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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles, Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, 16-Year-Old_Harry, 18-Year-Old_Louis,
      Smut, Blow_Jobs, Fluffy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-08 Words: 3729
****** We're So Paris ******
by wreckingtomlinson
Summary
     Louis is a French tutor and Harry may or may not actually need help.
Notes
     sooo I don't know I just had this idea and I really wanted to write
     it. It's unedited so I'm sorry for any typos!
     Thanks to redstreet for translating this into Russian, which you can
     read here!
      
     Title from Nobody_Compares by One Direction.
See the end of the work for more notes
Louis didn’t really expect anyone to show up. 
The day before, he’d somehow let his French teacher talk him into being an
after school tutor. “It’ll be good for your college applications!” Madame Woods
had told him. So he’d accepted, making a mental note to stick that in the
activities section of his Common App when he got home. 
The first day saw him sitting at a round table in the library with three of his
best mates—Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik—and commiserating over
stress from college applications and relationships. Liam fretted over going
over the word limit for his application essay, Zayn complained about being too
busy to go out with his girlfriend, Niall whined about being hungry, and Louis
just tried to make everyone laugh a little. Nobody came that day. 
So that was how Louis Tomlinson found himself sitting in the corner of the
library eating an apple by himself that day. Sighing, he checked his phone. A
little after three. None of his friends had come, probably not too keen on the
idea of another eventless hour. Louis was determined to stay, though, even
though he’d much rather be out on the pitch playing football with Liam and
Niall. Someone was bound to come in needing help sometime. Plus, for every
person he tutored, he’d get community service hours, which he desperately
needed. 
“Um, hi?” called a soft voice. 
“Sorry, did you need something?” Louis looked up to see a boy standing over him
with a French textbook in his arms. 
“Uh, yeah, I’m looking for the French tutors,” the boy said slowly, his words
measured and careful. 
“That’d be me,” Louis said with a smile. “I’m the only one here, so, sorry, but
you’re just going to have to deal with me.” He stood up. “Louis Tomlinson.” 
“I’m Harry.” 
“Harry, then. Are you a freshman? Haven’t seen you around before,” Louis said
as Harry pulled out a chair across from him. 
“No, I’m a sophomore. Just moved here.” 
“So then, what do you need help with?” 
“Uh, this chapter.” Harry opened his textbook and flipped it around so I could
read it. “I just don’t understand it.” 
Ah. It was basic stuff for Louis, and he remembered it all very well. “Oh,
alright.” 
The two spent the next hour reviewing verb endings and conjugation, ending with
Louis making up a short quiz on the spot, which Harry passed decently enough
for just having gone over the material. 
“I have to go,” Harry said as the clock hit four. 
“Before you do, fill this out for me?” Louis slid the tutoring form across the
table to Harry. “It just needs your name and grade and basically whether you
thought I sucked at this or not.” 
Harry grinned as he filled in the form. Louis packed the rest of his books and
pens up. 
“Bye, then.” Harry handed the form back, stood up, and walked out without
another word. 
“Bye!” Louis called after him before turning his attention to the feedback
section of the form. In the space where the tutee was supposed to write
comments on the tutor, Harry had only drawn a smiley face. 
Louis found himself smiling as well. 
 
That was a Tuesday. On Wednesday, Zayn pulled up outside of Louis’ house to
give him a ride to school, as he always did. 
“Hey, Lou.” Zayn greeted Louis with a brofist. 
“Hey, Zayn. Get to see Perrie last night at all?” Louis asked. 
Zayn shook his head as he tore out of Louis’ driveway far faster than the
neighborhood speed limit allowed. “Nah, I was too busy.” 
“Even though you skipped tutoring?” 
“Yeah, I still had no time. AP Chemistry is killing me.” Zayn dragged out his
last two words for dramatic effect. 
“Why’d you even take it? You don’t even like science.” Louis raised an
eyebrow. 
“Yeah, I know, but I needed another science credit and the environmental
science class was full.” 
On the way to school, Zayn stopped to pick up Liam and Niall, who lived two
houses apart from each other very close to the school. Niall was already
standing at the end of his driveway, but Liam was nowhere to be seen 
“Louis always gets shotgun!” Niall whined as he slid into the backseat. 
“Not my fault I’m closest to Zayn’s house,” Louis shot back amiably, poking his
head out the window to look for Liam. He saw a male figure walking down the
sidewalk, so he called out. “Hey, Li! Ready to go or what?” 
The boy looked up, and Louis’ next sentence died halfway to his mouth. It
wasn’t Liam, it was…Harry? 
Harry broke into a smile. “Good morning, Louis. I didn’t know you lived here.” 
“I, uh, I don’t actually. My friends do.” Louis smiled back at the younger
boy. 
Harry was closer now. He has dimples, Louis noted, little crescent indents in
his cheeks when he smiled, which was often. How cute, Louis found himself
thinking. 
“I know, I’m just adorable, aren’t I?” Niall flipped his hair dramatically. 
“Wait, what?” Louis looked sharply at the blond boy. 
“You said something about being cute. Obviously you were talking about me,”
Niall said with a cheeky grin. 
“Nah, he’s talking to someone else.” Zayn leaned toward Louis to try to catch a
glimpse of Harry. “Lou, who’s this?” 
“Oh—he came in for tutoring yesterday after you all left me.” Louis glared at
each of his friends in turn. 
“Oh.” Niall nodded knowingly. “How convenient that you just happen to be a
French tutor.” 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Louis had exactly no idea what Niall
was getting at, but before he could say any more Harry spoke again. 
Somehow, he’d caught up to the car and was resting his arms on the sill of
Louis’ open window. “Hey, I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you?” 
“Yeah, sure. Hey, do you need a ride?” Louis offered, ignoring Zayn’s groans. 
Harry shook his head. “No, thanks, I just walk.” 
“I could give you a ride if you ever needed one,” Louis went on. 
“Hi, I’m Zayn, Louis’ friend,” Zayn cut in with a quick wave, “and we’ve got to
go.” 
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Harry smiled as Zayn peeled out of Niall’s driveway at an
alarming speed. 
Niall was laughing hysterically in the backseat by himself and he sounded
ridiculous. “What?” Louis snapped, reaching back to smack his friend upside the
head. “Shut up, you sound stupid.” 
“French tutor,” Niall just gasped in between laughs. 
“Explain yourself!” Louis rolled his eyes, then turned to Zayn. “Do you know
what he means?” 
Zayn, to Louis’ surprise, was biting back a laugh. “I think I do. It’s
‘cause—like, French is the language of love, isn’t it?” 
“Exactly!” Niall crowed. 
“I still don’t get it.” Louis slumped down in his seat. “Why are my best
friends so weird?” 
“Language of love. You know, romance. All that cute shit.” Niall gasped
suddenly. “Aw, Lou! You were talking about himwhen you said cute before!” 
“I was not!” Louis lied, knowing full well that his friends knew exactly when
he was lying. 
“You’re lying. Your ears are turning red!” Zayn declared as Niall dissolved
into laughter again. 
“It’s okay, he is cute, Lou,” Niall said in what was obviously a misguided
attempt at support for a crush Louis didn’t even have. 
“Thanks, boys, but I think I’ve got better things to do than fall in love,”
Louis quipped. 
“At least tell us his name.” 
“Are we girls at a sleepover or something?” Louis rolled his eyes. Zayn and
Niall were acting exactly like his sister’s friends when they came over. They’d
stay up late talking about who liked who and who was dating and who wasn’t but
should be and…ugh, they always made it more complicated than it needed to be. 
“You’re avoiding the question. What’s his name, Lou?” Niall reached forward to
poke Louis’ face. 
Louis batted Niall’s hand away. “Okay, you’re officially five years old.” He
sighed. “Harry.” 
“Harry? Oh, so that’s Harry,” Niall said, suddenly sober. 
“You know him?”
“Yeah, the kid who lives next door to me’s in Harry’s grade. I’ve heard his
name, but never really met him. He’s got a funny last name, hasn’t he? It’s
something like Sta—no, wait, it’s Styles.” 
“You’re one to talk, Horan,” Zayn retorted from the driver’s seat. 
“Styles, though. Like, a hairstyle.” Niall laughed quietly to himself. 
Louis resisted the urge to tell Niall off, even if he was only joking. Harry
Styles. Louis quite liked the sound of that. It had a nice flow, and was kind
of adorable. It fit the boy, somehow. Harry Styles. 
Louis only realized he hadn’t bothered to fight the grin that found its way
onto his face after Zayn pointed it out. 
Oh, shit.
  
 
Louis made it through the day’s classes as he always did—with just enough focus
to do decently and just enough sass to make it fun. And he only thought about
Harry twelve times. Not that he was counting. 
Zayn and Niall, though, wouldn’t stop teasing him about Harry all day, and
though Louis knew it was all in good fun it was starting to grate on his
nerves. Because he’d never admit it, but he was starting to acknowledge that
yeah, he have a crush on Harry. A reallysmall crush. 
When he asked his friends if they were staying for tutoring, Zayn just smirked.
“No, we’ll let you have your time with Harry.” 
Louis squinted in embarrassment. “Shut up, it’s not like that.” 
“Give him bisoux,” Niall added with a wink before scurrying down the hallway
after Zayn. 
Louis rolled his eyes, but slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed into
the library. He was surprised to see someone already sitting at the corner
table Louis had sort of-not really claimed as his. 
The person turned around. “Hi, Louis,” Harry said with a smile. 
Louis blinked. “Uh, hi, Harry. You’re here early,” he said, glancing up at the
clock. Sure enough, it was five minutes before tutoring officially started. 
Harry’s face fell. “Sorry? I…I just needed help…I have a test tomorrow and—” 
Louis cut him off. “It’s alright, it’s alright, goodness Harry, don’t worry
yourself about it.” He slid into the seat next to Harry. “I’m just surprised.
We don’t usually get people to tutor…let alone anyone coming in early,” he
said. “So let’s see, is this test on what we went over yesterday?” Harry
nodded. “Then let’s get started and maybe we can get you out of here a little
early, yeah?”
 
The next day, Louis didn’t expect Harry to come in, not right after a test. But
sure enough, at three o’clock on the dot, Harry came into the library, heading
straight for Louis’ table. 
“Back again?” Louis raised an eyebrow. “This is getting to be like private
tutoring, Harry,” he teased the younger boy. 
Harry blushed slightly, a rosy glow tinting his pale cheeks. “I…just wanted to
say hi.” 
“How’d your test go?” 
“Okay, I think.” Harry shrugged. “Could have been worse, though. You helped. A
lot.” 
Louis grinned. “Glad I did, then. Come back tomorrow and let me know how you
did.”
   
“LOUIS!” 
Louis looked up in alarm to see Harry sprinting toward him waving a sheet of
paper. “Christ, Harry, slow down and shut up. The librarians are notnice about
running or being loud in the library,” he hissed. 
Harry looked sheepish, but only for a second. “Look, Louis!” he exclaimed in a
whisper-shout, thrusting the paper at Louis. 
Louis took it and grinned. “B+? Harry, that’s great! I knew you could do it!”
For a kid who’d come in not knowing how to conjugate verbs, a B+ was pretty
good, Louis though to himself. Harry beamed, proud of himself. “Looks like my
job is done, then,” Louis went on, handing the paper back. 
Harry looked crestfallen. “What do you mean?” he inquired, brow furrowing and
green eyes clouding. 
“You’ve got a pretty good handle on things. Now that you’ve got this stuff, the
rest won’t be too bad. You pick things up quick, which is really great.” Louis
smiled, confused as to why Harry looked so sad. “Hey,” he said, “why so sad?
You did really well on your test, and you know the material pretty well.” 
“I liked coming to tutoring,” Harry said, so quietly Louis barely heard. 
“You can stop by anytime you like,” Louis began, when suddenly Harry slid into
the chair next to him and threw his arms around Louis in a hug. 
“Thank you,” Harry whispered. 
“Uh…yeah, any time.” Louis returned the embrace, patting the younger boy on the
back. It probably should have been awkward, but it wasn’t. for the first time
Louis noticed how big Harry actually was, for being younger than Louis. Harry’s
body enveloped Louis’ smaller frame, and Louis liked the way his arms fit under
Harry’s. 
Then Harry was pulling back, still beaming, and skipped—literally
skipped—away. 
Louis shook his head. The boy was a mystery. A really adorable, really
attractive mystery. 
 
Harry took full advantage of Louis’ offer and started visiting the library
every day. Louis had long since stopped expecting other tutees, and his friends
had long stopped showing up. So it became a routine—every day from three to
four, they would sit in the library, chatting about everything under the sun.
Louis learned all about Harry’s sister and his love for music, and in return he
told Harry about his own sisters and the colleges he was applying to. 
And as they sat and talked, Louis found himself looking at Harry, really
looking, taking in the details he’d overlooked when he was just filling his
role as a tutor.  He took in the dark curls that fell over Harry’s ears in
pillow-soft ringlets, the green irises more vibrant than the first grass of
spring, the delicately shaped pink lips, the smooth planes and angles that made
up Harry’s jaw. 
It was a Friday when Harry caught Louis staring. “Lou. Lou. Lou,” Harry
repeated. 
Louis had to physically shake his head to bring himself back to the present.
“Huh, sorry?” 
Harry smirked. “I saw you.” 
“What?” Louis went on the defensive even though he knew he’d been found out. 
“Staring at me.” Harry looked amused, and his smile would have given anyone
butterflies, but all Louis felt was embarrassed. 
“Sorry,” he muttered, biting his lip and glancing down at his arms, folded on
the table. 
“S’okay. You’re funny, Lou, you know that?” Harry poked Louis’ cheek teasingly
and tugged on a piece of Louis’ fringe. 
And that really threw Louis for a loop. So he could hardly be blamed for what
he did next. 
Without thinking about it, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Harry’s. 
He’d meant it to be a quick kiss, but Harry responded with more enthusiasm than
Louis expected. He tasted of sweet tea and lemons, and Louis couldn’t get
enough. It was with great effort he pulled away. “The librarians,” he explained
absently, too focused on Harry to say anything else. Jesus, all Louis did was
kiss the boy and he looked gone. Harry’s eyes had gone glassy and wide, and his
lips were a shade of red that bordered on inappropriate. 
Harry nodded, slack-jawed. “Louis…” 
“You doing anything tonight?” Louis asked before he could stop himself. “Come
home with me.” 
Harry just nodded again, standing and gathering his backpack without a word.
Louis led them out of the library and out to the parking lot, one hand on
Harry’s shoulder to guide him. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but it felt
right. 
Louis might have broken the speed limit a couple of times driving home, but
neither of them cared. Harry didn’t utter a word, just sat doe-eyed in the
passenger seat, but was surprisingly quick to jump out of the car once Louis
stopped. 
Thankful his mum was out and his sisters still at school, Louis ran up to his
bedroom, Harry right behind. He kicked the door open, tugging Harry inside by
the wrist, and the second the door shut he attacked Harry’s lips again, pinning
the younger boy to the door. He didn’t have to fight too hard to dominate the
kiss; Harry was incredibly receptive, just letting Louis have his mouth, and
the thought made Louis’ cock twitch in his pants. 
“Wanted…wanted you, Lou,” Harry gasped out between frenetic kisses. 
Louis paused. “Really?” He tore his lips from Harry’s, opting to suck a line of
kisses down Harry’s neck and jawline. 
“I—fuck!—yeah, really.” Harry sagged against the door, head falling back with a
light thunk. 
“Good.” Louis licked at the curve of Harry’s ear, making the boy whimper.
“Because I want you, too.” 
Harry moaned at that, and suddenly Louis found their positions reversed.
Somehow Harry had managed to switch their places and now Louis was the one with
his back against the door. Harry, now, was sinking to his knees—fuck. 
“Christ, Harry, you’re so—aah!” Louis gasped as Harry leaned into the bulge in
the front of his pants, nuzzling it with his nose and mouth. Fingers shaking,
Louis moved to undo his zipper but Harry batted his hands away like a cat and
did it himself; one swift move and Louis’ pants and boxers were on the floor
around his ankles, and then he realized Harry’s were gone too. How long had
they been off, he wondered absently. 
He was jolted out of his thoughts yet again when Harry wrapped a large hand
around Louis’ cock. “Oh, my god,” Harry breathed. “You’re so big, Lou…so
thick…can I?” he asked breathlessly, glancing up at Louis and looking downright
sinful, with his glassy eyes and parted crimson lips and Louis’ cock in his
hand. 
“Can you what?” 
Harry blushed, which only made him look more innocent and made Louis harder in
Harry’s hand. “Can I…can I blow you?” 
Louis could only nod. Harry was a contradiction of innocence and danger and
whatever it was only turned Louis on more. 
Still holding the base, Harry leaned in and started mouthing at Louis’ cock,
covering the entire length with little kisses and kitten licks that drove Louis
up the wall with lust. “Harry, don’t tease,” he hissed. 
And suddenly Harry sucked him down, and Louis’ knees buckled as he reminded
himself to be careful what he wished for around Harry. The boy was so eager to
please. 
Louis looked down at the boy at his feet, admiring the way Harry’s lips
stretched out around his girth. It was cute the way Harry’s brow furrowed as he
concentrated on taking more of Louis in his mouth, how his nostrils flared as
he struggled to breathe around the cock in his mouth. And yet Louis could tell
his was not Harry’s first blowjob. He found himself marveling at how Harry used
his tongue, at the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked with just the right
pressure. 
Louis knew he wouldn’t last long. Dazed with pleasure, he reached down and
gripped Harry’s curls lightly, brushing them off his face. Harry’s eyes met
his, and fuck, that was it. “Shit, Harry, gonna come…” He started to guide
Harry’s head off of him but Harry made a noise of protest in his throat and
refused to move. “Oh, fuck…” 
With a shudder that made his bedroom door shake, Louis came in Harry’s mouth.
Harry swallowed as much as he could but couldn’t quite get all of it; when he
sat back on his heels, Louis could see a few drops escape the corner of Harry’s
mouth. 
“Oh my god, Harry, that was incredible,” Louis gasped, still trying to catch
his breath. “Let me—“ 
Harry grinned, and lay back on the floor, his own cock stiff and leaking. “Was
rubbing myself while I sucked you off…don’t need much at all…” The younger
boy’s voice was raspy and wrecked and Louis loved it. Not wasting any time,
Louis dropped to the floor and licked at the head of Harry’s cock a few times.
That was all it took. Harry came with soft whimpers, and Louis fit his mouth
over Harry so he could swallow it before rolling over onto his back. 
For a while they just lay there as their breathing evened out and their chests
stopped heaving. 
“Lou?” Harry’s voice called softly. 
“Yeah, Harry?” Louis sat up, immediately worried. 
“Can I tell you something?” 
“Anything at all.” 
Harry grinned impishly. “You know, I only really needed help that first time.” 
Louis raised an eyebrow. “What about that test?” 
“I didn’t really need the help then.” 
“So you pretended to need help to come and see me?” Louis chuckled softly. 
“Yeah,” Harry admitted. 
“You know, Harry,” Louis purred, his mouth close to Harry’s ear, “that was
pretty naughty, wasn’t it? Lying just to see me. I should punish you for
that.” 
Louis could physically feel the shiver that ran through Harry’s body at that.
“Please?” Harry begged shamelessly. 
Louis grinned. “Maybe another day. Don’t want to move too fast, do we, love?” 
Harry made a contented little sound and nuzzled Louis’ face like a kitten. “I
like you, Lou.” 
“I like you too, Harry.” 
 
Harry stopped coming to French tutoring after that, and it wasn’t long until
Louis quit. Lack of students was his reason, he explained to Madame Woods, who
was initially upset but understood. 
That didn’t mean Louis stopped teaching Harry French, though. He taught Harry
all the words to talk about their sexual escapades, the words to talk about the
curls and eyes and dimples that Louis adored, the words to talk about every
part of their bodies. 
One day, months later, as they lay on Louis’ bed cuddling, Harry leaned over to
whisper something in Louis’ ear. “Je t’aime.” 
Louis froze, his hands in the midst of carding through Harry’s hair. “What?”
was all he could muster. 
“Je t’aime. I looked it up. Is it right?” 
Louis could only nod. “Oui. Et, je t’adore. Je t’aime aussi.” I adore you. I
love you too. 
Harry’s smile was radiant, like gold in the pale light filtering in through
Louis’ window. 
Language of love, indeed.
End Notes
     Uhh so that French at the end I'm not sure is right, my French is
     awfully rusty but I tried. Hope you enjoyed it! xx
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