No Regrets

By the time that Harry and I finally got back to my place it was already 5:00. Normally, it’s about five minutes to get to my apartment from school, but being with Harry meant that we had to stop and take a picture with girls in my school, girls on the streetcar, and even a girl in my building. I know that I’m not supposed to complain about it because I knew before I got involved with Harry how popular he is, but it is a little annoying when you’re trying to spend some limited quality time with your boyfriend before he has to leave for a few months. I was overjoyed by the time we made it to my front door.

“Ahh, nice to be back.” Harry said as he walked in and welcomed himself to my entire couch by sprawling his body across it. It made me smile to see how comfortable he was here.

“Move your fat butt over so I can squeeze mine on the couch, too.” I jokingly said as I poked him with my foot.

“Ask me nicer and maybe I will,” he said as he spread out his arms and legs, leaving less room on the couch. “Or maybe I wont.”

“Pretty please dearest Harry will you move your lard ass so I can sit on the couch too?” I said in a sugar-coated voice; he and I both knew he wasn’t fat at all, so I felt okay to joke about it.

“Hmm… that would be a nope.” He said after a moment of intense fake consideration.

“Okay, Styles, you’re asking for it.” I said in my most “macho” voice. “Either you move over or I’ll make you.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He said with a smirk.

“That’s it.” I said in fake exasperation as I sat right on his stomach. He groaned as I made myself comfortable, making sure to elbow him as much as possible.

“Are you regretting not moving?” I asked him as I wiggled around.

“Ehh, nope.” He said before he grabbed me and started tickling me.

“Harry!!” I said between laughing and breathing. “This isn’t fair! You! Know tickling! Is! My Weakness!” He was on top of me this point and we were both laying on the couch; I was unsure of how that happened in our little mix up.

“Say you’re sorry for saying I have a lard ass!” He said as he laughed at me. I knew he was still joking so I chose not to say it- despite my lack of breath.

“Never!” I said as I tried to tickle him back, which was starting to work, so he grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms up against the couch above my head.

“Say it.” He said as he inched his face closer to mine. “Or else.”

“Nope.” I said, finally able to breathe.

“Alright then…” He said as he transitioned to holding both of my wrists with one hand, and tickled me with the other.

“Okay! Okay!” I screamed.

“Okay what?” He said, still laughing at me.

“You don’t have a lard ass.” I smiled at him.

“and..?” He smirked as he urged me to continue.

“Your ass is very cute, regardless of how much space it takes up on my couch.” I finally said.

“Very good.” He said as he finally leaned down and kissed me, which was what I was hoping he would do all along. He let go of my wrists and my hands automatically went to his hair as he moved his arms to hold himself up so that he wasn’t crushing me. That was when I heard some noise, but of course I chose to ignore it.

“Liiiiiiiiiiiizzzziiiii- oh!” Harry and I separated our kiss as soon as we heard Emma call out into my apartment, but of course he was still on top of me on the couch which was a pretty obvious indicator of what we were up to. She was standing about five feet away from us with Nicole.

“Heyyy you guys..” I said as Harry shot up and ran his fingers through his hair. I stood up to, realizing that I needed to finally introduce Harry to Emma and Nicole.

“Harry,” I said, “this is Emma, and this is Nicole.” I indicated to each as I said their names.

“It’s nice to finally meet the two of you.” He said.

“Well it’s pretty frickin nice to meet you in person, too!” Emma said as Nicole was still silent. Emma tended to get louder when she was nervous, but it was the opposite story for Nicole.

“Err, what are you guys doing here..? Sorry I thought I texted y’all that our movie night was canceled?” I asked them, not wanting to make Harry feel awkward.

“Oh we got your text, but we couldn’t find you at school at the end of the day, and when we responded to your text asking why and you didn’t respond to any of our messages we got worried. So we came to check to make sure you were okay.” Nicole explained.

“And you’re obviously veeery okay.” Emma quickly added, which made Harry laugh.

“I just flew in for tonight to surprise Liz before I leave to go on tour tomorrow.” Harry explained to them. “So, technically it is my fault that there is no movie night. I’m quite sorry.”

“It is quite alright.” Emma said.

“You know what? We’ll get going, you two have fun!” Nicole said as they turned around and started to walk down the short hall to the door.

“Nice meeting you two!” Harry said.

“Bye losers!” I called out.

“Be safe!” Emma said and the door shut behind her.

“Well I’m sorry for the interruption.” I said as I blushed and turned to face Harry.

“It’s okay, love,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “So where were we?” He smirked. And I kissed him again. There was no need for me to answer.

After a very intense make-out session on my couch, Harry and I finally took a break.

“Well I am absolutely starving.” I said as I got up to look out the window, “but there are paps outside and a bunch of fans, and my jeep is parked forever away.” These all pretty much eliminated the possibility of take-out. “Would you be okay if we ordered in?” I turned and asked him as he got up to sneak a peak out of the curtains as well.

“When am I ever NOT okay with ordering in?” He asked quite rhetorically which made me laugh. “Plus, if we didn’t order anything we would probably starve because I’m once again assuming that you have absolutely no food here?”

“Smart boy.” I said as I pulled open my drawer with all of the takeout menus. “So are we feeling Mexican, Chinese, or Italian? Oh or we could go American and order us some burgers?”

“Up to you.”

“Well, since you’ll be in America for the next five months you can save the burgers for later. I want Chinese. Come read this menu so I can order what you want,” I told him as I dialed the number.

“I’ll eat anything, so order whatever. Just make sure there’s enough for my lard ass.” He joked again.

When I ordered, I left them a fake name so that if there was a chance that the delivery guy was stopped by the paparazzi outside, he would be let go without a problem.

By the time the delivery guy finally knocked on my door, Harry and I were halfway through 21 Jumpstreet. I paused the movie, and Harry hopped into my bedroom so the delivery guy wouldn’t recognize him. I paid (even though Harry tried to give me money) and turned back into the apartment with the massive bags of food. I pretty much ordered one of everything just to make sure that there was enough of whatever Harry liked.

“Coast is clear, come eat!” I called out.

“Oh finally! I was in there for practically hours!”

“Shut up, you were in there for two minutes.” I laughed as we opened the bags and I pressed play for the movie. After a moment Harry started cracking up, even though the movie wasn’t funny at the time.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just thought of you getting all this food. The delivery guy must have been so confused! You’re such a little girl, and you looked like you were by yourself, and you got enough food to feed about five of you!” He said as he was practically crying from laughing so hard.

“Oh my god shut up.” I said as I started to laugh too- partly at what he was saying and partly because his laugh was so funny. That was when I heard someone knock at the door.

“Who would that be?” Harry asked me.

“Hmm I don’t know. Maybe the delivery guy again wondering if I’ve exploded from eating so much?” I jokingly asked him, which caused him to just start laughing all over again. I was still laughing when I opened the door, but as soon as I saw who was standing there, my laughter ceased.

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