No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

Before I knew it, it was Thursday night, and I was packing for my little weekend getaway to see Harry. It had only been about two weeks or so since we had last seen each other (and maybe this is just me being a tad dramatic), but it felt like forever. I was on the phone with him again as he sat backstage before one of his shows, joking and trying to keep his nerves down.

“Ugh. I hate packing.” I said to Harry over the phone as I sat in the middle of my bedroom floor amongst piles of clothes, “you know what?”

“What?” He asked back.

“I don’t think I’ll pack at all. Nudists have it so easy. I’m just going to become a nudist.” I said rather seriously, though Harry caught on to my playfulness.

“I fully support this decision. I could live a very happy life with Elizabeth, the nudist.” he said rather enthusiastically with a laugh. “You know what? Elizabeth and nudist kind of rhyme! ElizabETH… NudIST.”

“That was officially the crappiest rhyme I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” I said as I lay back on my clothes laughing.

“No! You totally heard it! IST and ETH definitely sound alike.” He tried defending himself, but he just ended his sentence by laughing.

“You’re ridiculous.” I said, still smiling even though he couldn’t see me. “So, back to business, I have two dresses, shorts, shirts, one pair of jeans, and one bikini. Sound okay?”

“No, not at all.” He sounded rather serious.

“What? Why?”

“Firstly, I don’t think this clothing agrees with your new nudist guidelines, and secondly, I expect for there to be multiple bikinis worn this weekend.” He said simply.

“Alright, I’ll bring three- one for each day. Happy now, Styles?” I said laughing.

“Very happy, Braddison. So, on the note of you in a bikini, I will be ending this phone call.”

“Oh, so official.” I said, mocking his tone, “but whyyyyyyy?” I didn’t want him to hang up.

“Trust me, I don’t want to go, but the lads just came into the room so we can go to warm-ups.” He said, then I could tell he got quieter and closer to the phone, embarrassed, “but I miss you and love you so much, Liz. I can’t wait to see you soon.” In the background I could hear the cat-calls and whoops from the other boys.

“I love you too, Harry. Have fun tonight, and I’ll talk to you later.” I said with a smile as I hung up my phone.



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*HARRY’S POV*

As I waited at the baggage claim in the LA airport, it felt like time was taking forever to pass. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon here, and Liam tweeted a picture of me and him in Chinatown (taken earlier today) so that fans would think I was with him there, and there would be minimal people who recognized me at the airport. I was in a beanie and sunglasses indoors with only two security guards, and so far we were successful. Not one person had stopped me. I checked my watch again, Liz’s flight was on time, and with the time zone change, she should have landed by now. I pulled out my phone to text her when someone spoke behind me.

“Looking for someone, Styles?” I turned as soon as I recognized the voice, literally wrapping Liz in my arms and picking her up off the ground as she wrapped her legs around my waist. As I leaned back an inch or so to look at her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips firmly but very passionately.

“Liz! I. Missed. You!” I said as I kissed her between each word. She laughed as I let go of her legs, allowing her to stand. With her arms still wrapped around my neck, and my arms still wrapped around her waist, I stood back and took a moment to simply look at her. She was still in her school uniform which made me laugh a bit, and even after a four hour flight she was still stunning. Her wavy-brown hair was slightly messy from the day, and her golden eyes were glowing.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that staring in rude?” She jokingly said before she reached one hand up to cover my eyes. I laughed as I pushed her hand away.

“Did anyone ever tell you how absolutely beautiful you are?” I asked, quite seriously. She didn’t respond, but instead blushed and looked down smiling. I lifted her chin and kissed her once again before I decided to get going, “so, how about we find your bag? We have a very long night ahead of us…” I entwined my fingers in hers as we walked to the luggage carousel.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

Harry and I were escorted to the car because as we waited for my bag, a mob slowly grew. I guess someone recognized Harry and divulged our destination, because we were surrounded. Once safely inside, Harry explained the plan.

“So, right now, we’re going to go and get you settled in my hotel room. We’ll have a couple of hours to ourselves before we have to go to the arena for tonight’s show where you can meet up with everyone while I go and prep, and then you’ll be able to watch the concert from a special seat.” He said with a smile. “I would say you could meet up with the girls now, but I want a few hours of you to myself.” He smirked.

“That is fine by me,” I said as I kissed him again over the cupholder that was in-between us. Before we knew it, we were at the back entrance for the hotel- practically being dragged out of the car because security was in such a rush to get us safely inside.

“Well, sorry about that.” Harry said as he brushed the hair out of my face when we were inside the lobby.

“You can’t help it,” I responded with a reassuring smile. “It’s not your fault they absolutely love you. You’re a pretty lovable person.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He said jokingly with another wink. I playfully elbowed him as he grabbed my suitcase and we got in the elevator. As soon as we were inside though, the playful mood took a turn, and I found myself pinned against the elevator wall as Harry began to kiss my neck.

“Harry,” I gasped, “just wait one minute. Wait until we’re in the room.”

“You have no idea how badly I want you,” he whispered hotly into my ear. It took every ounce of self-control in me not to rip his clothes off right then and there. Needless to say, we practically ran to the room. Harry hurriedly unlocked the door and dropped my bags right inside before I found myself up against the wall again. His hands were firmly on my butt, and my hands found their place in his curls again. His lips were on mine as I bit his bottom lip, making him slightly gasp, and allowing my tongue access to his mouth. I moved my hand and trailed it down over his chest and abs which I could feel through his shirt, stopping for a moment to playfully tug at the button on his jeans. He responded by picking me up, and walking back until he felt the bed with the back of his knees. He dropped down with me straddling him, and I pushed him to lay back on the bed while I pulled my shirt off in front of him, revealing a black lace bra that I picked out specifically for this. He reached his hands up to my boobs, and I bent down and began to kiss him again, this time with his tongue exploring my mouth. I tugged at his shirt, which he quickly removed, only interrupting our kiss for a split-second. Harry pushed me over so that he was on top of me now, and was eagerly pulling at my school skirt, which I slid off. He began to kiss my neck again, and then my boobs, and kept leaving a path of kisses and soft love-bites down my torso as I entangled my fingers in his curls…

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Before we knew it, it was time to shower and go to the arena. Harry and I were laying in bed in our normal position with my head on his chest and me tracing his tattoos when the alarm on his phone went off. Harry sighed and silenced it.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Liz.” He said as he kissed my forehead before I sat up to allow him to get out of bed, holding the duvet covers up to cover my exposed chest. “Wow, pretty modest for a nudist.” He smirked as he walked to the bathroom completely naked and started the shower.

Before I got up and took my shower, I laid there in Harry’s hotel bed for a few moments with just my thoughts. I still had moments when I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Harry was the most amazing boyfriend ever.