sex journal [nourry au] [no updates]

rosy pink lips

LOUIS
// i want to feel your fingertips on my hips //

It's two weeks later when I see Harry next. Recently, we kissed. And I swear, nothing could compare to the feeling. I feel myself flashing back to that night with every passing day, and each time I just want him more. I crave the feeling of his lips again and it's all I've been talking about.

When I see him in school my heart falls to the bottom of my stomach and suddenly I'm suffocating on the fondness that I've grown to harbour for him.

"Have you been writing in that sex journal?" Louis asks me as I stare at Harry from across the lunchroom, "because I don't think you have."

"What, you want me to write about sex every five seconds?" I ask him, laughing.

"No Louis," Niall sighs, "you're my friend. And honestly it's a better outlet than binging on the five second stares you get during lunch."

"Hey," I pout, "maybe I like those."

"Or, it just looks creepy."

"Whatever."

"And aren't you a bloody virgin?"

"So what?" I insist, "that means I'm not allowed to fantasize?"

"Louis you've never had any experience..." Niall whispers, "how are you gonna know what you're doing if you do anything with Harry?"

"I..." I realize he has a point, "this is true. What do you suggest?"

"Who's the only person you know that isn't a virgin?"

"Liam."

"Wha--" Niall looks at me in disbelief, "he lied about his vacation! He didn't lose it!"

"You're fucking kidding," I chuckle, "that joke! So then..."

He raises his eyebrows and then I know what he's saying; he's the only person I know that's been deflowered.

"Oh...oh."

"Yeah," he nods, "I'm offering to help you out."

Niall's offer definitely goes into my 'what the fuck' box as I stare at him in disbelief,

"How exactly would you be teaching me...?" I ask cautiously. He adjusts his glasses and runs a hand through his hair,

"If you're one of those guys that cares dearly about his virginity, then I won't be helping at all."

"I'm not," I roll my eyes, "sex is sex. Virginity is nothing to me."

"Good," he smiles, getting up from his seat as the bell rings, "we start on your call."