No Regrets

*HARRY’S POV*

When I woke up in the morning, Liz was still asleep in my arms. It was really upsetting to think that when I wake up over the next few weeks, I’ll be in some strange hotel bed by myself. Instead of getting up to shower or waking her up, I just laid there in silence and focused on her… her breathing… the smell of her hair… I wanted to remember everything perfectly. It was about forty-five minutes later when she began to stir.

“hmm.. Harry?” She whispered sleepily.

“Yes, love?” I said back quietly.

“Please don’t leave me.” She whispered again.

“You know I don’t want to,” I began, but I decided not to continue on with what I was going to say. Because no matter what, I was going to have to leave in a few hours, and we would both be heartbroken.

“I know you have to. I’ll just really miss you.” She said as she propped her self up on my chest so that her face was just inches from mine. She began to trace her pointer finger along the tattoos on my arm, something she always does. She stopped when she got to my bandage that was still covering her tattoo.

“I say it’s time to take this off.” I said as I reached over and slowly peeled off the bandage, revealing my newest tattoo.

“It looks even better than I remembered.” She said as she bent down and pecked a kiss on it. My arm immediately felt warm where her lips touched my skin. It was such a small kiss, but she still had such a big effect on me. Liz sat up as I still lay there smiling.

“So, how about we go get some breakfast?” She said as she stretched her arms out, “wow. I’m already sore from last night.”

“You’re welcome.” I said with a wink as I hopped out of the bed and put my briefs back on. She laughed as she found her underwear and followed me into the bathroom where we both brushed our teeth as she turned on the hot water for a shower.

“Feel like joining me in the shower, Styles?” She said after she finished brushing her teeth and slid off her underwear before she jumped in. She didn’t even need to finish her sentence before I was already in there with her. Because why would I ever pass up an offer like that from a girl like her?

*LIZZIE’S POV*

After a very lengthy shower with Harry, we quickly got dressed and left to go get breakfast. Unfortunately, there were paparazzi outside, so Harry and I practically had to run to my jeep again. Normally we just ignore what they shout at us, but this time they were talking about something that we hadn’t heard before.

“HARRY, TAYLOR’S COMING OUT WITH A NEW ALBUM IN A MONTH. YA NERVOUS?” *FLASH FLASH* “ELIZABETH ARE YOU EXPECTING A SONG ABOUT YOU? SINCE HARRY CHEATED ON TAYLOR WITH YOU?” *FLASH*

When we finally got in my jeep and I pulled off, Harry was already on his phone, but I only heard his end of the conversation.

“Hello *pause* what’s this I’ve heard about Taylor making an album? *pause* all right, just please keep me informed.” He said before he hung up.

“Who was that?” I asked him.

“Publicist. Taylor’s dropping an album on March 14th, and fair warning, you’ll probably have some far-fetched made-up reference about yourself. The references to me, however, won’t be as far-fetched.” He explained as he ran his fingers through his curls. I could tell he was stressing out about this, and I got pissed because this is really inconsiderate of her, in my opinion. Right at the start of One Direction’s big tour, she does something like this, and Harry doesn’t need any more stress on him.

“It’s okay.” I said as I reached over and rubbed his knee. “Don’t let this worry you- especially not today, on our last day together.” I tried to sound as soothing as possible. He forced a smile before taking a deep breath and entwining his fingers in the fingers of my hand that was on his knee.

“You’re right.” He said, “so where are we getting our breakfast-slash-lunch?”

“So this is now brunch?” I asked him.

“Well, yes. Because it’s eleven-thirty, so a little late to just be considered breakfast.” He said as I pulled into a parking spot at a little café.

Harry and I had a quick brunch where we seemingly talked about everything but the tour. We knew that it was an upsetting topic for both of us, so we just strayed away from it. It was all too soon when we found ourselves having to leave to go get his bags to make it to the airport on time. We rode back in silence, hand in hand, to my apartment. When we got out, we completely ignored the paparazzi this time, and practically ran through them up to my door. As I unlocked it, I already felt the tears filling my eyes. Harry walked over to zip up his suitcase, and I began to go through my still-not-unpacked suitcase from the British Virgin Islands until I finally found the shirt that Harry gave me off of his back in the parking lot before I left him. I changed out of my shirt and into his. It still smelled like him. That’s when I turned around and I noticed that Harry was standing next to his zipped luggage with his eyes closed.

“Harry?” I asked him as I stood up and slid both of my hands into his.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“For what?”

“Leaving you.” He was now whispering. “I’m one of the luckiest guys in the world, and I’m honestly living my dream right now, but none of this is fair to you. I promise we can skype every night, and I’ll text you during the day, and I’ll come see you as soo-” I cut him off as I collided my lips with his. He seemingly forgot what he was saying, because his hands quickly ran their way down my back and rested right on my butt. Like always, my hands were already in his curls. In this kiss, he let my tongue explore his mouth, instead of our usual other way around. We continued like this until I pulled away and began to trail kisses along his jaw line and down his neck. When I got to where his neck meets his shoulder, I stopped, and I just rested my forehead there with my eyes closed. I just wanted to be close to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“I love you, Harry.” I whispered.

“I love you too, Liz.” He whispered back. I took a deep breath.

“Now let’s go.” I said as I unfortunately pulled back from the hug. Harry grabbed his suitcase and we left, fighting our way through the paparazzi again until we loaded the luggage into my jeep and took off. We once again rode in silence, but during this drive, Harry would lean over and passionately kiss me at stoplights. It was all very spontaneous, and it made the ride a lot more fun.

*HARRY’S POV*

Watching as Liz parked in the airport parking lot was overwhelming for my emotions. Firstly, because she’s a pretty terrifying driver and an even more terrifying parker. Secondly, because I was actually leaving her this time. There would be no surprise visit tomorrow, no more nighttime adventures, no more random kisses, simply no more Liz for a long time. It was devastating. When I got my suitcase out of the trunk of her car, she just stood there, looking ridiculously cute in my tshirt. I quickly texted Louis to send security outside so that I could get in the airport and check in quickly without being mobbed, but I wanted to say goodbye first before the security guys got there. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her, and she turned her face to the side. I reached my hand up to hold her chin because I wanted to look into her eyes again. This was when I noticed that she had started crying.

“Don’t cry, love.” I said as I started to tear up too, simply from seeing her cry. I wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb and she slid her arms around my waist, pulling us closer together. “I’ll be back for you before you know it.” I said with a smile, remembering the song from the TMH album. It was weird; this will be the first time that a lot of these songs will have a much deeper meaning to me when I perform them. She didn’t respond, and I saw security walking over to us, so I quickly but very gently kissed her. I wanted this last kiss to be sweet.

“I love you, Liz,” I said as I backed up and grabbed my suitcase handle.

“I love you too, Harry.” She said back as the security guards finally made it to us. They took my bags for me, and I watched as Liz got back into the car. Knowing that she was probably crying tore me up inside. Security guided me through the body scanners and check-in quickly, so I could meet the rest of the lads in the private room. As soon as I made it in there, I was engulfed in a massive group hug. Of course, the hug made me release all the tears I had stored up from my goodbye.

“Aw, is our little Romeo upset?” Niall said in a teasing voice as I took off my beanie and wiped my eyes with it.

“Hush up Niall, you don’t know what it’s like to have to leave a girlfriend.” Eleanor defended me as Danielle jokingly slapped his arm. “How was she? Like when you left?” She asked me, referring to Liz.

“Well, she started crying, and of course that is what made me start crying when I got in here.” I explained as Eleanor made an empathetic sad face.

“Oh, we thought you were crying tears of joy because you had just missed us so much during our twenty-four hour separation.” Zayn joked.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be back with her before you know it.” Liam said as he patted me on the back. I knew he was right, so I tried to focus on the positive to get psyched up for our tour.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

The drive back to my apartment was particularly messy. I was on the phone with Nicole and Emma, who promised to come over after school because I was crying so hard. It was weird; I never thought I would be this upset over not seeing someone for a couple months. It didn’t make sense. The paparazzi were still unfortunately outside of my building when I got back, so I waited in my jeep for a few moments and found my sunglasses to hide my puffy eyes before I walked through them again. I was eager to get up to my room, and when I got to my hallway, I was surprised to see that I had a pretty large package leaned up against my door. I picked it up as I unlocked my door and walked inside, dropping my keys on the counter and grabbing the scissors to open the box. When I slid out what was inside, I was speechless. It was a blown-up canvas picture of me and Harry from the tattoo shop. I smiled as I opened the little note that was also inside the packaging.

“The first goodbye is the worst goodbye, but don't worry, we’ll see you soon (:
.xx Danielle and Eleanor”

It read in printed font. They were so sweet. I took a painting off the wall in my room and hung up the canvas before I passed out on my bed, dreaming sweet dreams of Harry.