Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 26- Stealing Hearts Teslas and Wallets

Blair's POV

It was about 7:30 am when I woke up with a mouth full of Harry's hair.

He had his arm securely wrapped around my waist, and his fingers splayed over my tummy. His curls somehow ended up draped over my face and landed into my mouth. I noticed from last night that his hair was getting significantly longer. It was cute, and I definitely didn't mind it.

Harry is usually good at waking up on time; because of his morning practices for soccer (which he doesn't have today. I know this because I committed his schedule to memory). I thought I would let him sleep in today. As much as he says he is fine sleeping in his car, I know there's no way he is getting a decent amount of sleep. We both have been working really hard in school, and it wouldn't hurt us to show up a little late today.

I wiggle my way out of Harry's grasp and decide against taking a shower. Not only did I want to wait for Harry to take one with me, but I also wanted to keep his shirt on as long as possible.

Last night was amazing. I was so nervous when I saw Harry at my house. I still liked him, and I'm glad I forgave him. I don't think any of Harry's actions came from ill intent. He was just doing what he thought was best, and because of that, he forgot about what I wanted. It has happened before, even with my own parents. After they found out what happened with Justin, they wanted to move pack up our whole family. They thought it would be best if I were able to get away from the town and never have to see Justin again. However, I didn't want to uproot my family's entire life.  It would be hard for them to find jobs, plus I already had a life here at Eastwood. It took my parents a while to fully understand that in this instance, it should be about what I want, not what they think is best.

In life, we are all going to make mistakes. I think it is about learning from those mistakes.  I trust Harry now more than ever. He was able to see where he went wrong and apologize to me. He also made it a fact to say that there was no pressure for me to forgive him or continue being his friend.

Now Harry is my boyfriend. My fucking boyfriend. I never thought I would get to say that out loud.

Harry Styles is my fucking boyfriend.

And he is sleeping in my fucking bed right now.

I get excited just thinking about Harry, but then I remember we have to go to college soon. I have my sights set on NYU, and Harry hasn't talked much about college. It's most likely a fragile subject for him. He mentioned last night at the dinner table that he hasn't gotten any offers yet. Hary is the best player in the entire county. Schools are probably just wary about taking on an athlete who has already suffered from an injury.

This is something I should talk to him about. I mean, his future involves me, right? Atleast I want it to. I do not doubt that Harry will get into some amazing school. If not for soccer, at least on an academic scholarship. Even if Harry goes to a different school than me, I'm sure we could make long-distance work. It would be sort of a struggle, but I already have so much money saved up. Wherever he chooses to go to school, I'm sure I could find a way to see him.

We could make it work.

As I'm flipping some omelets on the stove, I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my torso. "Ya' making me breakfast?" Harry grumbles deeply by my ear.

His morning voice was ten times deeper than his regular voice, and embarrassingly enough, I feel myself getting flustered under his touch.

"Yes," I squeak, "I am making you breakfast."

I turn off the stove once the omelets are done, and Harry turns me around, picks me up by my hips, and places me on the counter.

"Thank you. I appreciate that."