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.



3. Chapter Three

Sexual Education:


Chapter Three:


~London’s P.O.V.~


I back up as Harry takes a step towards me. In an instant my back hits the wall and I whimper when he moves his face down to mine, for a second I think he’s going to kiss me, but I’m proven ultimately wrong when he moves a strand of hair out of my face. I take deep breaths and I lean my cheek against his hand, currently cupping my face. He smiles down at me and then just like that, all touch is gone and Harry has himself plopped down on my bed.


“Come here.” He says and I move slowly towards him, taking my time to reach him. He chuckles when I stand a good three feet away from him and reaches his hand out to me.


Hesitantly I place my hand in his and he pulls me close to him. I gasp and he encircles his arms around my hips. I look down at him and he has his mouth against my stomach.


“First lesson: Kissing.” He said and then pulled away from me. It was like slow motion as he pulled my hand towards him and I fell down on his lap. His hands were firm on my waist, supporting me and then I felt it. I felt his soft lips on mine, taking control of my own.


My hands instantly went up to his hair and breathlessly pulled back. I panted heavily, it felt as if he was trying to suck out all the air I have inside of me.


“We need to work on that.” He said and I frowned. What?


His hand goes to my neck and the next thing I know, he has me pinned down on my bed.  He wiggled my hips in a way that made my legs open slightly and like that, he was laid between my legs. Chest against chest. Abdomen against abdomen and legs tangled.


“Comfortable?” I joke and he laughs, but doesn’t say anything as he moves slightly higher, so that his face was more in line with mine.


“You obviously know how to kiss, but can you French?” He smirks and I raise my eyebrow.




“So you know that it’s not all about the tongue? It’s about the movement and the in synch-ness of the couple’s lips. Also, you have to build it up, you don’t want to just force your tongues down each other’s throats. You’ll choke each other.” He said and I nodded, as if I understood his every word.


“You have to enjoy the moment. Build up to the delight, the pleasure. So I suggest we just count up to 5 and then slowly slip your tongue in. and it doesn’t have to be all ‘fight for dominance’ either. Just a casual French.” He said and I nodded slowly. Harry then moved closer to me, I breathed in slowly and then I once again felt the minty taste of his lips upon mine. His hand moved lower to my waist and my fingers gripped the collar of his shirt.




His warm tongue slipped into my mouth, parting my lips slightly and I copied his actions. As the seconds went on, it started getting more intense and heated. I felt Harry’s hands go lower and lower until her reached my leg, the back of my knee. The body part was lifted to wrap around his lower half and I clung to him.


I was whimpering by the time his hips started grinding against mine and surprised at the friction creating. I moaned when he bit my lip and sucked my lip. His hips still moving against mine and tongues still lapping over, I rested my hands in his hair and fisted the curls, tangling my fingers in his hair.


“What is going on in there?! London why is this door locked?!” Harry and I sprung apart when my father’s voice boomed on the other side of the door. Panic washed over my whole body when the door handle started jiggling.


“I’ll be right there!” I called and turned to Harry, “Get out!” I shouted in a whisper and pushed him towards the window.


“We’ll continue this tomorrow.” He said and kissed my lips once more, before leaving out of the window. I straightened out my clothes and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it for my father.


“Who is in here?” He asked. Immediately inviting himself into my bedroom and looking around, not even asking to go into my connected bathroom and study as he intruded on my privacy.


“Dad! No one is in here.” I stop him when he crouches down to look under the bed. He rolls his eyes and walks over to me.


“If I find out that you had a boy in here, I won’t even hesitate to close your college fund account.” He said and narrowed his eyes at me. I roll my eyes and look down.


“Did you hear me?!” He asks and I push at his shoulders instinctively.


“Yes! I fucking heard you!” I shout and that’s when I feel the sharp sting against my cheek. The force of the slap causes me to fall back onto the bed and I hold my cheek in my hand as tears start falling from my blue eyes. He glares at me, leaving me alone to cry in my room.



This was the first time my father has ever slapped me, but what hurts the most is that my mother didn’t even bother to come check on me. I cry softly as I move over to the light and switch off my ceiling light and climb into bed. The lamp shuts off and I drift into a dreamless sleep.






I pull my beige sweater over my head and flatten the material out. My necklace is clasped and I stare at myself in the mirror. I smile and tug the brush through my hair a couple more times, before heading towards my bathroom.


I stop and look at my face up close. There is a red tint on the side of my cheek and I instantly grab my makeup bag. Foundation is rubbed, brushed and powered onto the fading bruise in attempt to hide my father’s short temper.


My plan for the day is to get out of the house without being noticed by my parents, ace my Biology final and work on the English project with Harry.


After making sure that there is no sign of the force that had collided with my cheek the previous night and that I’ve got light mascara on, walk out of my bathroom. As I grab my phone and bag, my cell vibrates; indicating a message,


I’m on the side of your house. Taking you to school.



Even in his messages, he’s demanding.


I slowly open my bedroom door and softly close it behind me. Tip toeing down the stairs and quickly grabbing a apple, I’m out of the house without being seen or heard.


When I’m outside, there’s no sign of Harry, but I quickly remember the text. I walk around my house and surely there he is in his big black Range Rover on the corner of the street.  I walk over to the vehicle and knock on Harry’s window. He jumps slightly in his seat and I stifle a laugh.


“Hey.” I smile at him when he gets out of the car. I watch him stare me up and down and he looks up at me with a smirk.


“Okay, this,” He gestures to my clothes ( , “won’t do.” He chuckles. My mouth falls open and he laughs even more.


“C’mon, I’m taking you shopping.” He says still laughing, my hand is clasped in his and he leads me around the a car, to the passenger side. The door is yanked open and he helps me up the small step and into the lemon scented driving appliance.


“What about school?” I ask when he’s back in the car and next to me.


“We’ll just ditch. It’s not like we do anything anymore. They just give us stupid no-credit assignments to keep us in school until we’ve got our big finals.” He explains. I gasp remembering my biology test.


“Harry, I’ve got a Bio test, I can’t just skip schoo-“


“Babe, relax. You’ll just write the exam tomorrow.” He winks and without another word, the ignition is started and we’re cruising to the mall.





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