Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 3- Home is where I...shouldn't be?

S t e l l a

Much to my disapproval, school ends quickly. Lunch with Niall was well..lunch with Niall. We talked about random stuff like we always did throughout the dragging lunch period. Usually I am not so dreadful towards waiting for the end of school, but just because I know that Harry will be coming over to my house, and the fact that it is for a project that contemplates harry getting to know me, it kind of scares me. Rather, it makes me extremely  nervous. Yet again..what doesn't make me nervous?

Within the swirling thoughts of Harry and Harry alone, I seem to forget that Niall is my ride home and I have to find Harry,  who I have not seen since after fifth period. He never seems to be at lunch, maybe he doesn't like school food?

I grit my teeth together as I march out the exit of the doors, in the process nearly being trampled over by impatient teenagers. I claw my way through cranky people and received glares and under the breath rude comments, but I still manage to pry myself through. I'm almost out the hell hole until I stumble over someone's outstretched leg and lose my uncoordinated balance.

Just as I am about to fall and bust my ass, two (fairly strong, and large hands) catch me by my waist, saving me from that embarrassing fall. I mumble a sheepish thank you, and dust myself off. I feel so embarrassed, the evidence of the abashed fall bringing the pink out of my cheeks.

"So you're clumsy too?" Of course it's Harry. I am always bumping into him, and in the oddest ways too. Amusement tickles his voice, his infamous smirk gracing his pink lips. Why is he always smirking?

"I was actually looking for you." I blush slightly, shading my eyes from the thirsty sun.

"Yeah, I was too," He plays with the thick man ring on his index finger. "I need the directions to your house if you don't mind."

"Oh, um about that, I caught a ride with someone and I-I don't know if-"

"Why won't you just ride with me?" He looks at me as if I had two heads.

I contemplate on his answer for a while. Getting into a car with him would be like getting into a car with a complete stranger, and quite frankly my parents-especially my father- would not be okay with that. They would not even approve Harry himself I'm sure. The fact that Harry has noticeable tattoos littering his arms is enough for them to be hypercritical toward him. To me that is completely wrong, but arguing with them about who Harry is despite his intimidating tattoos would be completely pointless. Maybe if I tell them that Harry coming over for is solely a project they would listen?

Nonetheless, my stomach is erupting with nuclear bombs, and I know that I am probably beetroot red. I nod quickly, and excuse myself, so that I can call Niall and tell him about the sudden change of plans.

"Hurry," He says, a trace of humor in his English accented voice.

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"So why weren't you a lunch today?" I ask after about 20 minutes of little to no conversation.

I immediately regret asking him that question, because he takes his attention off the road completely  and looks over at me with the most frightened, yet subtle and hard expression I have ever seen. He looks like he was saying something to me in his head, because it takes him quite a while to respond. Harry shakes his head, focusing back in on the almost clear road. My thoughts swirl as I swallow hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude or anything." My voice is small.

"You're fine Stella," He offers me a half smile and it somewhat puts me at ease.