Kendall wrings the water out of her hair before wrapping a towel around her head. She steps out of the shower reaching out for another towel she can wrap around her body when her reflection in the mirror catches her attention. She stares at herself, her naked body on display on the full length mirror. It’s the same body she struggles to like growing up. She did not have the nicest skin having acne problems at one point in her life. Her body is so different from her sisters, the kind of bodies she learned were beautiful while growing up. She must admit she was a little jealous when Kylie’s filled up as well. But it’s hers. And over the years has grown to love it, finding out more influential women who worked with bodies looking like hers.
So she decided she’d be a model. Her body makes her different from her sisters, yes, but her personality even more so. She does not remember a particular moment in her life when she decided she wants to do something differently but looking back, she’s always felt it. Everyone in her family was slightly shocked at her decision. Her mom was hurt every time she turns her help down. It would have been so much easier to just do what Kris tells her to, to accept a few calls to the right people from her, but Kendall wanted it to be as fulfilling as it can be so she went on to do it herself. Not all people will believe that of course. But she’s used to that. She’s used to a hundred lenses pointed at her, of judging pairs of eyes three times that number. She has lived her whole life just like that. She just did not expect that what they think would matter more when it is her work they're criticizing. She must admit some of their words hurt. So instead of sharing herself more to the world, she folds in on herself even more than she already is. She lost him in the process, one of the best that’s ever happened to her.
“You look breathtaking,” Kendall startles, wrapping the towel around her body hastily. She looks up and sees his reflection alongside hers, leaning against the doorway to the hotel bathroom.
“I didn’t see you there,” she looks back at him and gives him a smile. He smiles back, amusement on his face.
Kendall walks towards the dresser. She sits down and starts to blow dry her hair. “You were too busy admiring yourself,” he says above the noise of the hair drier. "You know I wasn't doing that," Kendall mutters, a little embarrassed.
“I know you weren’t,” he says walking towards where she’s seated. “You’re nervous.” He places two hands on her shoulders. Kendall shuts the drier off and look at him through the mirror. He’s doing the same. They look at each other for a while, confirming Kendall’s hesitation.
“It’s not too late you know. We can still cancel. There are two more days until New Year’s Eve, we can still go to a more private island around here. The rooms won’t probably the best because it’s a bit late but we can still make the best out of our time.” He offers, massaging her shoulders as he did so.
Kendall places her hands on top of his, stopping their movements. “But you want this.” She turns around and looks up at him.
He puts her face between his hands, stroking Kendall’s cheeks with his thumbs. “I only want this if you want it too, doofus.”
“Hey don’t call me that!” She laughs, fighting to get his hands off her face. He laughs at her attempts, grinning at her when she fails.
“But seriously, Kendall. Have you changed your mind?” He tucks her hair behind her ears before sitting beside her.
He grabs her left hand with his right and Kendall relaxes a little. “You’re right I’m nervous, but I haven’t changed my mind.” She smiles at him and his eyes tell her that he wants this more than he lets on.
“If it helps I begged my mum to be civil around you,” he grins wickedly, his dimples showing.
Kendall covers his face with her hand playfully. “Shut up Harry, your mom loves me,” she remembers meeting them for the first time a few days ago the day after they landed in Miami. They had a quiet lunch. She was definitely more nervous then. His mum had cooked English dishes even if they were in Miami and Harry had taught her what to expect with the food beforehand. She was surprised when his mum asked Harry and her to help out a little because they arrived early. She was surprised because she didn’t treat her differently, saying she had to step in because Gemma was still having a bath. She had put her hair up in a ponytail and Anne was patient with her when she did not know what to do. She even caught her and Harry sharing a smile as she sliced up some vegetables.
Harry grabs her wrist and holds her other hand too, their arms oddly crossed over each other now. “She does love you.” Anne and her husband Robin would be at dinner tonight too, along with the Azoffs. They had asked Harry if they already had plans for New Year’s over dinner before he flew back to England. He was embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t, looking at Kendall beside him sheepishly. She understood why though. Despite announcing that his band will be going on a hiatus, they really hadn’t had much of a break seeing as they had to do promo for their latest album. The real break had started at Christmas. So they had offered Harry and Kendall to go on this yacht trip with them. Harry had squeezed Kendall’s hand under the table and she realizes he wanted to. So Kendall answered yes for him.
They had talked about it later that night, what going on a yacht trip with them at St. Bart’s really means. Kendall wanted to take it back at first, it’s not like they don’t have the means to make late reservations, they are more than capable. But she saw the gratitude in Harry’s eyes and she does not want to take that look away from his face again. He had given himself up once for her and they worked so hard to be at this point, so maybe it’s her turn to do something for him, even if it meant she had to bare herself to the world.
“Hey, I’ll be there with you. All the way.” His voice is soft and Kendall allows herself to lean against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“I love you,” she whispers closing her eyes. Harry’s hands still against hers. She thought she’d be surprised when she tells him for the first time, but right now all she feels is peace.
They stay like that for a while, Kendall notes how her breaths come right after Harry’s. He still hasn’t responded but Kendall isn’t worried. She feels him solid against her and she knows he’s just absorbing the weight of her words, making sense of it, perhaps savoring them. He laces their fingers together after a while, moving so Kendall has to stop leaning on his shoulder. She blinks her eyes a few times when she finally looks at him, wanting to clear her vision so she can keep how his face looks at this moment in her memory forever.
“Kendall Nicole Jenner,” He sounds the way he always sounds, raw and beautiful. He swallows hard and she smiles at him fondly. “I love you too.”
Kendall feels Harry’s eyes on her but she ignores him, opting to focus on the food in front of her. The rest of the table is chatting happily. She hates herself a little for her inability to contribute to the laughter. She’s not usually this way and she does not understand why she would feel any different when she’s had numerous meals with these people, with the exception of Harry’s parents of course. But they have been nothing but nice to her so that’s not the reason. Okay, she knows the reason why she just hates admitting to herself that a public setting puts her off this much.
“I can feel it too, you know,” Harry says quietly just after he took a sip from his water.
“What are you talking about?” She scrunches her forehead at him, wishing it’d make her lie more believable. She shoves a potato in her mouth just for good measure. This is not affecting her appetite at all.
Harry gives out a nervous laugh. “Stop doing that! You look constipated chewing on that potato.”
Oh. So maybe she had widened her eyes a little too much. Kendall swallows the food and lets go of her utensils.
“I feel like ever pair of eyes in this restaurant that is not sitting on this table is looking at me, at us.” He places his elbows on the table and his face on his hands. “I hate that I can’t do anything about it. “ Harry says as he rested his chin on his clasped hands.
Kendall looks down at her lap. She’s surprised Harry feels this way. He’s always been confident in front of the camera. He isn’t always comfortable with the attention but he’s always been composed. She stretches her arm behind him and lets her hand settle against his side. His body stiffens and his head snaps to look at her, his eyes full of questions. She bites her lower lip and smiles at him gently, moving her hand up and down. He closes his eyes letting the sensation of comfort her hand brings to wash over him.
“Are you really sure about this?” Harry asks when he opens his eyes. “It’s not too late to pack our bags and go to an exotic island.” He suggest again.
“Harry Styles, do you think I like going to places we can’t even pronounce?” Kendall teases, grinning at him.
Harry groans at that and they laugh. “Well I know you like midnight driving with the windows down and having secret little rendezvous.” Harry smiles cheekily at her wagging his eyebrows. Kendall bites at her lip to stop herself from bursting out with laughter inappropriately.
“How are you so okay with this?” Harry asks her.
“I’m not that okay with it.” Harry looks questioningly at her with her answer. “I heard a song the other day and the lyrics go like ‘the people stare ‘cause we look so good together.’ Let’s just pretend that’s the case.”
Harry’s forehead scrunches a bit. “We do look good together.” He insists and Kendall chuckles, muttering a ‘we do’ under her breath. “Wait, you do know that song is about two girls being in-love with each other don’t you?” Harry asks.
“Mmm hmm.” Kendall confirms. “It’s also about just two people being in-love with each other.”
Harry stares at her shining eyes unable to say anything for a moment. He takes a deep breath and says, “I am so in-love,” He leans in to kiss her but Kendall pulls away, her retreating hand running across the expanse of Harry’s back.
“Maybe it’s too soon for that,” Kendall says reaching out for her glass of fruit juice.
“I thought you wanted to spend time together?” Kendall asks when she finds Harry on the top deck, sitting alone amongst the numerous cushions.
Harry shrugs. “I do.” He says as he ties his damp hair up.
Kendall has just finished skiing, her body still dripping with water from the showers. She ran into Cam in the kitchen when she went for a bottle of water and a bit of candy. Cam had told her that Harry was looking for her and that Harry had told him to tell her that he wanted to maybe cuddle. She nod and went to their shared room but she did not find him there. She wandered around the inside of the yacht, looking at all the possible places he could be before she gave up and just asked one of the crew members. She told him he was up at the top deck which confused her but here she is.
“Harry, we’re at the top deck.” Kendall states, feeling ridiculous for saying the obvious.
“Exactly.” He spreads his arms, letting them rest against the back of the seats, as if inviting Kendall to sit beside him or more probably, on him.
Kendall runs her eyes down his exposed body, swallowing hard when she gets near the waistband of his shorts. She shakes her head and focused her eyes back to his face. He smirks at her and she can’t believe she loves this man. “We can’t see them but we both know they’re out there.” Kendall states still standing at the doorway leading to the deck.
“We also both know they won’t leave during this entire trip because they now know that we’re both here,” he counters.
“What are you saying?” Kendall crosses her arms across her chest.
“I’m saying if we would really want to have fun, we’d stop thinking about them because as long as we are who we are, they aren’t going to go anywhere. If you still think that being seen together won’t be good for both of us then we could stay indoors for as long as you need to. I’m just saying I’m ready.” He tells her. Kendall watches the different emotions cross Harry’s features. Exhaustion for having to hide so long, sadness of the thought of being unable to interact in public and sureness when he says he’s ready.
“I’m going to be on break for a year and a half Kendall, the way people see me is the least of my worries right now. But the way people look at you still is, so I’ll get it, if you don’t—“Harry yells in surprise when Kendall runs from the doorway and slams her body against his.
“Kendall what are you doing?” Harry shouts as Kendall wraps her arms around Harry’s neck.
Kendall is laughing. She wraps her legs around Harry’s torso and tries to take him down. “I want you to be happy,” she says as they struggle against each other, Harry still confused as to why he’s suddenly wrestling with her.
He turns his body and lays her down on the couch beside him. “I don’t know what we’re doing but I am not losing to you,” he tells her as he hovers above her.
Kendall is a little breathless, she moves her face towards Harry, staring at his lips. She plants both her hands and feet on the couch beside his body, before using her thighs and arms to lift both herself and Harry up. She laughs at the look of surprise on Harry’s face. “I may have grown up with sisters but all of us could put up one hell of a fight,” She says lifting her arms to place Harry in a lock.
Harry stops her in time, grasping her wrists with both his hands. “Oh yeah? Did you forget I toured and basically lived four other boys for almost five years?” Harry challenges. Kendall laugh from above him, loosening her thighs around Harry. He took advantage of this, reversing their position again. He tickles her sides. Kendall scrunches her eyes, literally unable to control her laughter now.
“Ugh! Harry stop!” She tries to get him off her but he’s too heavy. He kisses her forehead, both her cheeks, her mouth. He traces a line down her body with his lips, kissing her collarbone, the skin between her breasts, her stomach. He runs his hands down the side of her body stopping them on her hips for a while, before continuing down her legs. He grasps her ankles with his hands and raises her leg, his face hovering above her stomach. Kendall has stopped laughing, but she’s still chasing her breath. Harry bites at the waistband of her bikini and Kendall shudders. He stares at the woman above her, she stares back.
Harry lifts himself off her after a moment, still gripping at her ankles. He kisses the top of her feet then her ankles, putting them together and letting it rest against his shoulder. He kisses the side of her right calf, up until her knee. Kendall smiles at him, feeling dazed. Harry reaches for her hand and tugs at her, helping her sit up.
“Do you think they saw that?” Kendall asked when she’s finally composed herself, seated across from Harry.
“Oh they got nice candids of it too,” He answers laughing bitterly.
“I thought you’re ready?”
“That doesn’t mean I like it when they share moments like that to the world, “ he says. He looks at Kendall and watches her. “What changed your mind? And don’t say me because I know I don’t have that much power over you,” he asks.
“What do you mean by that?”
Harry shrugs. “I don’t know. You’re just so headstrong. One of the things I like so much about you. If you’ve made a decision and if it’s really what you think at the moment, you don’t change your mind. For me it means you know what you want and you know who you are.”
“Never thought of it that way,” Kendall tries to hide the blush in her face, a little embarrassed at the way his words affect her. “And actually it’s you.”
“Yeah, you changed my mind.” Kendall gives him a little smile. “I thought about how much you’ve done for me, how you accept the fact that it’s better to let me go the first time we tried. I saw how much that hurt you and still you chose to be friends with me, spend time with me like how friends would whenever you were in town. The best thing you did for me is to understand that I needed to make it on my own first before I share myself to others, to you,” she tells him honestly. “This is the least I could do. I love you and I’m not afraid anymore because now I am certain with myself. Thank you for giving me time to be.” She has reached for Harry’s hand and is now holding it between her hands.
Harry cups the back of Kendall’s neck with his free hand before lying down, bringing Kendall with him. He wraps one arm around her back the other hand he busies with putting the hair out of her face. “Thank you, “ he drawls before putting his mouth on hers.
A/N: OMG hi! I also posted this on Wattpad :) Hendall is real and I’m just so happy because I was shipping this back in 2012 when they haven’t even had a chance to be together. Hope you enjoy this!
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