No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

First thing I did when we got to the club was head straight for the bar. I needed something strong if I was going to get through the night, and after that kiss I just wanted to get as drunk as possible as soon as possible. I finished my sixth shot with Eleanor when Niall came up behind me.

“Hey Lizzz!” he practically yelled in my ear as he threw his arm around me. “Why don’t you come back to the table with us!” he got close to my ear, “I bet Harry misses youuuu.”

“ALL RIGHT NIALL.” Eleanor drunkenly exclaimed as she clumsily pushed him. “That’s enough. We’ll come back when we WANNA come back.” Niall pouted.

“Well then can I at least join you two?” He asked.

“Of course, Niall!” I said as I ordered another round for the three of us.

We continued doing shots for a good while until I could no longer stand by myself. I was grateful, because I was not even thinking at this point and I finally was loosened up and having fun. Niall dragged us back to the table where the rest of the boys and other random girls were significantly drunk, but I would say that I won the award. I was the worst one there. When another bottle was brought to our table, Harry took it from me.

“I think that’s enough Lizzie.” He said quietly to me.

“No, Harry, trust me. It’s not.” I said as I took it back from him and struggled to pour the vodka into a shot glass. “Oh fuck this.” I said before I took a big sip right out of the bottle which was immediately followed by cheers from the rest of the group.

“Jeez Harry, you didn’t tell us Liz knew how to handle a bottle like that!” Zayn jokingly called out across the table.

“Yeah Liz! After seeing that you’re welcome to come out with us annyyytimeeee!” Louis said as he turned to makeout with Eleanor. I looked at Harry, who was staring right back at me, and he was silent.

“What’s the matterrr, Harry?” I said as I leaned a bit too far over to him. He instinctively put his arm around me. I felt safe in his arms again. I couldn’t really describe the feeling that it gave me, but being there made me feel like things were okay, like without his arms around me I was alone to face all my problems. I turned to look up at him, right into his eyes which were exceptionally green in the lights.

“Harry?”

“Yes, Liz?” He whispered into my ear.

“Don’t let me go.” I said as I nuzzled closer to him.

“Trust me, I’m trying my hardest not to.” He said as his arms instinctively tightened around me.

We sat like that for a while until Louis decided to take a break.

“Well I’m going to head to the dance floor!” He screamed as he stood up. “Who’s with me?!”

That apparently sounded like a great idea to me, because I jumped up.

“AW YEAHH!” Louis said as we joined hands and practically skipped out of the VIP section.

We were dancing in a big group for a while that had gathered around us when people had recognized Louis. Before I knew it, I was dancing when someone, who I assumed was Harry, came up and started to grind with me. I moved my hands up to around their neck and they put their hands on my waist and we danced like that, slowly building the intensity until I turned around to face him. It was Grayson. As soon as I faced him, he crashed his lips into mine, knocking me backwards into other people. I walked off of the dance floor and leaned up against the wall to catch my breath when he came up and cornered me by putting both of his hands against the wall on either side of my shoulders.

“Hey Lizzie Bizzie,” he said as he smiled at me. I cringed at him using the old nickname he had for me. “You look really hot tonight…” he trailed his finger down to my cleavage. “Who you dressing for? I know it’s not for me anymore, so I’m guessing this Harry guy?”

“Grayson, don’t worry about it.” I tried to say, but he kissed me again, and there was no where for me to go. I turned my head, and he pulled away obviously angry.

“Just kiss me goddammit! It’s nothing but a little kiss!” He was practically screaming in my face. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned me no longer against the wall, but against him as he wrapped his arms around my lower back- pinning my arms to my sides. I struggled to push away from him, but he was so much bigger than me and I was so drunk that I was really no match. Mid-kiss, I was crying. All of the sudden, I felt Grayson get pulled off of me, and another pair of arms pulling me away. I looked up right in time to see Grayson turn around and Harry punch him right in the jaw- so hard that Grayson fell over. Louis had stepped in front of me, Eleanor, and Danielle who both had their arms around me. The rest of the guys were standing there ready to back Harry up. I was speechless.

Harry immediately ran over to me and pulled me into him. He hugged me for minutes. He pulled back, not having said anything yet, and wiped the tears from my face. I didn’t even realize that I was still crying. Harry put his arm around me and walked me away from the dance floor and the crowd of people that had gathered. Security had been called over and was escorting Grayson out. We got to the VIP lounge and didn’t even sit down. Harry turned to me.

“Thank you, Harry.” I said shakily. He was still holding on to me because I couldn’t stand by myself. At this point, it wasn’t even from the alcohol anymore, but just from the entire day that I had been through.

“Did he do anything else to you?” Harry asked me delicately.

“No, Harry.” He pulled me into a hug again.

“Do you need anything?” He asked me. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He was so perfect, and he still wasn’t mine.

“Will you just take me home?” I asked him as my eyes started to tear up again.

“Of course love.”

We took a cab home, with Harry never letting go of me the whole time. He had his arm around me as we walked out of the club, his hand in mine as we got in the cab, and his arm around me again as we rode to my apartment.

When we got up to my door, Harry used my key and unlocked it. It was then that I noticed his hand. He used his left hand to unlock my door while his right just hung there. It was swollen and two of his knuckles were bloody.

“Holy shit Harry, your hand!” I said as we got into my apartment. “Here, let me get you ice.” I started to stumble to the kitchen, but Harry caught me.

“Liz, don’t worry about this. Let’s just get you to bed- you’ve had a long day.” He pulled his arm around me again and walked me to my room. As he went through my drawers finding me a tshirt, I stripped down to my bra and underwear and somewhat washed off my makeup in the bathroom- glad that I was wearing waterproof mascara. Harry knocked on the door.

“Lizzie?” he called through.

“You can come in.” I said, not ashamed of being in my bra and underwear because Harry should be used to it by now. He handed me a shirt.

“Thank you for everything Harry. I don’t even deserve this.” I said as my eyes watered up again remembering our conversation from the night before when I simultaneously broke his heart and mine.

“Don’t even mention it, Lizzie. And yes, you do deserve this.” I put the t-shirt on, and I noticed that his eyes were somewhat watering too. I turned the light off in the bathroom and walked to my bed. I got in, and Harry tucked the covers around me. He turned to walk out the door.

“Wait, Harry? Where are you going?” I asked him as I sat up.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch Liz, like you said- we’re just friends. And if I got in bed with you, we wouldn’t get involved in ‘just friends’ type of actions.” He said quietly.

“Please don’t Harry. Forget what I said, because you know just as well as I do that I don’t ever want to be just friends with you.” After I said that, he smiled so big. “So, please don’t leave me tonight.” He took a deep breath, and still smiling, stripped down to his briefs. I scooted over and he got under the covers with me- that was when I noticed my clock. It was 3:04 AM on February 1st.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” I said as I pushed him down and got on top of him. I kissed him with so much intensity, and him kissing me back made me just forget about everything. With my legs still straddling his torso and his hands on my hips, I took of my tshirt and unhooked my bra- making his job easy considering the fact that he could only really use one hand at the moment. After that, he pulled me down and kissed me so fiercely that I was light-headed. He rolled over so that he was on top, never once breaking the kiss as he reached and pulled the covers over us. We spent the rest of the night finally celebrating his birthday the right way.