Sophia's P.O.V
Painting the dark red colour of my nail varnish on my nails, I nibbled the inside of my cheek as I tried to hold back a grin. I had tutoring in less than an hour, which meant that Harry would be here pretty soon. It seemed somewhat surreal that he was the complete opposite to what I'd expected. He was extremely good looking, funny, nice, smart but not geeky.
Basically, he was everything I could've ever wished for in a guy, too bad he was tutor and would never ever be interested in me. That didn't stop me from fantasizing about him at all, thoughts. It was nice to finally have someone to fancy again, seeing as the lack of decent boys in this town was drastic.
Harry, however, was different. He was older, wiser, smarter and, not to mention, way better looking than any of those goosheads would ever be. His deep chuckle still echoed in my head when I thought back to the time we'd met. He'd been so witty and open about helping me with my French, I literally could not wait for this next lesson.
Finishing off my nails, I started blowing on them to get them to dry faster; walking over to my wardrobe I looked at myself in the large mirror attached to it. I thought about changing my outfit, somehow wanting to impress Harry; but then I decided my dark skinny jeans, a striped top and cardigan would just have to do. I had to look casual and normal, I was at home for God's sake. The sound of a knock on the door made me jump. Running my fingers through my hair and smacking my lips, I hurried downstairs.
Harry's P.O.V
I knocked firmly on the tall oak door as I watched my hot breath hit the chilled hair, moving briskly on the balls of my feet to keep warm. Surprisingly, the meeting with Sophia hadn't been half as bad as I'd anticipated. She was more mature than even the girl in my lectures, and much more intelligent than her parents gave her credit for. Much to my relief, I hadn't found myself staring at the three layers of foundation, a bad orange tan, and an ignorant and unwilling girl. Maybe this whole tutoring thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Hey!"
Her soft voice snapped my mind back to reality as I met her gaze, my eyes involuntarily scanning her deep green eyes and slender frame as she stood awkwardly before me.
"Come on in then." she laughed, stepping to the side as she beckoned me in. "The dining room's just down the hall and to the left. Give me a second whilst I get my notes."
"Sure." I smiled at her before following the direction of her gesture.
I sat myself down and spread my folders across the large mahogany surface of the table, drumming my fingers habitually as I waited for her.
Her house was how I'd pictured it; modern, yet classy. It wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't small in any means. I gazed out of the conservatory window to a huge stretch of frosted green grass that looked out on to the expance of countryside, shrouded by a gentle spring mist. It was a complete contrast to my - what I liked to call cosy - university accommodation.
"Sorry about that!" she sighed breathlessly, bursting through the door as she scattered her notes across the table.
"No bother." I smiled, waiting for her to sort herself out. "How are you anyway?" I knew I wasn't getting paid to make small talk, and I knew I'd initially said to myself that I didn't have to, but it was harmless. Plus, she was sweet; why shouldn't I take an interest in her life?
"Oh you know, bar college and work and the general strife of being a teen, I'm fine." she laughed, running her fingers through her brown hair as she finally settled. It was fascinating how much it glistened in the light of her house, the long waves flowing down her shoulders and back undulatingly.
"And you?" Her soft voice warped me back to reality; only now had I realized I'd stared at her. Smooth, Harry, I thought to myself, real smooth. Dickhead.
"I'm alright... Uni, work and life are just exhausting." Smiling at her, I glanced at the notes she'd placed on the table.
"I can't wait to go to Uni." Sophia said, taking a seat next to me.
"You should just enjoy your teen-years as long as you can. Life gets complicated enough later on." Returning my gaze to the notes in front of me, I grabbed them.
Sophia's P.O.V.
Maybe it was foolish of me, but I just couldn't fight the urge to sit next to him and not opposite him. I tried to act as normal as possible, his strong scent flowing up my nostrils making me somewhat nervous. God, behave yourself.
"You act like you're so old.", I laughed, hitting his arm playfully. "Well I'm 22. That's quite a bit older than you are." His voice seemed distracted as he gazed at the notes in front of him. "Not a lot, though. ", I shrugged. He lifted his gaze from the papers in front of him, an amused look on his face; a few of his chocolate curls hanging in his face. It was only now I actually realized how mesmerizing the colours of his eyes were; the mix of green and blue hypnotizing.
The banter in our conversation was hilarious, both of teasing each other in every other sentence. It was crazy how comfortable I seemed to be around him; and how oblivious he seemed to be to my pathetic ways of flirting with him.
After what felt like forever, he glanced at the watch on his wrist, his eyes widening. "Fuck, we've done nothing and it's been over 30 minutes." Sitting up straight, he ran his fingers through the front of his hair, taking the notes, that hadn't even been looked at for the past half hour, in his hands. "Okay, let's just-", he started off, but I interrupted him, placing my hand on his forearm. "Relax, Harry.", I chuckled. Sighing, he gave me a lopsided smile. "Good.. now let's get started."
Harry's P.O.V.
I was surprised at how eager Sophia was to really improve her language skills, her enthusiasm making this whole thing even more enjoyable and easier than I had thought. After the hour, or half an hour, had passed, I packed my notes back into my bag.
Sophia stood leant against the staircase as I slipped my coat on, her arms loosely crossed in front of her chest. "Alright," I said, " 'Til next week I guess."
The lock clicked as her mum stood flustered at the door; bundles of shopping under each arm. "Oh, hi Harry. " she grinned, bustling through the door and planting a small kiss on Sophia's cheek as she walked through to the kitchen.
"Hey, Mrs Manza", I called after her, laughing under my breath as her hectic lifestyle clearly didn't stop at the workplace.
She peered her head from the kitchen door just as I grabbed the handle. "You will stay for dinner, won't you darling?" she beamed at me. I looked at Sophia, whose face had flushed a deep shade of pink as she tried to cover her cheeks beneath her long dark hair.
"Oh it's fine, I don't want to put you to any bother." I smiled, pulling the door to as a rush of cold stole the warm air of the hall. "Nonsense. It's getting late and there's plenty to go around. Bolognese okay with you?"
She was confident and charming, and I could see where Sophia got a lot of her traits from. I smiled at Sophia awkwardly as she laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess you'd better stay then."
