“Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good girl, Kennedy. Get out there and show them what you can do.” Coach Melanie, my personal coach gave me a pep talk.

I walked out onto the floor where I’d be doing my floor routine. I got into position and my music started playing. I went through routine as flawlessly as I ever could. I saluted and exited the floor after I finished.

After exiting the podium, I went to wait for my score in the team area. As I waited in the team area a women with a blue blazer and khaki pencil skirt walked toward me looking me straight in the eye.

“Kennedy Woodson?”

“Yes ma’am. Is there a problem?”

“We’re going to need to speak to you, about your score. Please follow me.”

As I followed the women, she led me down a hallway and left me in what looked like a conference room. I sat down at the table expecting her to sit with me but instead she left the room, closing the door. I few minutes past and I started to become a little paranoid. All I could think is that some way they found evidence that I had been cheating, even though I hadn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, because they head started stinging from staring too long.

The door opened and shut and I looked over to find a man in a button down light blue shirt un-tucked, with khaki pants and Sperry boat shoes. I scanned the man up from his feet and met eyes that I seemed familiar. The brown eyes peered into mine and shock came over me. The man was tall, blond, and muscular just like one I’d known before. Austin. He smirked at me and I got up from my chair to back away from him.

“Hello, Kennedy.”

“Austin, what are you doing here?” I questioned. You could hear the shake in my voice. He stepped forward so that he was face to face with me and put his hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb on my cheekbone. “I’ve missed you, Kennedy, a lot. And I’ve been thinking about us, and I want us to be together again.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck. “God I’ve missed you.”

I stepped back from him and pulled his hand from my face. “It’s not just your decision to make, Austin. It’s mine too. And it’s not what I want.” He stepped to me again and pulled me in by the waist. The smell of firewood and Playboy cologne seeped into my nose.

“You mean you don’t miss this?” He pressed his lips against mine and for some reason something came over me and kissed him back. He pulled away. “I thought so. And what about this?” He moved his from my hip and pressed over my breast. “Or this?” He moved his hand down between my legs. Being in a leotard, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

“Austin.” I said in a firm voice. He knew my boundaries. Not to mention I was taken.

He slipped his fingers beneath my leotard and pushed them inside me and I breathed in heavily.

“Austin! Stop.” I grabbed his arm and pushed him away from me. “What’s the matter?” I thought you would’ve liked that. No? How about this?”

He pulled me into him with a tight grip that I couldn’t break. He unzipped his pants and pulled my leotard to the side and pushed himself into me. I gasped and tried to get away from him. I thrashed as his chest but I couldn't break his grip on me.

“Stop it! Austin! You’re hurting me!” I cried and tears came down my face, but he kept pumping in to me as forcefully as he could. I screamed to try to call for help but he buried my face into his neck so no one could hear me. I cried into his neck and screamed at the top of my lungs until I couldn’t anymore.




*Harry’s POV*

Screaming. I woke up to Kennedy shrieking in my ear and thrashing as my chest. I sat up and turned the light on and noticed her roommate still hadn’t come home back to her dorm. I looked down at Kennedy who was still screaming and thrashing about the bed and saw tears coming down her face. I put a firm grip on her arm to stop her from hitting about but it didn’t stop.

“Kennedy? Wake up, love it’s only a nightmare. You’re alright.” She woke up and gave me a look of terror before pushing herself away from me.

“Darling it’s just me, Harry, you had a bad dream.” She lay there shaking and crying for a few minutes before sitting up.

“It was a dream?” She wiped her eyes and looked to me pleadingly.

“Yes, love. It wasn’t real. Are you alright?”

“I’m terrified. I swear, I thought you were…no one.”

“You thought I was Austin?”
She nodded her head yes and more tears came running down.

“Was he hurting you?”

She nodded again and I pulled her into me and gave her a kiss on the head.

“I’m sorry I hit you and that you have to deal with this.” She cried into my neck.

“No darling, it’s alright. It’s not your fault.” She gripped on to my shirt as if she was holding on for life itself. “I’m here.” I assured her.

Kennedy finally calmed down about three hours later at 8am. It was the first day of competition for the male gymnasts but the women had the day off, so Kennedy had to be there for “support” for the US. Her roommate still hadn’t shown up so we both assumed she spent the night with someone else.

She got a shower and dressed in capris leggings, black Nike shoes and a Team USA shirt that matched the required uniform of the Women’s US team for the day. Her long wet hair hung down her back and she walked over and sat on the bed in front of me, where I was playing on my iPhone and tweeting back a few fans. I wasn’t really a fan of having to leave her, after what had happened this morning, but I had things I had to do with the guys anyway, and she insisted. She walked me to the door and hugged me tight before I left.

“Are you absolutely sure you’ll be alright?”

“I’m okay now, Harry. Thank you for staying with me.” She kissed me on the cheek.

“Anytime, have a good day, love. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye Harry.”

“Bye” I left her with a kiss on the lips and shut the door behind me.

*Kennedy’s POV*

After Harry left I walked over to the window and watched him leave the park. He looked up to me and waved and I smiled. Around noon I headed over to Shannon’s so we could walk to the stadium together. I knocked on her door and she let me in.

“So, Ken! How was screwing with Mr. Styles last night?! Tell me everything! Was he big? Was he good at it? Did you give him full access?” She winked at me and I wrinkled my nose a little. Although I loved Shannon, she was a little obsessed with the whole sex topic.
“He was bad?!”

“No Shannon, I—“

“So it was good?”

“No! Shannon! Not everything has to be about sex!” I was a little frustrated. After the night I had, I wasn’t exactly up for this conversation.

“Ken, you can’t tell me that you let Harry Styles into you bedroom and all you did was talk about your feelings or some crap? He’s so hot! Did you at least make out with him?!”

“I mean, we kissed, but it’s not like that.” She gave me a confused look.

“So what, are you saying you guys just hung out ‘cause you wanted to kiss and that’s it?”

“No…”

“Ok, so what is it? Are you two sex-buddies or not?”

“No, we’re just…nothing.”

“Kennedy you don’t kiss someone who’s just nothing. You kiss someone because you’re fucking or because you’re dating. So which is it? I’m gonna guess the first one seeing as you only met the guy last night, and you could tell he had a thing for you last night! I mean did you look down at all when he was talking to you? He was totally hard and—“

“Would you just stop?! I cut her off. “Ok, I didn’t meet him last night! I’ve known him for almost a month now! He’s my boyfriend for god sakes so could you stop with all the erotic Harry Styles sex-talk?!” Her jaw dropped and she stared at me.

“Kennedy! How do you just forget to mention, that you’re dating Harry freaking Styles!?”

I explained the whole story to her on the way to the stadium and she stayed in shock for a while even after I finished.

“Girl, you just went head deep into uncharted waters.” She finally replied.

“I know. And it scares the crap out of me.”

Notes

Sorry for such a short chapter! Next chapter has a lot going down in it though, so I didnt want this one to be too long haha. Enjoy!

xx