Harry is sitting across from Louis, legs crossed, when his phone rings. He leans over Louis' lap to unplug the device from the charger. Louis subtly looks at the caller, then at Harry's face when he sighs.

"It's my ex," he groans.

Confusion takes over Louis' face, "Ex? What is eh.. ex?"

"Old boyfriend," Harry explains, frowning at the phone as it rings.

Louis rolls his eyes and snatches the device. He's had enough of Harry staring at it ring for the past minute. "Salut! T'es un cul, et tu ne mérites pas Harry!" (Hello! You are an ass and do not deserve Harry) Louis smiles to himself, knowing the boy most likely does't speak fluent French.

"Who the hell is this?" he asks bewilderedly.

"Louis. What you want, eh, boy?" he looks at Harry, who is holding himself in from laughing.

"Give the phone to Harry, please. I need to talk to him, not some stuck up foreign kid," Harry is listening to the conversation, and can practically hear Blake roll his eyes through the phone.

Louis starts getting confused, "Uhm, I... I good person? French," he tells him.

"I don't care. Give Harry the phone," he insists, and at that point Louis can't do much but give away the device. Harry takes it with a smile, indicating that he liked what Louis did.

"Excusez-moi, s'il vous plaît," Louis stands from the ground, "uh, please," he corrects himself before leaving the room. They're at Harry's house, so he doesn't know where exactly to excuse himself, but as long as he's not in the room with Harry and his ex boyfriend on the phone.

He paces in the hall, mumbling to himself. He doesn't notice Harry's sister Gemma walk into the hall until she's saying excuse me to him. "Uh, sorry," he apologizes and moves to the side, but Gemma only stands there.

"You must be Louis. You sound French," she says amusedly.

He nods, but feels a bit awkward, "Yes. I am... French. And Louis," he doesn't quite know how well he's doing, but the girl seems to understand him, so he gives himself a mental pat on the back.

"You like Harry?" She asks, eyebrows raised.

Louis hesitates, "Eh... yes. He very cute... petit," he smiles to himself, then suddenly clears his throat, turning his head out of embarrassment.

"He likes you too, I think. Seems like it. Only problem is his boyfriend. He's a jerk, so just prove yourself and he'll see right through him," she tells Louis, and although he doesn't understand much of it, he nods anyway.

That's when Harry peeks out from his room, looking at the two. He looks confused, but doesn't question it and calls Louis back into his room. "I uh... my mum," he makes the gesture for phone, "house er, job," he makes up his best English excuse.

"Chores?" Harry guesses, "no yeah, that's fine. Go ahead," he says. Louis nods, and grabs his things from Harry's room. Then, when he's done, he gives Harry a kiss on each cheek before he leaves, just because he can. He knows it's a stereotype, which is why he can use it to his advantage.

The next day in school, Louis is envious. Harry apparently forgave his ex for whatever made them break up, and makes the mistake of riding to school with Blake, meaning he couldn't drive Louis to school. Louis had to ride the bus, which wasn't the most fun thing considering he had to share a seat with some girl who obviously was interested in him.

"France? That's amazing. No wonder you're so attractive. Seems like all the hot guys are from Europe these days," she says, which, okay. Because Louis understood a lick of that, and the part he understood made no sense.

He looks at her, "Uh, thank you."

The girl smiles, "No problem. Hey, how about I give you my number, and we can go out sometime?" she asks.

Louis' eyes widen. The bus pulls into the school, and he thanks god for that. "Sorry, I am gay," he tells her. He notices her embarrassed and shocked state, and the way she scurries off the bus as quick as possible.

Louis spots the girl he met earlier, Cara, and calls her name. She turns, and gives him a big grin. "Louis! Comment vas-tu?" (Louis! How are you?) she jogs up to him.

"Bon. Harry et son petit-ami sont ensemble à nouveau," (Good. Harry and his boyfriend are together again) he sighs, wanting so bad to say some bad things about Blake, despite knowing anything about him.

Cara rolls her eyes, "Ça n'a aucun sens. Blake agit comme un con avec lui," (It's nonsense. Blake is a jerk to him.) they walk into the school, weaving through people as they walk.

"Comment est-ce que je peux prendre Harry?" (How can I take Harry?) he whines like a child.

Cara adopts a sly smile to her face, "Tout simplement le gagner. Montre lui quel est manquant, rend le jaloux et enfin, embrasse-le," (Just win him. Show him what is missing, make him jealous and kiss him.) she looks as if it's the best idea ever, but Louis can't help but doubt it.

"Can not kiss Harry. Cheat," Louis states.

Cara rolls her eyes once again, "Blake has cheated on him twice. He'll be fine. This is the only time though. Because you and Harry are both European and would be so hot together," she tells him. He still has doubt in her plan, but after more talking, she convinces him. The first move, jealousy.

Louis does it at lunch. Blake is off with his friends, leaving Harry with Louis and Cara, who Harry knows only a bit. "Okay now tell me!" Cara gushes. Louis is confused at first, looking at her in question, but then she raises her eyebrows, and he gasps.

"Oh!"

Harry cocks his head, "What?"

Louis looks down for a moment, "Asked to date," he says, "boy in school ask," his English is bad, and he can tell, but he doesn't feel like correcting it at the moment.

Harry nods, a small frown on his lips, "Who asked you out? What boy?"

Louis shrugs, "Do not know name. Brown hair. Like this," he reaches over and takes his fingers through Harry's hair once. He smiles when Harry leans into his touch, but masks his happiness.

Harry's expression fades, "Did you say yes?"

Cara speaks up, "I got this. Louis I appreciate your English but it takes a while," she pats Louis' knee, "some guy here asked him out. He has curly brown hair like you and is tall and has nice blue eyes. But Louis said no because he's hung up on some guy he met when he first got here," she rolls her eyes for affect, watching Harry watch Louis, who only stares back at Harry, "get a room. You two are like making out with your eyes," she nudges Louis' shoulder.

Harry's face goes pink, yet he doesn't push away the comment. He just looks down at his food, munching quietly and smiling to himself for the last five minutes of the period.

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I'm sorry for this but at least it's something.