No Regrets

*HARRY’S POV*

As the plane descended, I prepared to wake Liz up because I didn’t want the plane hitting the ground when we landed to scare her. She looked adorable sleeping on my shoulder, but eventually I *regretfully* rubbed my fingers through her hair, remembering the last time I woke her up like this.

“Love, you have to wake up... We’re landing soon.” I whispered to her quietly. She murmured a few incoherent words before she squinted her eyes open.

“How long was I out for?” she asked as she sat up and readjusted herself.

“Not long. Don’t worry. Do you mind if I open our window? I want you to see the water beneath us.” She shook her head, so I pulled up the window shade next to me. She leaned over me to see better out the window, and she gasped. I didn’t blame her. The water beneath us was a beautiful aqua color.

“It’s absolutely beautiful,” she said softly.

“Almost as beautiful as you!” I said cheesily. She made a fake gagging noise, but she was still leaned over me, so I took the opportunity to nuzzle her neck a little bit. She leaned into me, and reached her left hand up to my jaw line, but she pulled away after a moment.

“Harry. We’re in public. People can see us here.” She not-so-seriously scolded me.

“Well, I cannot wait until we get in private...” I said quietly with a smirk. With that, she grabbed my hand, and the plane touched down on the runway. As we got off the plane, we had security waiting for us at the gate. I guess management called ahead, because I didn’t plan this that thoroughly, but I was grateful. The flight was pretty uneventful, except for a few flight attendants who awkwardly asked me for a picture when Liz got up to go to the bathroom. The airport, however, was another story. I guess someone had leaked that Liz and I were headed to the island, because we were swamped. Security escorted us to a private room while someone went and took care of our luggage at the baggage claim. When we were finally alone, even though there was security right on the other side of the door, I walked over to Liz, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her. It took her a moment, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and quickly entangled her fingers in my hair. God she killed me. I had barely touched her during the entire flight, and having her sitting right next to me was even a temptation.

She really didn’t realize how much I loved her. And during this trip, I planned on telling her.

As I trailed my tongue on her bottom lip she opened her mouth, granting my entrance. I let my tongue explore her mouth, and I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I had her pinned against the wall. It was such a turn on- especially since it was added with the thrill that we could be caught at any second. I began to kiss down her neck to the special spot that I know she has right in the crook of her neck. She let out a small gasp, but quickly quieted herself when we heard a knock on the door. We jumped apart, and I cleared my throat before I walked over to open the door. It was security.

“Mr. Styles, we have your bags ready and the car at the exit, so when you are both ready, we can leave.” He said as he shut the door. I turned to Liz, who had blushed a very adorable shade of red on her cheeks. I reached out my hand.

“You ready to get this vacation started?” I asked as we interlocked fingers.

“You have no idea…” she sighed closely to my ear, as I opened the door for her.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

When Harry opened the door, I hadn’t expected how many fans would be waiting on the other side. I sort of laughed to myself, because if they had known what Harry and I were doing in that room a moment ago I was sure they would have burned me alive. Harry’s hand was practically glued to mine as security led us to the car. I was actually happy as we walked through the fans because quite a few times I heard an “I love you two!” or a “You guys are such a cute couple!” which made me feel somewhat accepted. I didn’t check social media that often regarding me and Harry- remembering his warning from one of our first “dates” together. I was curious, but I figured that Harry knew what he was talking about so I took his advice.

When we got into the car, it was like a whole different world. It was so much quieter. Harry told the driver the address before he sat back and put his arm around me.

“Where are we going?” I asked him- fully realizing now that I really had no idea about any of the details about this trip.

“It’s a surprise.” He said to me with a sly grin as he planted a quick, playful kiss on my nose. The rest of the car ride, I just sat there with Harry’s arm around me. We didn’t talk much because I was completely engulfed with the scenes of the beautiful island out the car window. After a while, the car took a final turn, and we headed down a long private driveway. We reached a gate, and Harry told the driver that this would be far enough. We got out, and the man unloaded our bags out the back. I went to take my suitcase from him, but Harry paid the man and took my suitcase from me- insisting that he wanted to be a gentleman and wheel it for me. Harry turned to the gate and pulled a card out of his walled. He swiped the card in front of what I assumed to be a scanner, and the gates opened. He grabbed both of our suitcases, and walked through. As we turned around the corner, the view literally took my breath away. We were standing in front of a beautiful beachside villa. I hadn’t seen it before because it was hidden from the road by gorgeous trees that surrounded it. Harry turned around and smiled at my reaction.

“Like it?” he said, “it belongs to a friend of mine. We get it all to ourselves until the rest of the group gets here next week!” Without thinking, I ran up and I just hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, spinning me. “So I guess you do like it..?” He jokingly asked.

“I love it, Harry. You’re amazing to me.” I said before I kissed him. I let go, and he unlocked the doors and carried the bags inside to the massive foyer. He turned to me as I began to walk around and explore the house.

“So, wanna go to the beach?” He asked smiling.

“Of course!” I replied enthusiastically, as I ripped open my suitcase and began digging through my luggage for the first bathing suit I could find. I happily looked over and saw Harry doing the same thing. When I finally found one, I walked into the bathroom to quickly change. It was a simple, all white, string bikini. The top was underwire though, so it made my boobs look amazing. As I walked out, Harry was already standing there in his bathing suit. I walked over to him confidently, as his eyes surveyed every inch of my body. I got close to him, looked into his eyes as innocently as possible, and bit my lip for a moment.

“Like what you see, Styles?” I asked teasingly. Before I could react, he crashed his lips onto mine. Without asking for permission, his tongue entered my mouth and his movements were fast but deep. I could tell he wanted more, so to tease him even further, I pulled away just a millimeter from his lips.

“Keep acting like this,” he whispered heatedly, “and we may never make it to the beach…” He kissed me again as he grabbed my butt and pulled me into the living room with him. He backed up until his knees hit the couch and fell backwards. This resulted in me straddling him, so I grinded my hips against his without breaking the kiss, and with little between us but our bathing suits, a low moan escaped from his mouth.

We never did make it to the beach that day, but neither of us regretted it.

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