Harry's P.O.V.
Thanking Sophia's mum for the piece of cake and cup of tea she placed in front of me, I took a sip. My eyes subconciously darted to my front, Sophia's deep green eyes meeting mine casually. Her mouthends curled up into a smile and I retaliated it, giving her a friendly nod. The actual dinner had gone by pretty well; the food tasting, if I may say so, fucking amazing. That woman sure knew how to cook. The conversation had been flowing the entire time, all different kinds of questions being asked. Sophia's cheeks had turned a dozen shades of red whenever her mother and father started telling me some stories about her and her childhood. I just smiled and chuckled along, enjoying this free dinner; and the people weren't half that bad either.
I had originally thought that the only subject we would be talking about would be the tutoring; but in fact, it only got mentioned once. Sophia's mother shook her head in disappointment at her daughter's lack of talent in French, mainly because she had graduated school with nothing but A* in this subject; but then again, according to parents, everyone graduated with nothing but A*'s back in the day.
Shaking my head and smiling, I told them she was actually not that bad and just needed a bit of help; which she got from me willingly. As long as I was paid; which, of course, I didn't say out loud.
A loud chuckle warped me back to reality, Sophia's mother shaking her dark brown hair from side to side as she laughed.
"It's so exciting, the engagement and all. I remember Sophia's cousin and that boy from her class getting together when they were about Sophia's age. And now they're getting married! How time flies."
I nodded as I took a bite of the cake; practically experiencing an orgasm at the taste of the chocolate. Fuck, that was good. "Sophia for example has never had a boyfriend", her mum continued talking as I continued eating this masterpiece of a chocolate cake. "It's such a shame, though, she's such a beautiful girl, isn't she?"
Nodding as I chewed, I said, "Yeah, yeah, she is.", then finished the last bits off. I leant back in my chair and held my stomach; full and satisfied. My eyes wandered around the room and then, again, landed on Sophia. She was staring at me, her cheeks a shade of magenta, she nibbled the inside of her cheek. Giving her an amused, yet questioning look, she just shrugged her shoulders, then lowered her eyes to her coffee again.
Sophia's P.O.V.
My stomach churned as I registered what Harry had just said. Okay, so he didn't exactly say I was beautiful, but he responded, without a doubt. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks as Harry's gaze landed on me; smirking as he raised his eyebrows slightly. There was something about him that I couldn't resist. He was older than any boy I'd ever known, thus instantly more attractive. Not to mention his intelligence and humour that accompanied his incredible looks.
I was hurled back to reality as my dad cleared his throat, repeating my name as he tried to gain my attention.
"Huh?" I jumped, suddenly extremely aware that my mouth was slightly agape and eyes fixed in Harry's direction once more.
"Why don't you show Harry to the door. I think you've got some work to be doing, don't you?"
I rolled my eyes as my father's authority dampened the relaxed atmosphere of the room, sighing as I gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.
"Let me help", Harry's voice shot across the room, smiling as he jumped from his seat and accompanied me to the kitchen.
My heart pounded as I felt his presence behind me; his lingering scent teasing my senses as he brushed past me. We both mirrored each other's steps as we tried to pass each other once more, laughing awkwardly as we shifted from foot to foot until one of us eventually gave way.
"Right, I'd better be off then. I think I've outstayed my welcome," Harry laughed, flashing me a cheeky grin that made his dimples even more prominent than usual, and jawline even more so cutting.
"Don't be silly, it's been...nice", I smiled, running my fingers through my hair as I chewed on my cheeks. His grin persisted as we locked eyes once more; my cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink for the hundredth time that night.
Pull yourself together, Sophia!
"I'll see you on Wednesday, babe." Babe?
"Yeah, cool. See you then."
I smiled as he left; my heart and head rushing into a frenzy as soon as the door closed behind him.
God, I wanted him.
Harry's P.O.V.
Twisting the key, I pushed my door open; relieved to finally be home again, I already saw the shoes of my two roommates scattered across the floor; Louis and Niall.
"Welcome home, baby!", I heard the ever so familiar Irish accent of Niall echo through the entire apartment, his spiky, blonde hair peering through the ajar living room door. "Hey.", I replied somewhat monotonously; suddenly feeling very tired. "Where have you been, man?", Louis asked as he strolled back into the living room in his boxers, coke in his hand. "I was at Sophia's."
"Sophia? Who the fuck is Sophia?", he asked, looking at me in pure confusion. "The girl I'm tutoring."
"Oh, right! The student.", Niall laughed. "You were tutoring her that late? After hours, huh?" His eyebrows rose, wiggling them smugly. Hitting the back of his head as I slumped myself onto the space beside him, I shook my head. "Nah, her mother made me stay for dinner."
"Right, already meeting parents, huh?"
Showing him the middle finger in all its glory, I squinted my eyes together in annoyance. "Fuck off, man, she's like 17. There's nothing going on."
"Well is she hot?", Louis asked, placing his feet on my lap. Pushing them off, I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't know."
"Ohhh, does Styles have a little crush on his tutee? Cheeky..." Niall mocked, patting me on the back as he walked past.
"Seriously guys...drop it", I laughed, slumping myself on the sofa below and kicking my feet up.
Louis flicked the TV on and joined me on the armchair opposite.
"So, you would fuck her then?" he smirked as he broke the silence, leaning forward attentively as he raised his eyebrows at me.
"Lou!"
"I'll take that as a yes then", he mumbled smugly, averting his eyes back to the TV.
"Whatever",I huffed, defeated.
I furrowed my brow; I was exhausted.
"I'm going to bed", I murmured, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen as I dragged my feet along the floor.
"Ok, night."
Louis kept his eyes to the TV as I left the room. "Sweet dreams about banging your tutee!" He called out as an afterthought. I could hear the smirk in the tone of his amused voice, and couldn't help but reciprocate.
"Night Lou."
I dismissed his comments and shook my head, not even giving them a second thought.
