Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 24- A Family Of Your Own To Love

Harry's POV

Confused.

That's what I am.

Fucking confused.

Last night Blair gave me some mind-blowing head. I ate her out, and then she quite literally ran away.

I hope I wasn't too rough with her last night. It's been so long since I have seen her in that way. I just got way too caught up. I underestimated how much I could miss Blair. Her smell, her voice, her taste. It was all too much last night. It didn't help that she was fucking good at that shit. Her mouth was like heaven, and I came embarrassingly fast, but I couldn't help myself.

She apparently came to talk, but we didn't do a whole lot of talking.

We still needed to actually speak to each other. I wanted her back. I wanted her back so fucking bad, but it's not my place. I fucked up horribly, and if she wants me back in her life again, I want it to be her decision, not mine.

Honestly, I have so much on my mind.

Gemma is back for break, and we both decided we would go to Mom's house together for dinner tonight. I was surprised that Gemma was so willing to come with me. I know she is not mom's biggest fan either, but I'm glad we mutually decided to go together. I don't think I could go alone. I had all this pent up anger towards my mother, and I was afraid of what I would say. I think Gemma coming will keep me grounded. Gemma has always been the level headed one out of the two of us.

"Harry!" Coach calls out my name once we finished practice.

"What's up coach."

He grins at me. "How is the leg?"

"It's good," I tell him. My leg has been feeling much better than before. I myself have been feeling a lot better too. I was still confused about the situation with Blair, but seeing her last night did spark my mood.

"I want to start putting you in full games. Your physical therapist will swing by during morning practice to clear you. How does that sound?"

My mind quickly goes back to the day I was in the showers, and I overheard his conversation with Cunnings.

"On whose terms?" I ask sternly, wiping the sweat that was dripping down my forehead with a small towel.

"What do you mean?"

"On whose terms? Cunnings or yours?"

Coach looks around cautiously before pulling me to the side, away from other players.

"How do you know about that?"

I laugh under my breath. "I was in the showers when both of you were talking about it." I pause. "You are always honest with me, coach. What is going on?"

He sighs. "Cunnings wants you to play. Your skills and your last name brought us a lot of press and funding. When you got injured, the press stopped showing up, lots of organizations pulled out their funding because our star player was down."

I roll my eyes. "Great. So you guys don't care about my health, right? As long as I bring us a champion win, it doesn't matter if I can't walk again."

"Hey!" Coach yells, grabbing my attention before I could storm off. "Harry, you know I wouldn't want you to play if I thought you had a chance of injuring yourself again. I don't like Cunnings. Never have and never will."

Shit. Of course, he doesn't like Cunnings. His daughter got assaulted, and Cunnings told her there was nothing he could do about it.

"Scouts are back to asking about you. I know you don't know where you want to go and play yet, but going back to playing full games will help these scouts notice you even more. Also, I want you to be one hundred percent in the clear by your physical therapist before you go out there and play. You know I still got your best interest at heart Harry. Always do."