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*

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5. The Dinner.

 

 

Tonight is officially going to suck. My mother isn't letting me skip dinner and she made me get the good dishes because Harry is staying for dinner. It's completely unnecessary! And to top it all off, I have to sit next to him! The permanent pout on my face went completely unnoticed as my parents started their conversation with Harry. "So, Austin tells me you play for the soccer and basketball teams at Henderson?" Mom said as she cut her steak on the plate.

 

 

"He said that you're the captain of the Henderson Eagles." My father beamed, immediately interested. Here we go, yet another chance for Styles to talk about himself. "I heard you guys are undefeated. I've been meaning to come to one of the games, actually."

 

 

"Ah, yeah. My reign is almost over though. Austin's going to be the new captain." My parents were pleased to hear Harry speak about my brother like that. I, however, couldn't wait for this dinner to be over.

 

 

"Harry's going to teach me everything he knows." My brother was so happy at the thought. I, on the other hand, was silent. He was being so sweet.

 

 

"I'll bet someone like you has the girls chasing after you." My mom winked at Harry. Great, my mother is turning this into one of those conversations.

 

 

"Well, I guess you could say that." Harry said, almost in a whisper. Oh god. As soon as Harry finished saying that, he placed his hand on my knee. My head snapped up, and I turned to glare at him. 

 

 

"I hope you're treating them right," My mother laughed. He didn't move his hand. He simply gave my knee a squeeze.

 

 

"Always." He did that smile of his. Harry's fingers began drawing little designs on the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that I didn't completely mind him doodling on me like he was.

 

 

"You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger." Dad laughed. Harry chuckled and brought his fork up to his mouth. It amazed me that no one at the table was the least bit concerned about his other hand or the fact that I hadn't said a word all night. Play it cool Tallulah. Just act like he's not doing anything. I brought my glass up to my lips and took a sip. "I was quite popular myself."

 

 

Mom shot dad a stern look and they shared a laugh.

 

 

"You keep the attitude you have now, and you'll have nothing to worry about after high school. It'll all fall into place." Dad paused and looked at Harry, myself and Austin. "For all of you." I smiled at my father. He has always wanted the best for us, and I know he'd be willing to give and arm and a leg to get it.

 

 

Harry smiled thoughtfully. "That really makes me feel good. It gives me the feeling that I'll have what you have someday."

 

 

"What's that son?"

 

 

"A family. A beautiful wife, a great son..." Harry's hands began to travel north. "A gorgeous daughter..." I immediately closed my legs. Shit! My plan, however, backfired. I banged my knees against each other and closed Harry's hand in place on my upper thighs. I let out a whimper as I opened one eye. Of course everyone was staring at me, including Harry.

 

 

"You'll have to excuse my weirdo sister. She doesn't get compliments often." Austin explained. He's going to pay for that.

 

 

"That's a shame." Harry's voice was low and husky. "A girl like her should be complimented every day." My face was priceless. I'm embarrassed to say that I actually spit out all of the water I had in my mouth when Harry said that. Luckily it went all over Austin.

 

 

"Yuck!" Austin shouted.

 

 

"I am so sorry!" I apologized to my brother as he wiped his face furiously with his napkin. I know I said I was sorry, but I didn't mean it. That dweeb deserved it.

 

 

"Well, I think we should start cleaning up now." My mother said. That was code for: I don't think I can take anymore embarrassment tonight. That makes two of us mom.

 

 

"I'll take care of the dishes tonight." I insisted. I stood and began to gather the plates.

 

 

Harry stood with me. "I'll help."

 

 

"No!" I shouted in protest to Harry. My parents looked at me in shock. "I mean.. you're our guest. You really don't have to."

 

 

"True, but I helped make the mess. My parents taught me to clean up after myself." Harry retorted, one of his dimples popping. Ugh! Why was he torturing me? "That is, if it's okay with you, Mrs. Matthews."

 

 

"Oh please, call me Marissa!" I mentally scoffed at my mother. If she were my age, she wouldn't stand a chance against Harry's charm. "I suppose you can help out tonight. Since you and Austin are such good friends." Good friends? Since when? I sighed and walked into the kitchen with a stack of plates. I placed the dishes in the sink and turned on the water. Harry Styles and I were going to have a serious talk. He strolled in the kitchen like nothing was wrong, like he hadn't just invaded my personal space, like he knew that I'd kind of enjoyed it...

 

 

 

"Do you want to wash while I dry?" I just glared at him. Was he serious? "Or you could dry..."

 

 

"What in the heck was that?!" I whispered harshly to him.

 

 

"What?" Innocence is definitely not something Harry can feign.

 

 

"Oh I don't know, you rubbing your hand dangerously close to my...my...you know!" Harry took in my flustered expression without emotion. Then he started laughing at me. Can you believe that? I mean maybe I could've chosen better words, but still!

 

 

"Pussy? Vagina?" He said and I slapped him on the chest. "Look, the first time was unintentional. You didn't seem to mind, so I kept at it."

 

 

"How can you say that like it was nothing?"

 

 

"Because it was nothing. It's not like anything was going to come of it. Why are you so upset?"

 

 

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you bet on me?" He sighed and placed his dishes in the sink. "Look, I'm not like all the girls you hang out with."

 

 

Harry rolled his eyes. "What's so different? The cheerleading uniform?"

 

 

"It's not something I like to talk about." I muttered in annoyance. 

 

 

"Stop acting so innocent, Matthews." I'm completely confused about Harry at this point. Did he actually not know one thing about me? 

 

 

"I'm a virgin, Harry. As in, never been touched, never been to first base!" I hissed. His mouth fell open, but he snapped it shut soon after. "Congratulations, you're the first guy to feel me up." I half expected him to do a fist pump, or smile cockily. But he didn't. He was quiet, and he barely stared at me. I don't get this guy..

 

 

"Well, in that case, I feel like an ass." Harry said after a long moment.

 

 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "What? Why?"

 

 

"I said all that stuff about your virginity earlier. I...if I'd known, I wouldn't have been so bold about it." Was this his way of apologizing? I mean it's an almost apology, almost.

 

 

"Are you...trying to apologize?"

 

 

"Yeah, a little bit." He chuckled. I laughed, though I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to.

 

 

"Um, thanks I guess." What was I supposed to say now? Anything I said could, and would be used against me in the form of humiliation.

 

 

"So you've really never been kissed?" Harry asked, without amusement but more in disbelief.

 

 

"Um...yeah. It's not something I'm proud of either."

 

 

"Why then?"

 

 

"Why what?"

 

 

"Why haven't you been kissed?" He gave me this look, like I was stupid or something. Ugh! He's doing that thing again. I can't tell if he's trying to be a jerk or my friend right now.

 

 

"You think it's my choice? You think I want to be innocent little Tallulah?!" Okay, so it was kind of my fault since I wanted to wait around for prince charming. By the way, he's just a myth. There was only one prince, and Cinderella got to him first. Sorry to break it to you all.

 

 

Harry shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, you aren't ugly, so you can't blame the male population for it." I was angry. Not at myself, but at the fact that he was right. I couldn't blame the guys for my virgin lips. "Your silence means that you agree with me." I hate the cocky way that he talks. I hate the fact that he knows he's right. I really hate the fact that he's always right about me.

 

 

"So what?" I know that was an extremely immature response, but my brain might have shut down.

 

 

"So maybe you need to stop being so scared. God, it's like you need someone to hold your hand and walk you through it." I would've thanked God for Harry's words if I didn't have such a dirty reason for loving them.

 

 

"That's it!" I randomly blurted. Harry looked at me like I was insane, but you know what? I don't care. He's going to be the answer to my problems. "You can help me."

 

 

"Help you with what exactly?" How do I explain this without sounding desperate?

 

 

"Okay, you have to hear me out." He rolled the green eyes of his and nodded. I turned my back to make this easier to say. "What if, you helped me with my lack of; let's call it, physical contact?" I said, beginning to wash the dishes.

 

 

"What?" I winced at his tone. It wasn't menacing, but it wasn't so pleasant either.

 

 

"I mean, what if you taught me how to be physical with a guy?"

 

 

"Physical?" He asked dumbfounded.

 

 

"Yeah, like how to kiss and stuff..."

 

 

"Kiss?"

 

 

"Yes! Now could you please stop repeating everything I say? Someone could walk in!" I whispered to him. He held his hands up to surrender. We were silent, and it was making me anxious. The longer the quiet lasted, the stupider I felt.

 

 

"Why would I help you?" Harry questioned slowly, grabbing a towel go dry some of the washed plates.

 

 

"Because I'm your good friend Austin's sister?" I replied lamely. 

 

 

"You also need help at persuading people." Harry said rolling his eyes. "I'm pretty sure that's a big ass reason why I shouldn't help you out." Darn! He was right again. Think Tally, what is something that Harry wants?

 

 

"My underwear." I muttered.

 

 

"What?"

 

 

"I'll give you my underwear if you help me out." Harry's drying slowed down. He was definitely listening. "You bet your friend that you could sleep with me and deliver my underwear as proof."

 

 

His eyes widened. "You want me to sleep with you?" 

 

 

My cheeks were on fire now. "No! I mean, we'll cross that type of bridge of it comes to that. I mean, I'm not saying that I want to...you know, but you could just explain it-"

 

 

"I get it, Matthews. You'll give me your underwear if I help you?"

 

 

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yes. You'll win your bet and I'll have the knowledge I need to survive in this world."

 

 

Harry's eyes twinkled in amusement. He really did have gorgeous eyes."...a little dramatic don't you think?" 

 

 

"Yeah, but...just say you'll agree." I said, trying not to be embarrassed by our whole conversation. He was silent, and I may or may not have been shaking. He turned to me and did that smile of his. 

 

 

"Okay, I'll help you. One condition though." Harry replied, smirking lightly upon noticing my face, knowing fully well that I was scared of his 'one condition'.

 

 

"What?"

 

 

"You have to give me the red lace thong you bought today." Harry insisted softly, although I could see his gaze darkening.

 


Instantly, I was all red I the face. I simply nodded and continued to do the dishes. We didn't say much the remainder of the time we spent in the kitchen. Harry and my brother disappeared to the "man lair" and I went to my room. It was a few hours later when he finally left the house. As I watched him walk down the hall toward the door, he turned to me and winked. That's when I realized that I had no idea when exactly the lessons would begin.

 

 

 

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Authors Note: quick update yay :) please let me know if you like this chap, things start to get interesting from here! 

 

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