warning ⚠️; abuse
date; 1/27/2021 - 2/01/21
summary; harry is a foreign exchange student and has been living with the tomlinson's for a couple weeks now, how will louis react when harry's abusive father finds him.
note; this was requested :)
(once again i am using google translate for the french so it will most likely be a bit off)
no pov
to recap; louis is a senior while harry is a junior who is from france. Harry is a clumsy and dorky kid who has a troubling past. He also is really good at singing and song writing. Louis knows some french and that's how he figured out harry liked him, one thing led to another and now here they are... (read exchange student pt 1 for full story)
louis' pov
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, it was around 9:45 am, thankfully it was Sunday, i don't normally sleep in that late. I look over and see that I'm in harry's bed but i don't see my little french boy.
I sit back on his bed for a minute, sniffing in his scent. His room smells of strawberries and bacon..
why bacon?
I sit up to see harry with disheveled hair standing with a tray. The tray had some bacon, pancakes, and freshly squeezed orange juice. I know it's not from a bottle because we only had oranges in the house not orange juice.
"good morning lou-ee" he says sweetly.
"good morning hazzie, you didn't have to do all this.." i say while smiling at him.
"who says it's for you?" he replies cheekily.
i fake gasp and he starts laughing, while doing so he shakes the tray causing the orange juice to spill all over him and his bedroom floor.
"LOU-EE LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!"
"hey, don't go pointing fingers that was clearly you curly,"
I get off the bed and make my way over to a pouting harry, i pinch his cheek and he turns his head blushing, he's so obvious about it, there's no point in hiding the light red color that runs over his cheeks.
"Haz, look at me," i reply while standing right next to his face... well the side of his face.
"nooo, you embarrassed me." he replies cutely.
"aww, but you're cute when you blush." my statement only made him blush harder and i lightly laugh at his even bigger pout.
"i still want you to look at me." i said with a little bit more of a firm tone. what's the point of making a cute boy blush if you don't get to see it.
"if you don't, you won't get the supriseeee," i say stretching out the "e."
he huffs and finally turns his head to face me, i quickly put my lips on his, his eyes widen before he closes them and kisses back.
i pull away after a couple more seconds, i look into his beautiful green eyes, the tray of food long forgotten about.
"wow, you just french kissed a french boy" he laughs at his own joke and i just roll my eyes.
