Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 6- Teaching

Blair's POV

"I didn't mean that," I quickly retorted, slapping my mouth with the palm of my hand, not believing what I just said to the boy in front of me.

I don't know if it was the blunt I smoke or the three vodka shots I had before I got here, but I just asked Harry fucking Styles to teach me how my clit work.

If that isn't embarrassing, I don't know what is.

"Hey, hey, don't get shy on me now love."

"I mean, I meant that. I only meant that if you wanted to, but if you don't, I completely understand, and we can just move on with our lives like I never said that, because it didn't, But we can do that if you want that to happen."

"Do you want this to happen?" Harry asks, moving his face closer to mine.

Our foreheads were about a centimeter away from touching, and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Only if you want me to help, I'll help," He reassures me.

The best I could do was not my head in confusion. I was not confused because I didn't understand what was going on, but confused because Harry Styles, a guy I thought would never find me remotely attractive, is offering to help me get off. My brain was overwhelmingly confused with the events that were unfolding right in front of my eyes.

"I need you to use your words Blair."

"Yes," I whisper, making direct eye contact with him. "Yes, I want this."

Harry's eyes search mine for any doubt before speaking. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, fuck Harry. I need you to do something," I wine, squeezing my thighs together.

His lips find mine, and I can't explain the sparks that went off in my stomach. My fingertips felt like there was electricity flowing through them and the ache between my legs only intensified as Harry kept his lips on mine.

I was clearly nervous about everything, but Harry remained confident, taking control, parting my lips so that his tongue could slip in.

This was major progress for me, and I knew when I got home, it would be the first thing I would write down in the journal my therapist gave me. A couple months ago, I would have never kissed a boy, let alone be in the same room as one. I was proud of myself and definitely excited for the reward that was about to come.

Harry tilted my chin up with his fingers, giving him access to my jawline. He presses light kisses there, bringing his hands down to my side, rubbing up and down.

"Does that feel good love?" 

The only response I could give him was in the form of a weak whimper.

"What about here love?" He asks again but continues his trails of kisses down to my neck.

"S-so good."

"So you like my lips on your neck, good to know," he mutters, ghosting his lips over the sensitive area.

"Where can I touch you?" He hums out, keeping his lips attached to my neck.

"Anywhere," I answer, slightly out of breath. "But I want to keep my clothes on. If you are okay with that."

Harry frowned at me, spinning me around, so I'm facing him. He places one finger under my chin, lifting my head so that we could make eye contact. "Blair, I'm okay with anything that makes you comfortable."

"Sorry, I just-"

Harry cuts me off. "No. You don't owe me an apology. You don't owe anyone an apology, got it?" Harry's voice became assertive and almost worrisome.