The Book Of Love -Harry Styles-

*Previously called 'Sexual Education' Now more appropriate*
“So let me get this straight. Sweet, smart little London wants me to teach her how to have sex? So that she can lose you virginity before graduation?” Harry asked me, quoting my words.

“Look if you don’t want to, forget it.” I attempted walking away, but I was pulled back by the wrist. I looked at Harry and he smirked.

“I never said no, but I have a little condition.” He said.

“I get to be the one that takes away all of your innocence.” He spoke. I thought about it for a moment, before placing my hand in his.



9. Chapter Nine

Sexual Education:


Chapter Nine


~London’s P.O.V.~


My eyes blink open fluttering as a wake up. My head snaps to the side once the sun shines in my eyes. I take a glimpse at Harry’s sleeping figure next to me and smile. I straighten myself up slowly, trying not to make too much movement in order to keep Harry asleep. I look around and find my body moving around the small building and to the front door of Harry’s place.


My hands fumble with the doorknob before I can fully turn the nub and push open the door. Very soft and faint snores fill the quite room as I walk in and close the door behind me. I walk over to Lux and see that she’s fast asleep, her tiny hands are clutching the pillow beside her and her head lays slump on the mattress. Without being able to control myself, I move forward and very delicately I place her small head on a pillow that’s been discarded to the floor.


She stirs slightly, but makes no gesture to wake up as she burries her head deep into the white cushion. I smile and pad back over to the kitchen, deciding on making some breakfast for us all. After searching for merely minutes, all I seem to have found was bread, mustard and some jam.


I scowl as I put back the mustard and grab a butter knife from the middle drawer. I pace around the small space in quest to find a toaster and smile delighted when I find a two-slice silver toasting appliance at the back of one of the cupboards.


As I’m smearing some strawberry jam on four slices of toast, the door behind me creaks open. Presuming it is Harry, I make no effort to turn around and greet him.


“Morning. Lux is still asleep, but I thought I’d make us some breakfast.” I say and spread the red, somewhat pinkish jam over the last piece of toast. When Harry doesn’t reply me, I place the slices of toast on a glass plate and turn around. I gasp and the two chine white plates crash to the ground.


“Hi. I’m Harry’s dad.”



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