Teach Me How To Love

Chapter 9

Sophia's P.O.V.

Tapping my fingers along the banister as I slowly walked down the stairs, I checked the time; aniticipating the moment the doorbell would ring and Harry would arrive.

Sighing as I realized he wouldn't be here for another fifteen minutes, I skipped the last two steps and headed into the living room. My mum lay spread on our sofa, holding a book up in front of her face as she seemed to be lost in the world of the story she was reading. Sneaking up behind her, I quickly covered her eyes with the palms of my hands.

"Sophia.", she sighed the second her eyesight had been restricted. Scoffing, I sat down on the floor beside her. "I'm bored."

"Well Harry's supposed to be here any second now, why don't you start revising until he gets here?", she asked, stroking the top of my head as she turned a page over.

"What's the point?", I sighed, "We're gonna be studying non-stop anyway." I tried holding back a chuckle as I finished my sentence; fully aware that we wouldn't be.

Just then the doorbell rang, my body jumping up from the floor in an instant. Brushing my fingers through my hair and over my clothes as I stood before the door, I took a deep breath before clicking it open. My breath hitched in my throat the second I saw the twinkle in those jade eyes.

"Hi.", he grinned, his dimples prominent in both his cheeks. "Hey." Blushing instantly, I stepped to the side and beckoned him inside. "Where's your mum?", he whispered as he kicked his shoes off. "In the living room, why ar-" Cutting me off mid-sentence by pressing his lips to mine, he pulled my body into his. Grinning into my mouth, I couldn't help but reciprocate it, before pushing him backwards; slightly out of breath and flustered.

"Harry!" I giggled as he pressed his lips to mine once more; his hands resting firmly on the back of my hips as he pulled himself into me. "Hi Harry!" my mum shouted from the living room, her voice echoing melodically throughout the hallway.

"Hey, Mrs Manza..." he smirked into my lips, pulling away just far enough as to not muffle his words.

With that, I pulled myself from his grasp and turned my back to him; swaying my hips exaggeratedly as I walked, twisting my head over my shoulders and smirking at him as his eyes watched my every move.
"Come on then." I laughed, signalling him to follow.

I couldn't help but stare as I watched him remove his mac; his biceps flexing beneath his tight navy polo as he hung it over the banister. I could tell he'd been working out.

His shoulders were more defined than before, and his pecs stood taut beneath his shirt; not to mention his rippling abs that drew my eyes downwards to his restricting chinos. He never failed to get me going; sending my heart into a frenzy and body into a heated mess, like no other person had ever managed to do.

"What?" he grinned, eyeing himself up and down as I pursed my palmed lips.

"Nothing.", I gushed, clearing my throat before continuing my intended journey to the living room.

"How are you, my dear?", my mother laughed as she got up from the sofa, throwing her arms around Harry and giving him a tight squeeze. I didn't know whether I should think it a good or a bad thing my parents liked Harry so much: good, because maybe then they wouldn't be so pissed when I'd tell them we were together; bad, because then they'd hate him even more than if they hadn't developed any kinds of feelings towards him before.

"Very well, thanks, and you?", he asked exaggeratedly friendly and enthusiastic.

"I am quite good, darling, how was that exam you had the other day?"