck and looks at Harry with furrowed eyebrows, his lips pursed like he's trying to figure out what Harry said.

"I'm not fluent." Louis mumbles and stops in front of a class, having Harry bump into him clumsily because he didn't see Louis stop.

"Désolé beauté (Sorry beautiful)." Harry blushes and bites his lip, looking down.

"This is your first class, Harry." Louis holds up one finger when he says 'first'. "When this class is over, I will come and pick you up so I can bring you to your next class." Louis explains slowly.

He really doesn't know why he even tries. It would be a miracle if this boy even said the word 'mississippi'.

"Je voudrais pouvoir t'embrasser (I wish I could kiss you)." Harry breathes out, Louis is shocked because well, he knows the word kiss is in there.

Did Harry want to kiss him?

Louis shakes the thought out of his head and motions to the door, "Go."

He opens the door and and pushes Harry inside, not even saying goodbye before he shuts the door and starts speed walking to his class.

Harry would be fine, Louis thinks to himself.

But he wasn't. As soon as Harry stumbled into the room, he fell on his bum, causing students to start laughing at him.

"Oh dear," The female teacher helps him up, Harry wiping off all of the imaginary dirt from his clothes. "You must be the new student." She noted.

"Oui (yes)." The clumsy boy replies and the teachers face scrunches up into confusion, walking over to her laptop and leaving Harry at the front of the room.

"He's cute." One of the girls in the back of the class blurts out, causing her friends to giggle and wiggle their eyebrows.

"Où est mon Louis (wheres my Louis)?" Harry asks out loud, looking back at the door where Louis and him were just at a minute ago.

"So, you're the foreign exchanged student?" The teacher finally realizes after going through files.

"J'aime la nourriture, c'est quand le déjeuner (I love food, when is lunch)!" Harry exclaims when he sees a boy at the front of the class eating a glazed donut.

"Right. Well, there's an empty seat right there," She points to a desk next to a girl. "You can go sit." She waves him off.

When Harry doesn't move, the student takes action and pats on the chair next to hers, motioning for Harry to come over.

The green eyed boy finally realized what they were trying to tell him, making a noise in the back of his throat and speed walking to his desk.

"My day just got a whole lot better." The girl smirks, leaning back on her chair and admiring Harry who was oblivious.

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"Harry!" Louis exclaims when the boy steps out of his class, looking around nervously.

Harry perks up at hearing Louis voice, practically running over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"What did you do that- oh! That's a thing, right? You guys kiss each others cheek for greetings." Louis touches his cheek where Harry kissed him.

Harry just smiles at him adorably, admiring the fluffy haired boy.

"Let me show you to your other class-"

"Je dois faire pipi (I have to pee)!" Harry whines, cutting Louis off.

"What?"

"Pipi (pee)." Harry squirms, biting his lip to stop himself from pissing all over the floor.

Louis doesn't reply, causing Harry to grab his crotch in his hand through his black jeans and motion to it.

"Oh shit, you have to piss!" Louis laughs awkwardly. "Follow me."

Harry knows Louis is taking him to the bathroom, he can't help but smirk because he knows people do naughty things in the bathroom.