the science project || l.h.

[thirty four] - [harry styles is a hot man]

A/N:

this chapter contains sexual content so... beware/have fun kiddos xx

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tall noodle: babe

tall noodle: hey babe

tall noodle: dont ignore me

tall noodle: will you answer

tall noodle: i can see you reading these olivia parker

Me: What do you need?

tall noodle: are your parents still in like new zealand or whatever

Me: Luke, they're in Darwin.

tall noodle: same thing. are they?

Me: Yes, why?

tall noodle: unlock your door be there in five

I set my phone down on my cluttered nightstand with a huff and get out of bed for one of the first times that day. It's a Saturday and I'm in a lazy state, where the only reasons I've gone outside my messy room were to pee and grab the leftover Chinese food that I picked up last night around midnight. My parents are visiting my needy, wealthy Aunt Christa up in Darwin and Zoe and Oliver are both at their friends' houses for the weekend. My parents thought it would be nice for me to have the house to myself for a few days, and I don't know why they don't do this more often.

I go downstairs and unlock the door per Luke's request and then go back to my room and change and brush my hair. I suppose Luke would appreciate it if I actually cleaned myself and my room up before he came. I haven't gotten out of my pj's, so I change into a pair of leggings and a band shirt of Luke's. I run a brush through my hair and then put it up in a bun. Before I can put my stuff away, I hear the door open and then shut. Footsteps tell me Luke is racing up the stairs and my door opens quite quickly. I peek my head out of my bathroom. "Hey, what's-"

"I needed to see you." He says. He's in his usual black skinny jeans, pair of Vans, and a grey tank top. The only thing I observe to be different today is the fact that he looks a bit panicked and he has a bit of a tent in his pants. My eyes widen a little bit. "Is it about-"

"Don't mention it." He interrupts, his eyes raking over me, bringing a little color to my cheeks. "What did you do, watch porn at... One in the afternoon?" I tease, but he's not having it. Luke comes over and grabs my hips, pulling me towards him.

"No, I did not. Can I not just have an urge to make out with my girlfriend?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a little bit of a smirk. Where is this all coming from... "You can," I counter, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses me and slowly backs me up against the wall, his hands tracing the outline of my small figure before settling on my ass. He taps it a little and I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He takes me to my bed and lays me down gently before climbing on top of me and kicking off his shoes.

At first it's just a heated make out session that leaves us both shirtless. That's as far as we've ever gone. But Luke starts to play with the waistband of my leggings and I get a little nervous. I didn't think we'd do anything different today... He pulls away from the kiss.

"Hey, if you don't want me to do this-"

"N-No, it's cool, I just, I don't want you to judge me."

Luke's eyebrows knitted together into a frown.

"Baby, why would I judge you? What's wrong? Are-Are there cuts? I-If there are, I don't-"

"No, no, nothing like that. I just... I haven't ever gotten very far with boys... You're the only boy that's gotten this far with me... And so I never really... It's gross, I'm sorry, I'll-"