No Regrets

*HARRY’S POV*

As I ran through the hallways that led off the stage to the dressing rooms, I couldn’t help but shout along with the other lads. Tonight was my best concert yet, so I was ecstatic. We burst into the changing room, where I immediately saw Liz, who ran up to me and swung her arms around my neck. I kissed her back for a few moments, before she pulled her face away with her arms still around my neck.

“That was fucking incredible!” She exclaimed before she kissed me again. I laughed at her vulgarity before I finally let her go. Someone came up to take my ear piece from me and disconnect the wires before I could finally change my shirt.

“I think tonight’s a good night to go out!” Eleanor called out to us across the room from where she stood in Louis’ arms, “what do you say Harry?” I turned to Liz who smiled back at me.

“I say fuck yes!” I yelled while the rest of the lads cheered. We quickly got dressed, and headed to the car with my arm around Liz. Liz and I took the way backseat in our car, while Niall and Zayn took the two captain’s chairs in front of us. Louis and Liam took the car behind us with their girlfriends. The entire car ride was filled with kisses from Lizzie, and Niall screaming and jumping along to the music while Zayn just laughed at him. According to Niall, we couldn’t get to the club soon enough.

Once inside, we all found our “meeting table” in the VIP section before we split up to go our separate ways. Liz and I sat down with Niall and Louis while our table was brought bottles of vodka, and everyone else seemingly hit the dance floor. After taking the first shot from the bottle, I could tell it was going to be a good night.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

Later on, Niall and I were dancing pretty stupidly on the dance floor when I felt a pair of hands on my hips pulling me backwards. Turning, I was happy to see that it was just Harry. Giving him a quick kiss, I turned so that my butt was against him again. I changed my dance-style and started to grind with Harry to the music, his hands on my hips, and my arms up around his neck. It was getting pretty hot, and Harry started to kiss along my neck.

“You’re hot.” He said into my ear. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I was tipsy, but it was no where near where Harry was.

“And you’re drunk.” I said, laughing. I grabbed his hand and dragged him off of the dance floor back to the table. He stumbled and almost fell, but luckily and much to my surprise, Niall grabbed him before he hit the floor.

“I gotcha Harry.” Niall said as he hoisted Harry’s arm around him. Harry continued to stumble as we brought him back to the table and sat him down.

“I’ll go get him some water,” I said as Niall sat down with Harry, who was now attempting to style Niall’s hair into a Mohawk.

“Drink.” I commanded Harry after I returned a moment later, as I squeezed my way to sit between Harry and Niall on the bench seat against the wall.

“Nooo! Time to dance!” Harry said as he tried to stand up again, but failed.

“Harry, I think it’s time to go home.” Niall told him as he reached over and shoved him back down on the seat. Niall picked up the bottle of vodka on the table and took a massive gulp.

“Geez what was that for?” I asked Niall, referring to his sip.

“Oh you haven’t dealt with drunk Harry yet have you? You poor, poor girl. Wait until you try to get him in bed later. You’ll be wanting a drink, trust me.” He explained as he handed me the bottle. I took a sip, and Harry reached over to try to take the bottle from me.

“I think it’s time.” Harry said, as I held the bottle away from him.

“Time for what Harry?” I asked nicely, before taking another sip and passing the bottle to Niall.

“Time… It’s time. You know... Time.” Harry said slowly as he smiled.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Niall asked him, obviously just as confused as I was. We both stared at Harry, who smiled back.

“DANCE TIME!” Harry screamed as he jumped up and took two steps before he hit the floor. Luckily, we were in the VIP section and it was almost closing time, so there weren't too many people around.

“Did I hear someone say dance time?!” Louis cried out as he walked up and lifted Harry off the floor. Niall and I started laughing as Harry and Louis began synchronized pelvic thrusts. Luckily, Eleanor wasn’t far behind Louis, so she put an end to all the madness.

“I rather think it’s bed time for the two of you!” Eleanor told them as she put her hands on top of each of their heads, surprisingly making them stop dancing. I stood up and put Harry’s arm around my shoulders, but he was too heavy for me, so Niall popped up and grabbed Harry’s other side.

“You aaare so cheeky Niall. Sooooo cheeky.” Harry said as he laughed and nuzzled into Niall’s neck.

“All right, all right, you two. No homo here.” I jokingly said while I laughed at them.

“You have to fucking ship Narry!” Niall exclaimed, which practically made me pee myself. I had no idea he knew these tumblr terms. Hell, I didn’t even know them before I started looking at Harry tags a few weeks ago.

“Narry! Narry! Narry!” Harry started to drunkenly chant as Niall turned red from either the booze or laughing, I couldn’t tell.

“Okay. That’s it. We’re leaving. Text me when y’all leave?” I turned to Eleanor, who was cutely getting kissed on the forehead by Louis.

“Of course, lovey.” She said before she turned back to Louis.

“I’ll help you get this home,” he nodded towards Harry slumped in between us, “But you’ll owe me!”

We struggled to get Harry, who insisted on walking by himself, through the paps outside and into the car. He still had his arm around my neck, which would appear normal considering he’s my boyfriend, but a few times he started to lean a bit too far, and Niall had to give him a boost. Once inside the car, much to my relief, Harry fell asleep with his head in my lap, even though Niall and I were practically screaming along to every song that came on the radio.

“Harry,” I said as I kissed him sweetly, “we’re at the hotel. Wake up.” Harry groaned but didn’t wake up.

“Harry, ya lazy sack of shit, get up!” Niall flicked Harry on the forehead, causing him to scrunch up his face and open his eyes.

“We’re at the hotel. You’ve got to get up and walk to the room.” I explained, as I helped him sit up.

“Then it’s sexy time?” He asked me with a very big smile.

“Sure, Harry,” I agreed, laughing, “it’s sexy time.” That must’ve motivated him, because before I knew it Harry jumped out of the car after Niall and dragged me along with him; he still stumbled though, so I had to help him once again. We took the back elevators up to our floor, in silence. Apparently Niall no longer had any jokes to share or any random songs left to sing. At the door to me and Harry’s room, Harry fumbled to get the key out of his pocket, so Niall had to reach in and get it for him. Niall unlocked it and handed the key to me, and Harry pushed the door open before he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder. Thank god Niall was there again, because Harry stumbled and almost dropped me.

“Okay, Harry, you go inside and get in bed.” I instructed him after I was safely on the ground again. “I’m going to thank Niall; I’ll be in there in a second.” I was talking to him like he was a little kid, and I shut the hotel door behind me before Harry could say anything else. Niall and I walked around the corner in the hall to his room.

“Seriously, thank you,” I said before I hugged Niall.

“Anything for you, Liz,” he said back, in a soft voice. He didn’t drop his arms from my waist, nor avert his gaze from my eyes. I had to admit, I couldn’t look away either. His blue eyes were mesmerizing. Slowly, he closed the few inches that created the gap between our lips. I closed my eyes and let it happen. The kiss was sweet, and gentle. His lips were soft. They felt different though... because they weren’t Harry’s.

“Niall!” I suddenly exclaimed as I jumped back from him, “shit fuck shit fuck shit fuuuuuuuck, I’m sorry. I should've fucking- just- ugh..” I cursed as I grabbed my hair between my fingers.

“Well, I’m not sorry, Liz, I..” he started to say, but then we heard something down the hall.

“LIZZIEEEE?” Harry called out, “I thought it was sexy time!?” Could he get any more embarrassing?

“I’ve got to go.” I said quickly before I turned away, not allowing Niall to say anything else. I rounded the corner, and Harry’s face lit up.

“Well there you are,” he said before he grabbed my waist and hotly pushed me against the wall. He started to kiss my neck again, but I was unresponsive. I was distracted, to say the least.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking up at me. His glare was smoldering.

“Nothing,” I lied as I ran my fingers up into his curls and kissed him quickly on his lips, “let’s just get back to the room.” He smirked at me before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down the hallway. He obviously believed me, and for once, I was thankful that he was as drunk as he was.

As I unlocked the door that Harry had drunkenly locked behind him, I had one question practically ringing in my head despite the major distraction of Harry’s kisses on my neck- what the hell did Niall mean when he said he wasn’t sorry?