No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

When I had finally loaded my last bag into the back of the car, I was engulfed into another massive group hug from everyone. This past week of my vacation with them flew by, and now *unfortunately* it was time for me to go back to school starting tomorrow. The most unfortunate part was that I was flying back by myself. Harry and the boys and Eleanor and Danielle were staying for two more days until Tuesday, when they would be flying up to Washington to begin their US part of their tour. So, I was flying home alone to face the next several weeks alone. At least I could focus on my graduation that was coming up in three months- actually the best part is the fact that seniors at my school get the month of May off before their graduation. So, I just had to get through the next two months, and then Harry and I could focus on how we would figure out spending time together.

“Do you reallllyyyyyyyy have to leave us?” Danielle asked me as she and Eleanor clung onto my sides. Everyone else had backed out of the hug, but these two seemed persistent.

“Unfortunately I do. I have school. It would kinda suck if I made it this far and then I just dropped out- even though I’m really tempted to at this point.” I joked as I hugged them both one last time.

“Ah-hem,” Harry walked up to us but Danielle and Eleanor both ignored him, “well she is MY girlfriend after all!”

“Oh, hush up Harry,” Eleanor said, “there’s more than enough Liz to go around.” They backed off of me as Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight.

“Too bad I don’t like to share.” He said with a smirk. “Now,” he said as he looked at me, “we have to get going if I’m going to get any time for a proper goodbye at the airport.” His smile faded as he got to the word goodbye. I turned to face the rest of the guys.

“Well, I don’t know what to say except y’all are by far the weirdest damn group of people I know, but you’re all still pretty awesome… Uhm, have fun, and don’t screw up on tour…? Well, until next time, my lovelies…” I said as I goofily finished with a grand princess wave. They played along and jokingly applauded while Louis even went into a full on curtsy.

“Such lovely parting words,” Harry said as he shook his head smiling while he turned and got into the car. I got in the passenger seat and rolled down the window.

“OH DON’T DO ANYTHING TOO STUPID!” I yelled as we drove off, hoping they got my last and most important message.

That car ride was probably the quickest drive of my entire life. I felt like I blinked and all of the sudden I was at the airport, and it was time for me to leave Harry. We sat parked in the parking lot for a good five minutes before either of us said anything- not wanting to have to start our goodbyes just yet. Finally, Harry decided to speak.

“I’m going to fly out to come see you as often as I can. I promise.” He said in almost a whisper.

“And I’ll come to see you whenever I can. I promise.” I said as I held my pinky out. He looked at my finger. “Well? Let’s pinky promise and make it official!” I reached for his hand and he wrapped his pinky around mine.

“Pinky promise?” Harry asked me.

“Pinky promise.” I responded as I kissed my thumb which caused him to laugh.

“C’mon you have to kiss your thumb too! Otherwise you don’t mean it!” I insisted. As he checked out the car windows to make sure no one was watching, he bent down and actually kissed his thumb.

“Wow I can’t believe you actually just kissed your thumb.” I said laughing.

“Oh, shut up.” He said with a smirk as he lifted my chin to his and kissed me. It was a sweet, gentle kiss. There was no tongue or anything, it was really just loving. I backed up just a centimeter.

“I’m going to miss you, Styles.” I whispered.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, too.” He said back before he kissed me the same way again. Sadly, I unbuckled after our kiss and got out so I could unload my suitcase from the back. After it was out, and I was all ready to go, Harry pulled me into his chest tightly. He smelled so good- just like he always does.

“Wait! Harry!” I exclaimed as I pulled back from the hug.

“What, love?”

“Can I have your shirt?” He gave me the oddest look. “I know it sounds weird, but it smells like you, and it would just be nice to have when I miss you…” I didn’t have to finish my sentence before the shirt was already off of his back.

“Paps are going to make a nice article out of that!” he said shirtless and laughing. “I literally just gave you the shirt off of my back!”

“I know,” I pulled him into a hug again, “and I love you.”

“I love you.” He responded back before we kissed one last time, this time with a bit more passion, and I grabbed my suitcase, stuffed his shirt in my carry-on, and started to walk away.

“Oh, Liz!” Harry called out after I had gotten about ten feet away, and he was getting into the driver’s seat.

“Yes, Harry?”

“I had fun this week.” He smirked, as I realized that he was playing with the last words I said after we spent our first night together in his hotel room forever ago. God, I loved him.

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