Harry had been taking these lessons for six months now, and truthfully—it wasn’t easy.

But what was harder than riding horses? Letting go of the chance to ask his instructor out.

Six months ago, Harry had been in Calabasas visiting Kendall, catching up after months apart since he hadn’t been in the U.S. for a while. That day, Kendall had to attend her riding lessons, and Harry decided to tag along. He genuinely enjoyed watching her—she was really good.

What he didn’t expect was to spot an instructor at the next ring, guiding an 8-year-old boy through his posture to keep him steady on the horse. And just like that, Harry was struck—completely floored—by her.

Long story short, Harry (who usually couldn’t stand staying in one place too long during his breaks) ended up spending six months in Los Angeles, attending lessons he specifically requested with the beautiful-eyed instructor who normally only taught children. Six months of trying to charm her into getting coffee with him, pushing against the student-teacher line she was so determined to keep.

Even if he noticed her smile every time. Even if she laughed at his cheeky comments.

Because Harry wasn’t about to stop trying.

Especially not when being around her felt better than anything else.