About and hour after landing, I arrived at the Ritz with Harry. He decided to take a cab with me to make sure I was settled alright. We got out of the cab and he grabbed both of my suitcases and I grabbed my carry-on and slung in on my shoulder.
"Harry, I can take one of those, ya know." I said with my hand on my hip.
"I know, but what if you hurt yourself carrying it or something. I dont want you to hurt yourself or something, before Worlds." he argued. I raised my hands in surrender to his words and opened the door to the hotel so he could get in.
I checked in and got my room key and we went into the elevator. He let go of the suitcase handles and stepped to me and leaned down to hug me. I met him halfway and got on my tip-toes and wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled. Eventually he just lifted me off the ground, probably easier for him anyway. "Youre so light!" He said in awe. "Well I have to be!" I giggled. "How much?" He said setting me back down. I blushed a little and looked to the ground. I knew my weight wasnt exactly healthy for a normal person, but for a gymnast it was perfect. I lot of people don't understand that at first. "93 pounds." I told him, still looking down. I looked up to him. I could see the gears turning in his head, probably trying to convert it to kilograms, and finally he realized what that meant. His jaw dropped a little.

"But, Harry, for a normal person, I know thats not healthy. But, Im not a normal person. Im a world class gymnast, for my sport, my weight is perfect." I explained. He scrunched his mouth to the side a little.

"As long as it isnt effecting your health." He accepted. "It doesn't." I confirmed.

I stepped to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. When he stands up straight and I stand flat foot, my head barely reaches his shoulders. I turned my face into him and kissed his chest, right where his heart is. His hand rubbing my back. Turns out we'd been at my floor for awhile now. Luckily no one else had called for the elevator.
We walked out of the elevator and walked down the hall to my room. I pushed the key in and opened the door but let Harry in first so he could get my luggage out of his hands. I felt bad that he carried it for me, but I was greatfull that he was willing. I entered the room and my jaw dropped. This was probably the fanciest room I've ever been in, in my life. Out the window was a view of the city. I pressed my hand against the cold window, leaving a print from my warm hand. "It's so captivating, Harry. And you get to live here." I turned around and found him right behind me. He pushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.
"You're so captivating." he replied. I smiled biting my lip a little.
"I'm going to go change to something warmer. I'll be right back." I hopped up and gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving to the bathroom.
*Harry's POV*
She hopped up like a baby bird and gave me a peck on the cheek before running off to the bathroom with an innocent smile on her face, he long blonde hair following behind her.
I walked over and sat down on her bed and noticed the bathroom door was left slightly opened, probably unintentionally. Don't look, Haz. She doesn't deserve that. I thought. I was about to turn away when I saw her leaning into the mirror twisting a bit. She had on some light pink laced panties and a matching bra. She's perfect. I thought. Little dimples revealed themselves at the bottom of her spine and I was mesmorized before realizing what she was doing. She twisted to see the side of her back in the mirror. She was looking at a mark on the right side of her back over top her rib cage. It was a little far so I couldnt see it well, or tell what it was from. She twisted back and buried her face in her hands and rested her elbows on the counter, it looked like she was crying. I tried to look away but I couldn't help but notice she was upset.
I finally told myself to walk over and knock on the door to see if she was okay. After all, she deserved some comfort if that was the case, what for was the question though. I heard her sniffle a few times before peaking through the crack of the door. "Ill be out in a minute, Harry." She tried to laugh so she would seem okay. I looked at her sympathetically. Her eyes were a little puffy, obviously from crying.
"Are you alright, love? It looks like you've been crying." I stated. She hesitated and looked down before finally letting me in. I hugged her tightly for a bit, till she was ready to talk. She finally pulled on her sweatshirt, omitting the pants part and lead my out by my hand to her bed, still wiping her tears. She sat down, as did I and took a deep breath.
*Kennedy's POV*
I sat down on the bed and Harry did aswell. I took a few deep breaths before finally explaining what was wrong. I turned around facing away from him. "Lift up my sweatshirt." I told him. He hesitated for a moment then slowly lifted up my sweatshirt before stopping right above my rib cage. I sniffled, "See the mark?" He rubbed his thumb over the mark on my back. A scratch mark. A scar. Obviously that was a yes. "It wasn't always there. Not until..." I paused. "Not until Austin, this guy I used to date. He was too rough when I told him no, he forced himself into me, and.." I paused because I started crying again.
It was hard talking about the subject. Harry sighed. He leaned down and kissed the scratch on my back. "You don't have to continue, Kennedy."
He lowered the sweatshirt and got up and knealed beside the bed, I continued crying. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. He got up and sat back down on the bed, one foot on the floor supporting him and the other leg bent up on the bed. He put his hands on my shoulders, his two thumbs rubbing my neck, it felt good. "Shhh, its gonna be okay." He soothed.
About 30 minutes passed, they consisted of me crying, and Harry trying to calm me. And finally what he was trying to do worked. I turned to face him and he smiled. "Some first impression huh?" I laughed lightly.
"It was perfect." He replied with a sympathetic smile.He placed his hand on my cheek and lightly rubbed his thumb across my cheekbone. "What do you say we forget dinner, and order room service, maybe watch a movie?" He offered.
I smiled. "Alright, but what about the rest of the day?" I giggled, he'd obviously forgotten what time it was.
I was secretly hoping we could stay in, laying in his arms all day sounded like a great idea, and I was starting to feel the time change.
"We could have an all day, cuddling, movie watching, napping party?" He suggested with a laugh.
"Sounds good to me" I accepted and smiled at him. His bright eyes lit up when I smiled at him and he smiled back.
We situated ourselves against the headboard of the bed and finally decided to forget the movie till later, because I was tired, and so was he. I fell asleep facing him, using his arm as my pillow, he was facing me too, with his other arm resting on my hip.