Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 28- Garden Kisses

Blair's POV

You never know someone until you live with them.

At Least that's what my mom always tells me.

And now I'm starting to think she is right.

I'm not technically living with Harry, but I might as well be. Every chance I get, I come up with some ridiculous excuse about my whereabouts to my parents, just so I can see him. It's usually sleeping over at Megan's, but this time I told them I was going on a skiing trip with Maya's family.

Instead of going on a ski trip, I spent the entire weekend on the farm with Harry, and I learned so many new things about him.

The first thing I learned is that Harry is an exercise freak. He wakes up every morning at six-thirty am and does laps around this five hundred acre farm. I'm not sure exactly where he goes on runs, but he doesn't usually come back until eight-thirty, and yes, I'm still asleep.

Despite being an exercise freak, and an amazing athlete, he eats like complete shit. I've seen him eat Kraft mac n cheese for breakfast and potato chips and cookies for dinner.

I also learned that he has no clue how to keep organized. There is always a trail of clothes following him everywhere that I have to pick up, homework and textbooks scattered all over the bed, and he constantly leaves the toilet seat up.

The little things I have learned about him are by far the best. Like how he traces circles on my back while I fall asleep, or how halfway through our movie, he gets bored and gets all handsy with my body.

Most importantly, I have learned that I love living with Harry. I love waking up to him back in bed after his run, freshly showered. I love it when he attempts to cook us dinner but almost burns down the house, so we just end up ordering pizza instead.

Harry is my boyfriend, and I love him.

I have been trying to find the right moment to pop those three letters at him, but it's been hard.

It's actually been hard to have any serious type of conversation with Harry because this entire weekend, he has had his face buried in between my legs, and I have had his dick in my mouth. We haven't had sex yet, we were close to it on the first night I spent at the farm, but I was so scared of freaking out. I know it's just Harry, but sometimes I fall way too into my head. So we decided to wait and do other things for now.

Don't get me wrong, having Harry in between my legs every night was a great distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. I've been meaning to try to talk to him about college and his future plans—our future plans. But I have no luck because I'm such a horny piece of shit.

We haven't even talked about the argument that happened with his father. On the ride home, he said he couldn't talk about it. He said he needed time to cool off. I feel all of the sexual actions that took place this weekend are just a way to distract himself from his family. He is going to have to face these problems sooner or later. I just don't want to push him to do that if he is not ready.

"You're up?" Harry comes back from his morning run in his black three-inch running shorts, no shirt, his apple watch on his wrist, and my pink headband pushing his curls out of his face.

"Yeah. My Dad called. He wanted to know what time I'll be home."

"What time is that?"

"Three o'clock."

Harry looks at his watch and then strides closer to my side of the bed. "We have a good bit of time then. You wanna sit on my face?"

"Harry!" I yell, trying to push him away from me.