Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 5- Lesson 1: Confidence is sexy

S t e l l a 

The next day was a blur. I avoided my parents as soon as I walked through the threshold, and when my father tried to approach me,  I quickly blew him off with an, "I'm busy," and fled up the stairs to my bedroom.

As much as I need someone to talk to about this, there is no one that truly understands me, let alone understands my situation. My parents are just class A snobby, rich, pricks. As much as I do not want to admit it, they don't care for me the way a parent should care for their child. The affection they express toward me is minimal, barely any at all. 

At school, Harry is once again not present during lunch. Where does he go when he is not at lunch? We decided earlier that going to our homes for the project would not be wise,so for our parents sake, we both came to a mutual agreement that it would just be best to work on the project during our free periods. What I notice particularly about Harry is the way he is with his words. He picks and thinks about them so carefully, I find myself having no choice but to listen. I figure that is why he talks so slowly. I envy his ability to carry on conversation as well as he does. I also envy how he never puts his foot is his mouth; I on the other hand, seem to do it religiously.

The school day flies by, and soon, I'm getting dropped home. Niall waves me off with a smile, and after he disappears down the road, I take a deep breath before entering my large home. I don't forget that I had given Harry my number in the library, he told me he would text me after, 'dealing with his dad.' Whatever that meant. It strikes me odd how he has never brought up his parents to me. Are they divorced? Is his mom alive? I have so many questions that I know Harry will never answer.

Neither of us have brought up the, "Lessons" and I am partially glad. It was such an odd and sudden outburst, my cheeks feel warm thinking about the moment I just blurted it out to Harry. I'm always the one to put my foot in my mouth.

I somehow feel closer to Harry though, in a way where I know I can talk to him. He isn't that bad, and plus, he seems pretty confidential. Maybe I won't trust him like I trust Niall, but he has at least earned a liking from me.

I really did judge him like everyone else, and he admitted to labeling me as the snobby, stuck up rich girl. Everyone does. When you have money, dress well, and do not associate with many people, you are bound to be called snobby and stuck up. 

I brush my hair until it falls down in loose waves. I sigh into the mirror, my eyes are so dull, I don't remember the last time there was a spark of happiness in them. After taking a shower and running a razor over my legs, I climb into bed. My head slightly throbs, I have been over thinking everything today. The pressure between who I want to be, who everyone thinks I am, and who I actually am, sit on my shoulders. I need to take a short nap before diving into homework. What if Harry texts me? I don't want him to think I am ignoring him?

Why must I over think everything.

As if on cue, my phone begins buzzing.  I  quickly snatch up the device; It's Harry. He's calling me? My heart beast faster than usual and I wait a couple of seconds before swiping to answer.

"Hi.." My voice is small and Harry notices my hesitation. He laughs into the phone and the beautiful sound makes me smile. 

"Hey Stella," He greets me. I hear a squeaky voice in the background, Harry hushes who I assume to be Lux and it is quiet again. "Sorry." he says sheepishly.

"So.." I am so awkward. "You called me huh?" 

"I just wanted to do this over the phone, I don't really like that texting shit."

"O-oh..what is it that you want to do?"

"About the lessons.." he begins slowly. I just want him to say whatever he is going to say and get it over with. I am so anxious and my heart is racing again. Is he calling it off?