Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 14- Are You Okay?

Blair's POV

Sexual Content!

I didn't even see him.

I didn't even see him and instantly shut down.

I'm so tired of letting him have this much of a hold on me.

And the annoying part is, I feel like I was improving and now it just feels as if I took three giant steps backwards.

Dammit.

I wanted to say something to Harry but physically I couldn't. I was having such a good time with Harry on the balcony and fuck it I was falling for him. I've been falling for him all week, I just wasn't sure how to explain my feelings to him. Should I even explain them? It probably would be a waste of time, because I don't compare to the girls he has been with.

Not only that but I was damaged goods.

I'm so thankful that Harry pulled us out of the gala because if Justin had tried to talk to me again, a full on panic attack would ensue.

I wish I didn't ever have to see his face again. I hated that we lived in the same town, and that he went to our rival school. I wanted to move so badly after Justin and I broke up, but that would be so incredibly selfish of me. My Dad works at the school, and my mom finally has a good paying receptionist job and I couldn't just expect my family to pack up and move when we have a life here.

I was so embarrassed for freaking out like that in front of him, after ten minutes of driving when we pulled up to his house the first word I could choke out was. "Sorry."

He looks at me with apologetic eyes. "No. Don't do that Blair. Lets just go inside, okay?"

We exit his car and the first thing I notice about his house is that it is huge and quiet.

"Your Dad isn't here?" I ask.

Harry puts his hand on top of mine and leads me up to his room. "No, I don't know where he is but that doesn't matter."

Harry's room was huge. It had a walk-in closet just like Maya's, a huge king sized bed, and his walls were decorated with some posters relating to soccer.

"Hey," Harry says, grabbing my attention. "Do you want some clothes to change into?"

"Yeah, that would be great thanks." I watch him open some drawers and pull out a shirt and some boxers.

"You can change in the bathroom," he says.

His bathroom is huge.

Why does one man need this entire bathroom?

His tub could be a pool I'm sure of it.

I slipped on the oversized black shirt he gave me and the boxers, leaving the clothes Maya lended to me neatly folded up on the bathroom countertop. The shirt has that warm vanilla scent I have come accustomed to.

When I walk out the bathroom I immediately curse to myself because I get a full shot of his shirtless back, only wearing fitted black boxers.

He was very lean, not overly built, but he had muscles in all the right places. His back was defined clearly with jagged muscles and board shoulders.

Soccer was doing this boy good.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He also had a great fucking ass.

I walk up to him placing my small hands on his wide shoulder, startling him.

"Shit, sorry let me just get change-."