Sophia's P.O.V.
"But, Mum!" I screeched in protest, shooting her daggers from across the room.
"No 'buts' Sophia. You will have your lesson with Harry in the dining room, where I can see and hear you. End of."
"You're being ridiculous." I sulked, scooping my notes up from my bedroom desk and cradling them hastily out of the room and down the stairs.
I rolled my eyes as my Mum called after me, reeling off some generic spiel about it being for my own good, and that it's what I get for 'breaking the rules'.
I slammed my folder down on the mahogany table; making sure my frustration was evident. I hadn't seen Harry in five days, and the one time I could was to be supervised by my overly-annoying and protective mother.
"Stop sulking, Sophia!" my mum called down the stairs patronisingly; her tone making my heart race and fists clench. Just as I was about to retort with some not-so-planned sarcasm, the doorbell rang; echoing throughout the house. I jolted from my spot, practically hurling myself at the door before wrenching it open, to be greeted by Harry's typical cheeky grin and glistening eyes.
"Hey-" I quickly cut off his soft greeting with the oppression of my lips upon his.
I kissed him desperately, savouring his taste that I'd been deprived of for what felt like months. Our fingers entwined tightly as our lips refused to part; neither wanting to let go first.
"God, I've missed you." Harry breathed heavily, resting his chilled forehead against my own.
"You too." I grinned, placing a quick kiss on his deep pink lips before prising my body from his reassuring hold.
I shifted my eyes frantically over him from head to toe: masses of chocolate brown curls; slightly flushed cheeks; navy jumper revealing a slight expanse of tanned chest; silver chain draped over his jutting collar bones; beige chinos clinging in all the right places... He looked incredible, as he always did. Harry cleared his throat as he averted his eyes over my shoulder. I followed his gaze, tilting my chin over my shoulder to be greeted by my Mum, tapping her foot restlessly.
"Harry, apologies for the slight change of lesson conduct from now on" she began. "But I guess you remember what it was like to be an irresponsible teen..." Harry chuckled awkwardly; catching my agitated expression as he did so.
"It's no bother" he smiled, shifting his warm glance to me as if to try and calm me down.
"Well then come in, Harry, and you guys can get started right away. No time to lose, exams are getting closer!", She chirped happily, turning around and heading into the kitchen.
"I swear to God, if she weren't my mother...", I mumbled aggressively, an amused chuckle leaving Harry's lips.
"And what's so funny?", I asked, sarcastically cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing.", he grinned, "Come on, no time to lose!" I laughed as he mocked my mother's expression, butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach as he subtly brushed his fingers against mine as we headed into the dining room.
Out of habit, we sat right next toeach other; however forced to leave some extra space so no one would get suspicious. "I already went through those texts you told me to, so I guess we can move on to something else.", I shrugged.
"Good, that's great. Just be sure to go over them every once in a while so you dont forget everything."
"Yes, Sophia, do go over them! You always forget things so easily!" my mother's voice suddenly echoed from the kitchen. Widening my eyes in anger, I opened my mouth to retaliate loudly, when I suddenly felt Harry's fingers on my lips. "Don't." he whispered.
