*Harry's POV*

Around 8:30am I was woken by the alarm I had set on my phone, it startled me a bit because it sounded like a fire alarm. I quickly turned it off and checked to make sure Kennedy was still asleep, and she was. Her freckles were highlighted by the sunlight streaming through the window, her skin glowed. She was was the most beautiful, even in her sleep. She had a slight smirk and I could tell she was dreaming. I slid my arm from beneath her head and held her head in my hand for a moment before pulling a pillow down from the top of the bed for her to rest on. She was still out like a light. I got out of bed and quickly showered and left a note on her mirror. Unfortunately, I had no clean clothes, so I had to rewear my clothes from the day before, I figured I'd be put in new clothes by a stylist anyway. I used her toothpaste and the extra toothbrush the hotel left on the counter top.
I head out around 9:15 and left to the studio to meet the guys.
"Look who finally showed." Zayn said sarcastically said when I walked into the studio.
"Aw, come on lad, it's not like we had plans yesterday." I justified.
"Well, Harry, we actually had to be here at 8:45 this morning." Liam chimed in with a matter-of-fact tone.
I rolled my eyes and looked down. They were being a little dramatic. It's not like they've never been with a girl before, and we all knew the interview wasn't actually starting till 10.
At 10am on the dot, the interview lady and a cameraman came into the room they placed us in after hair, and wardrobe. The room at taupe walls and two large windows looking out to the street. There was a large white sofa and a glass table with 5 glasses of water, and a white chair opposite the sofa. We all sat there and the cameras began rolling. At first it was the usual introduction, album questions, and questions about fan reactions, then the lady got into more sensative topics.

"So, Harry, you were photographed with a small blonde girl yesterday at the airport. Do you have any comments?" She asked blankly, as if I had to answer. I hesitated for a moment thinking of what to say.

"Thats a girl, I know. We rode the plane next to eachother." I answered, I was praying she wouldn't ask anything more about it.

"You two were seen hand in hand, Harry. The fans would like to know, is this a newly started relationship?"
I couldn't lie. I hoped Kennedy wasn't going to see this, or get any hate.

"Well, it looks like it's heading that way. We get on really well." I replied. No definite answer, but truthfully, I didn't even have a definite answer.
After a few more questions the interview finally ended. I explained everything to the guys and they finally calmed down.

*Kennedy's POV*

I finally got out of bed around 9:45am. I had been awake for maybe 20 minutes but I had little to no motivation to get up. I pondered my thoughts for the whole time frame. When I woke up Harry was gone, but I didn't think about it very much, I was too distracted by what he said last night. "I know its crazy, but I think I'm falling for you." He said he was nervous to say, but to me the words slipped off his lips effortlessly. When he smiled after I kissed him his dimples were the most prominent I've seen them yet. Between his dimples, and his gentle heart, he reminded me of a little boy who needed extra loving. I didn't mind if that was the case.
I walked in to the bathroom to find a not on the mirror:

Kennedy,
Out at my interviews for the morning. I'll pick you up for dinner at 6?
Here's my number if you need anything. ***-***-****.
xx, Harry

After showering and blow drying my hair, I decided to put on some mascara to make my eyes look more feminine. I walked over to my suit case with my regular clothes and tried to find something other than a tee-shirt and leggings. It was warmer outside, making dresses or skirts an option, but I couldn't remember if I had packed any. I wanted to look pretty if I was seeing Harry again.
I rumaged through the suit case for a few moments then finally found a white dress at the bottom of my suit case. I had bought it from hollister a few summers back befor going to a beach party.
It was made of a white linen-like material with spaghetti straps and sinched in at the waist. It had buttons from the neckline to the sinching that were white, and a light blue and white vertical striped string weaving through the neckline then tying in a bow over the first button. The botton of the dress flared out a little bit and cut off about my knees. Unfortunatley, the only bra that wouldn't have shown through was my nude-lace unlined bralette. I ignored it because truthfully, I barely had anything defining my chest anyway and you couldnt even notice a difference. I sighed a disspointed sigh at that fact. I slipped on the matching underwear and my dress afterwords, and decided to stick with my Rainbow flib flops and added my denim jacket for a little wind protection..(And to hide my ugly arm muscles that only looked like fat if I wasn't working out or flexing.)
It was only 10:45 when I finished, so I took it upon myself to explore some of the city near me. Before leaving I almost went to check my phone, then realized it wouldnt work. I had used so much of my savings for the trip, that I deemed it uneccessary to waste more on international calling. I shrugged and grabbed my wallet and room key, and walked out the door. For September, it was still fairly warm outside. I warm breeze blew against my face. It had a slight Autumn-y scent because it was beginning to get colder in the year. I walked some blocks, browsing in a few local shops, exploring the side steets, and generally enjoying myself. It was about noon so I decided I should probably head back and call Harry.

I started to walk back but soon realized that I didn't actually know where I was. I panicked for a moment, then laughed at myself for doing so. Of all things, this? I thought to myself. I saw a small bake and tea shop and decided to go ask for directions, plus I was a little hungry anyway.
I entered the shop and the smell of cinnamon buns, and strudels filled my nose. The smell was divine, but I had more important things to do. I walked up to the counter and asked for directions, the man was kind and told me where to go. Unfortunately, I didn't know where any of the streets he named were. It was a kind gesture, but useless. I sat down at one of the tables by the window and sighed.
I ended up odering a blueberry muffin and nibbled on the top. Some people thought it weird that I only ate the tops. They were simply the best part to me. I pondered in thought for a moment before returning to the real problem. It would be real great to have a phone that worked internationally right now, Kennedy! I mentally face-palmed myself for the stupid mistake. I looked out the window and noticed a red booth that read "TELEPHONE" on the top. I took a moment to thank God for the gesture.
I threw the bottom half of my muffin in the waste basket on the way out and walked into the booth. I laughed at how Cliche it was, the I was lost in London, and using a Red Telephone Boot to call for help. I dug through my wallet and pulled out a few coins and the number Harry gave me, and dialed to call him.
The phone rung for a few moments.

"Hello?" He answered in a low raspy tone. "Who's this?"

"Harry? It's Kennedy. Could you do me a favor?" I asked shyly. I felt awkward asking him for help, and let alone telling him I was lost. It made me feel silly.

"Oh, Hi love, what's a matter?" he asked curiously.

"Well...I think I'm lost. My idiotic self thought it smart to go wondering around. Do you think you could come get me?" I forced out of my mouth. There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Are you alright? Do you know where you are? Im getting in my car now. Wherever you are stay there. Describe what's around you. How far did you walk?" I heard the engine start.

"Harry!" I laughed. "I'm alright, ok? I walked only a few blocks, maybe 6, to the left when you walk out the front door of the hotel. I'm near a bakery called Hummingbrd's, in a telephone booth." I explained.

"Oh dear, yeah I know where you are. Silly little girl, getting herself lost once I leave." He laughed lightly.

We hung up the phones and Harry arrived within a few minutes. I was sitting on a park bench and smiled at him pathetically when he pulled up. He laughed and got out of the car.

"Heyyy." I greeted him. He walked over and hugged me tightly.

"Well don't you look lovely today?" He complemented stepping back and twirling me in a circle by my hand over my head.

"I try." I smiled at him. "You look pretty handsome yourself." I said back to him. He blushed a light pink.

He pulled me in once more and picked me up slightly to leave me with a light kiss on my lips, before walking around the care and opening the door for me to get in. There it is again, I thought. Gentleman.

"So are you ready for our date tonight?" He looked over at me breifly with a smile before looking back to the road. We decide to go back to his place. He wanted to show me around his flat.

"Absolutely!" I smiled in excitement. "Are you?"

"Feels like I've been waiting for forever. Its kind of a suprise, but I'll tell you, I'm actually going to be cooking for you tonight." He smiled proudly.

"Sounds wonderful. Do you like cooking a lot?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, I do. It's not often that I get to though, from travel. I'm excited to get to cook for someone for once." He replied with a sincere smile.

I just smiled back. I didnt really know what to say in reply. I liked seeing him so genuinely happy though.

He parked outside and walked me up the stairs to his flat. Before opening the door he stopped and looked down at me with a passionate look in his eyes. I smiled at the smirk he had on his face.
He leaned down and kissed me passionately, pressing his lips against my with a soft kiss. I smiled between kisses and he eventually picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He pulled away for a moment to open the door and a moment later resumed his actions. After shutting the door he leaned his back against it still holding me, still kissing me. His sweet tongue swiped against mine and our mouths moved in sync with eachother.
For a moment he lowered his mouth to behind my ear, gently kissing the sensative spot. He walked down the hall to his bedroom and layed me down on his bed, leaning of top me and slowly making his way down my neck with kisses. He stopped for a moment and I pulled off my jacket and kicked off my flip flips. I crawled back a bit still facing him allowing him to crawl onto the bed between my legs the were still slightly wrapped around his waist.
Things started getting heated and I finally pushed him to roll over and now I was over top him. I looked down for a moment biting my lip, the smiling down at him. He pulled my down to him by my neck to kiss me again. One of his hands running through my hair and the other on the back of my right thigh. As things progressed, his hand found its way slid under my dress making circular movements on my bum. I didn't stop him.

"Your skin is so soft." He said muffled into my neck.

He rolled me so the I was beneath him again and began sliding up my dress. My eyes widened a little.

"Harry--" I called out in a whisper. He didn't respond so eventually ended up placing my hands on his and stopping him once he was up to my belly button with my dress. I felt like I was disapointing him, but he needed to know my boundaries.
He looked down to me in confusion, and paused for a moment, seconds later his expression changed to one of sympathy. He realized what was going on. I pulled down my dress and slid out from beneath him. Once I was out he grabbed me hand and opened his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. I felt like I had ruined the night.

*Harry's POV*

She slid out from beneath me and I grabbed her hand. She looked like she could've started crying. I felt like an ars. After all she told me yesterday, I went and made the stupid move. I opened my mouth to apologize but she beat me too it. I don't know why though. It was my fault.

"Why are you sorry? Kennedy, you did nothing wrong. I'm sorry I pushed you too far. I was stupid."

Her eyes began to look like she was going to cry. "I don't want you to be dissapointed in me. I'm not ready for that stuff. I wish I could tell you I was but ever since-" she pause and gulped down a knot in her throat. "Ever since Austin, I'm afraid. I'm sorry." She looked down and a tear slid down her cheek.

"You have every right to say no to me, Ken. I went to far, and you stopped me, and I deserved it. If you're still willing to stay with me, I'll wait as long as you want. Even if that's forever. I just wanna be with you."

"Wait," She looked up at me. "I'm with you? Like I'm your girlfriend?" She looked confused. I smiled.

"What else would you be? I mean if that's what you want?"

A smile formed on her face. "There's nothing else I'd want more."

"Why dont we go get dinner started? You can help me if you want." I offered.

"I'd like that." She gave me a warm smile. I offered her my hand and helped her off my bed. I pulled her in to me to whisper something in her ear.

"Forever." I whispered, then pressed my lips against her head. I've officially fallen.