Stubborn Love. /h.s/

prologue.

//Blake

"Quit stressing Blake" a voice rings out from next to me. "You look fine and you have looked fine since the last time you checked in the mirror 3 minutes ago"

I sigh and flip the sun visor up, leaning back I glance over and start mindlessly twirling the gold tassel that hangs on the right side of my head between my fingers.

"I know, I know. Today is just important to me is all, and I want to look good while I walk across the stage. Give everyone one last thing to remember about me" I smirk.

I hear a laugh from next to me. Looking over, he pops his head up and I make eye contact with those green ones I know all too well.

"Right right, of course. How could I have not known?" He teases back.

I smirk as he looks back out the car, bumping his head to the song that plays out through the stereo, drumming his hands along the steering wheel as he hums the words. I look out the window and take a deep breath, hoping that the nerves that keep rising up eventually go away. I stick my hand out the window as the hot June air flows through my fingers and brings me a sense of calm. I look at the trees that have now started to finally become green after being lifeless and dark for months.

I've waited for this day for as long as I could remember. Ending a part of my life, growing up, finally getting the hell out of this small town I have known my whole life. Today feels like the start of something new, something good. The life I've dreamt of my whole life is so close to me. Since I was little, I've always felt like I've been running a race. A race where I've constantly felt like a force was pushing against me. A race that has felt like a dark cloud is forever looming above me, waiting to pour down and cut me off short. But today, today I am finally crossing the finish line. I'm ending the race.

I'm lucky enough however, to be ending the race with the person that I've been with since the starter pistol went off all those years ago. I've always thought about how I would feel on this day, how I would look and where I would be heading off to. But one thing that I was certain of is who I would be with.

I feel a hand touch my face, as a finger pulls down on the lip I've been subconsciously chewing on as I got lost in my little bubble for a second.

"You're going to mess up your lip gloss B, and I swear on all things if you pull that mirror out one more time I will throw you out of my car."

I laugh out as I shove his shoulder.

"Fuck off! I was just thinking. Didn't even realize I was doing it" It's true. My anxiety has always caused my lips to get the short end of the stick. Whether it'd be biting them, or picking at them, they were constantly getting attacked by the running thoughts of my head.

He goes to speak when a familiar tune rings out in the car.

The beginning of Scott Street hums out in the car, as we both make eye contact. His smile so wide it causes crinkles by his eyes and for his dimples to poke out as I giggle at his excitement.

"Was this song choice intentional?"

"Maybe, maybe not." he teases but the way he pushes his lips to the side blows his cover.

"A bit cheesy, don't you think?"

"What's wrong with cheesy?"

"Nothing!" I laugh. "Just didn't take you for the type"

"Ah that's where you've got me all wrong Blake, I am a sucker for any cheesy moment I can get." he smiles

I laugh and roll my eyes. "Incredibly charming" I deadpan.

"You'll thank me for playing it in the future. When we're old and tired and don't have the patience for each other anymore, you'll remember this moment and thank me." he teases. "When you're sick of your future husband, you'll thank me for it again and when you're tired of chasing after your kids you'll ask me to play it for you again so you can remember your last day as just us being kids."

I shake my head as I laugh, "You've got us all figured out, haven't you? And future kids? Bold of you to assume I have the capacity to handle myself, let alone a bunch of little versions of me running around"

He looks over at me and smirks.

"Like I said, you'll thank me. Now quick, it's our favorite part. Sing with me!"

I throw my head back with a laugh as we sing out the words to one of our favorite songs of all time.

Anyway, don't be a stranger

Anyway, don't be a stranger

He laughs at our awful harmony and looks over at me. A fond expression on his face. He says nothing but stares at me, a cheesy grin forming on his face, followed by a more somber one

I furrow my brows. "What?"

He swallows as he looks at me. A small smile forming on his lips "I better not ever be a stranger to you, Blake" he says.

I stare at him as I subconsciously bite on my bottom lip again.

Looking at the eyes that reflect the early morning light, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. Like every other time I look at them. I speak out as I look into the windows to his soul. The soul I've gotten to become one with since the first time. A smile forming on my lips as I look at the boy I owe it all too.

"Harry Styles, I wouldn't ever dare to let you become a stranger to me"