The next morning, the sound of Harry dabbling on the piano woke me around 8:30am. I stretched my arms over my head and sat up pulling the covers up over the front of my bare body, bringing my knees into myself and resting my chin on them. I couldn’t help but smile after last night.
I turned my body so I was sitting on the edge of the bed and picked up my panties and Harry’s white V-neck from last night slipping on the two, and getting up to go brush my teeth. I walked out of his bedroom and run my fingers through my hair only for the loose strands to fall back into my face. Harry was looking intently at the sheet music in front of him as he sat on the piano bench in jack wills sweat pants, shirtless, necklaces hanging forward from his chest.
I walked up behind him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck over his shoulders, kissing his cheek and whispering good morning in his ear before stepping one leg over the bench; sitting down to face him.
“Since when do you play piano?” I asked. I had never heard of him playing the piano before, at least that he’d told me.
“I don’t. I’d like to learn though, so I’m trying to teach myself. Was it so awful I woke you?” He questioned, placing a hot kiss on my lips.
“No, I was awake listening for a while actually. It’s good. I used to play when I was younger, it’s been a while, I stopped because I thought it was useless but now I wish I hadn’t, you know for a while I actually wanted to pursue piano instead of gymnastics, but obviously that changed and—“ I rambled before realizing Harry was just staring at my mouth and smiling. I laughed lightly. “Yes?”
“You talk too much.” He smiled.
“You talk too little.” I shot back playfully. “Actually, I take that back, you just talk too slow.” I said sticking out my tongue.
“Yeah, whatever. Will you play for me?” He asked, playing with the tips of my fingers that lie in my lap. I hesitated for a moment, but then decided I might as well.
“Sure” I shrugged before sliding my leg over bench and sitting up straight. I stopped for a second to figure out to play.
The only songs I knew how to play by memory were Edelweiss from the Sound of Music, and Opus 23 by Dustin O’Halloran. After deciding quickly in my mind I took a deep breath and placed my fingers over the keys.
Everything went pretty smoothly until I messed up towards the end. I decided to stop and pulled my hands away. “Sorry” I said softly laughing lightly. I was actually a little bit embarrassed for messing up but decided I’d be alright.
“No, you were great. Is there anything else I should know you’re amazing at?” He smiled, kissing me on the cheek.
“Oh whatever, kiss up! You don’t have to lie.”
“I wasn’t actually. Do you think you could teach me sometime? Before you go?” He dropped his gaze and I didn’t answer.
Truthfully, I didn’t want to answer. For all I know I’m still leaving in four days, back to the states. Not to mention, Harry’s going on a press and meet & greet tour for all of November. For all I knew, I may not see him till next summer, or till the holidays. For all I know, I may never see him. I shook the thought to rid the thought from my mind. I couldn’t even fathom never seeing Harry again.
*Harry’s POV*
She shook her head and looked up to me with a troubled expression.
“Harry...” She swallowed hard. “We need to talk.” The words rang heavily in my ears. I already knew what about though. About her life, and where she goes from here, and our relationship. It was hard for her to vocalize it and I could tell that she’d been thinking about it by her voice. I already knew to tell my plan. I wasn’t going to tell her though unless she was undecided, and I was also going to leave it up to her for our relationship. I wanted us to stay together but I wasn’t going to hold her back if she decided different.
“Alright love. Talk to me.”
“I’ve narrowed down to two decisions: Returning home for school, or signing with Nike. I decided if I pursue fitness, it wasn’t going to be through gymnastics. And if I sign with Nike, I’ll have a much more lenient schedule, and more money, so I could see you more. But If I return to school, I get an education, which is important, but I don’t get paid, I pay, and I don’t get to see you whenever I want. And as for you and me, I’m willing to make this work if you are.” She finished and looked to me waiting for a response.
I felt relieved, and happy that no matter what she wanted to stay with me.
“I think that I’ll support you in whatever your decision is. I think you want to sign with Nike but you’re afraid your mum and dad won’t approve. And I don’t know them, but I think they’ll love and support you no matter what your decision is, just like I will.”
She kept her eyes down and I grabbed her hand in mine. I figured at this point I might as well say what I have to say.
“Kennedy, there’s one more thing.” I forced out. She looked up to me with her blue-green eyes full of hope.
“What?”
“Well, I talked to the guys a few days ago, and we’ve been talking about it for a while, and we’ve all decided that if you want, we’re inviting you to come on the press tour with us. I think Lou’s going to bring Eleanor, and Liam and Zayn may be meeting up with Danielle and Perrie some days. There’s two extra beds in the back, one El will be using, but if you want, the other can be yours…or you can always share a bed with me.” I winked at her and she smiled. I was really hoping she’d say yes, and if she’d sign with Nike, her schedule would be free for tour till the New Year.
She smiled widely and got up from the piano bench and picked up her iPhone from the counter. I got up from the bench as well and walked over to when she was leaning against the counter. She looked at me up and down as I walked to her with a smirk on her face.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Calling Nike” She said with a smile. I stepped closer to her and she ran her hand down my bare chest and down my torso, biting her lip. I’d never seen this look. It turned me on a little to be honest.
“What are you looking at?” I teased. “You dummy” She replied getting up on her toes to kiss me. I let out a slight moan against her lips. She kissed me more and more before pulling away quickly and pushing me away from her and turning away. “Hello? Oh, Hi, this is Kennedy Woodson…yes…yes, well I was calling to accept the offer…great…ok, thank you…have a nice day” She hung up and set her phone down. I pulled her back into me and began kissing her neck. She was absolutely irresistible, even in the morning. She bit her lip and leaned her head back against my chest.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Stupid question.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to start something you can’t finish?” She turned and looked me straight in the eyes with a sexy smile. There was a glint of darkness in her eyes. She immediately hopped up catching herself with her arms around my neck and let her lips come down on my hard as ever.
This was a new side of Kennedy. This was the side of Kennedy that to this day I could never allow myself to forget. This was the day our relationship evolved from love, to love and lust.
Kennedy lied bare next to me beneath the sheets trembling against my body, breathing heavily, as was I.
“Harry?” She breathed heavily.
“Yeah love?” I brushed the loose hair from her face.
“We’re not going to be able to do this on tour are we?”
“Well, maybe not. Why?”
“Because I don’t think I could go so long without you in this way”
“I know it love, but don’t worry, we’ll find a way. Even if it means locking everyone out of the bus, or meet in a private restroom.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” She leaned up on her elbow pressed her lips against mine.
“Let’s do it again” She whispered against my lips before pressing down against me again.

Notes

Sorry this took so long, everyone! Again, it's been a very busy few months for me, but on the upside, I am officially graduated from college! HALLELUJAH!
Hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. :)