Lessons In Love (16+)

Tallulah Matthews is an innocent girl. It's senior year and she's finally ready to break out from her comfort zone and act like her age. With sexy, playboy, Harry Styles to help her along the way, there won't be anything 'innocent' about Tallulah for long.
*Warnings: Language and Sexual Content. Read at your own risk*


1. The Den.




My name is Tallulah Matthews. To my family, I'm the responsible daughter who for the most part acts like a normal seventeen year old girl. To my friends, I'm the smart and friendly one who they can rely on. To Henderson High, I'm sweet and innocent Tallulah who doesn't lie, cheat, or curse. And that's my problem. 


I'm not like average teenager in high school - I don't drink, I don't party and I've never been intimate with another human being. I've never experienced love towards the opposite sex, and I happen to be the most virgin girl to walk the halls. And before you ask, I never really cared. I've had offers from guys, and I've been on dates, but I'm about to be eighteen and I've never been kissed. This is my senior year. If I don't gain some sort of experience, how am I supposed to survive in college?


This is hard because I happen to be so completely virgin, that most boys won't even look my way without running to church and asking for forgiveness. At least that's what my best friend Rachel says. Sadly though, I believe her. She says that most guys enter relationships for one thing: Physical Contact. She swears up and down that if you're not able to provide something in that area besides hugs then it'll be hard to find someone. 


I'm currently out with Rachel and our other friend Shelby. Shelby Parker appears to be just as innocent as me, but that's just the thing. She only appears that way. She's much more experienced in the making out area as far as I know. I get the notion that my friends keep things from me because they don't think my virgin ears can handle hearing it.


Where was I? Oh yes. So, we're out at the Den, which is like the place where every one of hangs out afterschool. We're splitting a large order of fries and doing some homework, by the way, we happened to be the only ones there studying. You see my friends and I make up the nerd part of the senior class. However, we're still capable of getting dates. Rachel had a fling with bad boy Zayn Malik a while back while Shelby was seeing Liam Payne. Both of those guys are Henderson High royalty.


Let me chart out this whole thing. The basketball team rules this place. Every party that we have, every dance that is given, it all depends on whether or not our team wins. After the basketball team, there's the Drama Club. Now I know that in most cases, they would be considered dorky, but one person alone changed that. Macy Blackwell is the one that changed the image of the club. She won't take any of the crap that people try to give her and her sidekick, Sylvia Silverstone. I guess you could say she's the 'mean girl' that every high school has.


After drama everyone else has a shot at being talked to by the higher up of high school. That is of course, unless you're me. I'm at the bottom. The last of the last with a shot at getting noticed. I didn't mind until now. Until I realize that going to college with no boy experience was terrible. My younger brother has more experience than I do! I believe he may also be a bit higher up on this scale. I'll find a way to fix that though. Hmm, I feel like I missed someone…


"Styles! Styles! Styles!" The boys chanted as he downed root beers. Ah, that's who. The king of Henderson High himself, Harry Styles. Where do I begin with him? He's very attractive. Green eyes, bright white teeth, and from what I've heard and the glimpses that I've caught of him when he stretches…he's very toned. I don't mean to sound like a creeper, but there have been several times when I've seen his abs for myself. Like when he stretches in class, or when he runs in gym, or when he sweats during his games, he'll use his jersey to wipe it off….


I am not a creeper.


"He's going to have such a stomach ache when he's done." Rachel smiled. You see, this is why we're not cool. They're over there chugging drinks and living on the edge while we're contemplating the severity of his stomach ache.


"Oh I know!" Shelby laughed. "I hope he stocked up on the Pepto." They laughed again, I watched as Harry finished and got up to go to the bathroom. He smiled as he made his way around the corner. There was a battle going on inside my head for a few minutes before I excused myself and got up to. I walked around the corner with slight speed. I turned my head to look back at my table. I didn't want the girls to think I was being weird by suddenly rushing off. All is clear. I looked back to see where I was going, but when I rounded the corner, and the door swung open and hit me right in the face.


"Shit!" A voice muttered as I brought my hand up to my nose. "Damn! Are you okay? Fuck, I am so sorry." The boy brought his hand up to where mine was. "I'm fine." I said as I covered my nose. I opened my eyes and blinked twice. I must've been hit really hard because I was seeing Harry Styles in front of me. I rubbed my eyes, but regretted it when my hand bumped my sore nose. "Ow."


"Are you okay?" The boy asked. I looked at him, and either it was really Harry, or I was hallucinating. I'll stick to the first choice.


"Yeah, I just have really bad luck." I answered.


"I didn't mean to hit you, love. If I'd known someone was coming I would've waited." I smiled at him.


"Not your fault. There's no way you could've heard me with the music being so loud and what not." He gave me a smile. It was like this smirk that I'd seen him flash from time to time. It was hot.


"I'm Harry." He said jutting his hand out in my direction.


"I know. We have human behavior and gym together." I blurted.


"Oh…and you are…?" Stupid me for think that he'd actually remember that. I'm a wall flower. "Wait, you're Tallulah right? You're friends with Rachel Adams?" What? He knows my name and one of my friends?


"Uh, yeah. I sit in the desk right behind you." I sit in the desk behind you?! This is why I'm a loser. Harry only nodded. "I'll see you around. I want to check my nose before I go back out there." He grimaced when I mention my nose. "I really am okay."


"And I really am sorry. If there's anything you need, just let me know." He squeezed my shoulder once and walked back out toward the tables. He touched me. Twice! The smile crept onto my face as I walked into the girls' bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled back and until now I didn't mind. My nose was a little red. Great, by tomorrow it could very well be purple like Marsha's from the Brady Bunch. I sighed and pulled my hair out of the rubber band. I shook it with my hair a bit and sighed again. Maybe my big hair will distract people from my Rudolph nose.




I gave it a few minutes before I went back out to my friends. I glanced over at Harry's table and saw him do a double take. He was looking in my direction, but there was no way he was looking at me. I couldn't resist smiling anyway. Staring at my feet, I slid into the booth when I arrived at the table. Rachel and Shelby immediately stopped their conversation, and I knew exactly why. They'd most likely been talking about whatever Shelby and Liam had gotten into when his parents went away last weekend. Whatever, I don't care. Nope. Not me.


"So, what'cha talkin' about?" I asked. Okay, so maybe I care a little bit. Sue me.


"Oh you know, just drama club stuff." Shelby sent a panicked look at Rachel. I rolled my eyes. You'd think that after years of us being best friends, they'd cut me some slack and tell me something every once in a while.


"Right. Let's pretend that's true." I scoffed.


"Tally, we're only trying not to make you uncomfortable." Rachel reasoned calmly. Shelby was fiddling with her hands. Little did they know their plan backfired.


"Well, it's not working. I feel uncomfortable because you two talk about your hook-ups to each other and not me. It makes me feel like I don't belong." I snapped. Shelby winced and Rachel gave me a sympathetic smile.


"We'll try to include you more." Rachel spoke. "We were just about to leave though. Our homework is all done and my mom called." I nodded my head and began packing up. Once my bag was all packed, I stood up and slung it over my shoulder, ready to leave.


My brown eyes caught Harry's green ones and he gave me a nod. I smiled back at him as I walked right into the glass door. Did that actually just happen? The Den erupted in laughter as I rubbed my nose and walked out with my head hanging in embarrassment. Great first impression... no one will ever top that.



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