Butterflies - H.S.

3

I'd thought about Mr. Styles all week since that Sunday. If anyone ever found out what I was thinking at night, my family would disown me.
I imagined him carrying me to bed, and gently laying me down. He would kiss my lips and play with my hair until I fell asleep.
I can't believe this. I am 16 he is 32. Other people would call it disgusting, shameful, horrible, awful. I could hear the voices in my head telling me how wrong it was. But it seemed completely normal to me.
It was a Monday, and time to get up for school. I went to a Catholic private school, where all the girls wore plaid skits, blouses, sweater vests, and knee high socks. I tiredly slipped on my uniform, and stood in my full length mirror admiring my reflection. I rolled my skirt band up, making it shorter, hoping I wouldn't get caught. I tied my hair into braids, one on either side of my head. I smoothed my hands over my skirt, as well as my blouse, making sure I looked presentable.
I put on my shoes and headed downstairs.
There sitting at the table was Maria.
"Morning," I said cheerfully.
She gave me a small smile, which I returned.
"Where's mom and dad?" I asked, looking around the kitchen for something to eat.
"They've gone out, I don't know what for, they said it's important." She replied, pouring a glass of milk.
Maria always made me feel insecure. She was gorgeous, with her long auburn hair reaching her waist. She had long legs and beautiful tanned olive skin, and her green eyes glimmered when she was happy.
Suddenly my parents walked through the door.
"Hi, girls," my father said.
"We have some news for you,"
Immediately I started listening.
"What would that be?" Maria asked, skipping over to where I was standing.
"We've hired the new Priest to tutor you in Christianity," my father beamed.
My stomach flipped.
"You mean... Mr. Styles?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Yes, is something wrong with that?" My mom questioned.
"No, sorry," I looked down.
"Ugh, honestly?" Maria sneered. "I'm going to school."
She whisked away her backpack and headed out the door, closing it with a slam.
"Your lessons start tonight. He is a very nice man, I'm sure you'll learn a lot." My dad smiled sweetly, ruffling my hair.
I smiled back. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome, Annabelle." He kissed the top of my head. "Now off to school."
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I sat all day eagerly waiting for tonight to arrive. I couldn't wait to see Mr. Styles. And finally, it was 6:45 pm, which is when my 'lessons' started.
He arrived 2 minutes early, standing 6'3 feet tall in the doorway. He wore khakis, and a baby blue sweater with a white collared shirt underneath, similar to what he wore when we first met.
"Good evening, I'm Mr. Styles." He said with his deep, husky voice.
"I'm Annabelle," I gently shook his hand, almost melting at his touch.
"Me and your father have to go out and do some errands, we'll be back after your lessons, okay?" Mother said.
"Yes, that's alright," I smiled.
After my parents left, we sat down and the kitchen table.
"Where's your sister?" He asked.
"She's out," I replied, nervously biting my lip.
"Isn't she supposed to be part of the lessons as well?"
"Yes, please don't tell my parents. I could get in trouble. But she'll be back in around an hour."
"Our lessons are an hour and a half, correct?" Mr. Styles questioned.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Okay, that should give us enough time,"
My heart was practically beating out of my chest.
"Mr. Styles?"
"Yes, Annabelle?"
"If I may ask, what's your real name?" I said, pulling at the hem of my blouse revealing my collarbone. His eyes trailed to the patch of bare skin.
"It's... Harold, but please call me Harry." He spoke with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Mines Annabelle, but call me Bella," I smirked.