Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 9- Heart On My Sleeve

Harry's POV

"Aye man, get off your phone I just painted your nails. You will fuck them up."  Gabe said sitting on my bed petting my dog Baxter.

Ever since middle school Gabe and I had a tradition where we would paint out nails matching colors before every game. Before highschool, our classmates used to make fun of us constantly and calling us gay. Now, people know better than to fuck with Gabe or me like that.

I was letting the yellow nail polish dry, but I also needed to send Blair the pictures of her yesterday. I stayed up all night editing them on my laptop and I was really proud of how they looked.

Once all the pictures sent through she messaged me back instantly.

Blair: Harry, These are so good! WTF how did you do this?

Harry: I did nothing, just photographed a pretty girl. The peaches really brought out your skin tone.

Blair: This means a lot to me, thank you.

Harry: Anytime Peach :)

I couldn't help the cheesy smile that was plastered on my face.

My smile only intensified when I noticed she posted the pictures on instagram and tagged me in them.

@HarryStyles thanks for the pictures

She was already getting a good amount of likes and comments on the pictures.

@Blair_Parker Anytime Peach :)

Gabe looks over my shoulder, "Are you texting Blair? Jesus man you are whipped. You better hope coach doesn't find out."

"There is nothing for him to find out. Blair and I are just friends."

That wasn't a lie. Blair and I were just friends.

"Maybe it's time you try a relationship Harry. Haven't seen you in a relationship since Daisy," Gabe mentions cautiously.

I blow at my nails in an attempt to dry them before speaking. "I wasn't ready for a relationship then, and I'm not ready for one now. Plus I can't hurt Blair like I hurt Daisy. Blair is too naive and kind for that, hell she would probably let me hurt her. I'm not letting a girl put up with my shit again."

"First off, give Blair the credit she deserves." Gabe pulls his shirt off to and tugs on his goalkeeper jersey. "From what I remember she is kind of a badass. Second of all, you were going through some serious shit when you dated Daisy. Yeah you hurt her, but it wasn't intentional. Your parents were going through a divorce, not even a year later you had your accident. You are way too hard on yourself sometimes."

I did like Blair. I most definitely had the fattest crush on her. Realized that when I took her to the farm. The problem is I like her, and care about her way too much to allow myself to act upon my feelings.

"Your Dad coming to the game?" I ask Gabe brushing off his previous statement.

"Nope, off with his girlfriend in some Carribean Island. You?"

I shake my head. "Business meeting."

Gabe and I were used to our parents not showing up to our games. My mom used to come when I was a kid, but ever since the divorce she hasn't come around. I didn't mind, as long as I had Gabe and Maya I would always be okay.

Gabe smirks. "Looks like it's just the two of us."

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I couldn't really focus on warming up correctly because I kept looking for Blair in the bleachers. It was twenty minutes until our game started, she had some time to show up. As I did my laps around the field my brain kept racking at the ideas why she would not come.

Maybe she got called in for a shift at work.

I saw today when I was walking to second period that she got the lead to the school musical. I need to remember to properly congratulate her in person.

I wonder what she will be wearing. Freshman and sophomore year she always came with the cheerleaders, dressed in a tight crop top and a short skirt, with her hair perfectly pulled back into a high ponytail.  Most regular students who come to watch the game dress in school colors, but that just seemed so unlike Blair.

"Hey, Harry!" Coach calls out from the sidelines, signaling with hands for me to come over to him.

"Whats up Coach?"

He puts his clipboard on the gatorade bucket beside him. "You remember the deal right? You will be in for the first half, but not the second. We need to watch that leg of yours. If something drastic happens in the second half you are back in the game, but this is Riverside we are playing. I'm expecting an easy win."

I nod my head in agreement. Coach and I had a deal that we would watch my leg the first couple games, and make sure everything is one hundred percent good to go. I was slightly upset at first, knowing more playing time means more scout attention, but I'm useless to scouts if my leg is fucked up.

Coach slaps me on the back of my head. "Good. Get the team to line up and take their shots."

I gather up the team and line them up for shots, with Gabe in the Goal keeper box. He had the number one spot in our State for highschool soccer. He was the best goalie we could have asked for.

I take my first shot and it curves straight into the upper left hand corner of the goal just barely missing Gabes fingertips.

I run around to the black of the line and finally I see Blair. She was having a conversation with her Dad, who kissed her on the cheek and now has taken a seat next to Maya.

While coach was busy talking to the referee I sneaked out the line and jogged my way up to Blair and Maya.

"Hey superstar!" Maya greets me.

"Maya," I greet back. "Blair. I was waiting for you to show up. Congrats on the lead in the musical."

She blushes, "Thanks. I'm excited to see you play today. You will do great."

"You look cold." I mention noticing the goosebumps on her arms.

"Only a little I'm fi-."

"Here," I interrupt sliding my team captain letterman jacket and placing it on her shoulders.

Maya has a giddy smile on her face watching Blair and I's interactions.

She seems hesitant at first, but then pushes her arms through my jacket and smiles at me.

She looks good in my jacket. It is very oversized on her petite body, and she didn't zip it up all the way making the outline of her boobs slightly visible in the black tank top she is wearing.

Usually the cheer girls who are in relationships, will flaunt their boyfriends sports jackets around campus. It was more of a popularity thing, but this felt different. Maybe I was just being possessive over a girl that wasn't mine, or maybe I just wanted people to look at Blair and wonder if we were a thing, maybe I was protecting her from these highschool assholes that would just take advantage of her if given the chance.

I had no idea what I was doing with Blair. From fingering her that one night, bringing her to the farm, and now giving her my jacket, I was being reckless with my feelings. Reckless because I can't quite grasp what my feelings are. Is this just pure teenage hormones? Is this a high school crush? Did I like Blair, or did I wan't to fuck Blair?

I had no fucking clue, but I think I'm starting to wear my heart on my sleeve just for her.  

That's going to get me hurt.