No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

I stood there all alone until Niall came out of Harry’s room.

“Harry???” He called out into a Harry-less hallway before he saw me. “Lizzie… oh my god.” He ran up to me and wrapped me into his arms, and that’s when I finally let myself cry. Niall tried to calm me down and stroked my hair, but no matter what, I sobbed. I was heartbroken. This was all my fault.

“Shh, Liz, it’s going to be okay.” Niall whispered to me. He extended his arms and held me back by my shoulders. “Smile for me?” I forced a smile as silent tears still ran down my cheeks. Wiping my face with Harry’s tshirt, I pulled out my phone deciding to call Harry.

“Niall, he’s gone. We have to go get him. What if something happens... with the paparazzi and the fans… Niall, I’ve got to go.” I turned to walk to the elevators, but Niall wrapped an arm around my waist.

“No, you stay here. I’ll go get Harry. I’ve got some explaining to do.” I started to protest, but Niall began to shake his head. “Lizzie, please. Just let me fix this.” Before I could say anything, he walked past me, leaving me alone again.

Not wanting to cry in the hallway, I got the room key out of my pocket and let myself into Harry’s room. Stripping down to my bra and underwear with just his tshirt on, I wrapped myself in the hotel’s massive duvet before I cried myself to sleep.

*HARRY’S POV*

I struggled to find somewhere private where I could hide from fans as well as Lizzie and Niall, and I finally settled on a seemingly-empty antique shop. There was one girl behind the counter, who looked to be about sixteen. Luckily, she didn’t say anything when I rushed in. I pretended to browse amongst the piles of odd things, but I was struggling to remain calm. I could feel my eyes well up with hot, angry tears, and I didn’t want to cry in public.

“Is there somewhere private where I could hangout for a while? Sorry I’m just trying to catch a break from some fans…” I awkwardly asked the girl behind the desk. She stared at me for a moment with her mouth agape. “Excuse me?” I asked.

“Wha- oh sorry! Sure. This is the key to the employee bathroom in the back. You can hide in there if you want? Sorry, that’s the best I can do…” she said shyly as she held out a key on a massive fuzzy key chain. Feeling silly, but not wanting to object in the slightest, I took the key and wandered into the back of the store where I finally found the door she mentioned.

When I finally locked the door behind me, the tears came. Resting my head in my hands on the bathroom counter, I let myself cry over Lizzie. This was the first time I had ever really cried over a girl. It was scary… it showed me again how much I really love her. As I was thinking about all of this, I heard a knock on the door. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red, and it was pretty obvious that I was crying. I decided to ignore whoever was knocking.

“HARRY. OPEN THE DOOR. NOW.” I heard a voice that I recognized demand through the door. “It’s Niall! Open the door, please.” Not wanting him to cause a scene, I unlocked the door. Niall burst through.

“What the fuck do you want? How did you even find me?” I asked him, furious but curious at the same time.

“Your little friend at the front desk sent out a not-too-private tweet… there’s fans down the block.” Niall explained, shaking his head. “And it doesn’t look like you’re quite ready to go anywhere either, so you’ll have to listen to me explai-”

“Niall,” I cut him off, “I don’t want to hear you fucking explain about you and Lizzie kissing! Just stop!” I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing my temper.

“No, Harry! I’m not going to just stop!” Niall said, obviously losing his temper, “this is the happiest I’ve ever seen you with a girl, so I’d be damned if I let my one fuckup ruin it! You and Lizzie love each other. You may not notice it, but you should see the way you two look at each other. It’s different. It’s special. I’m not going to let you fucking ruin it because you’re losing your temper over something that was entirely my fault, and you won’t even let me explain!” He finished, out of breath. I was speechless. He was actually making sense. Niall, the last person that I wanted to talk to right now, was becoming my voice of reason.

“I kissed her. We both were drinking… not as much as you, but still. That’s the only reason she didn’t push me away right away, and that’s the only reason that I even kissed her in the first place! Harry, she loves you. She really loves you. You should’ve seen her in the hallway after you left just now. My kiss meant NOTHING to her. If you’re going to be pissed at anyone, be pissed at me! I’m the one who finally let my emotions get the better of me, and I shouldn’t have. I’m more than sorry, Harry.” Niall finished, and he looked like he meant it. I immediately regretted what I had done to Liz in the hallway. I let my temper get the best of me, like always.

“Niall, it’s okay.” I said as I grabbed him and pulled him into a massive hug. “Now, let’s go. I have a girlfriend that I need to make up with.”

*LIZZIE’S POV*

I had woken up from my nap when I heard the hotel door slam. Sitting up, I turned to see who it was, and I was very surprised to see Harry standing there next to the bed. Before I could say anything, he crawled on top of the bed where I was laying and crashed his lips onto mine.

“Harry!” I exclaimed after I pulled back from the kiss, “I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad.”

“No, love, I’m sorry. I was a jerk in the hall. I should have let Niall explain.” He said before he kissed me again.

“We seem to have a problem with letting each other explain things,” I said with a laugh. “How’s Niall though?”

“We’re fine. Don’t worry. But let’s not talk about him now.” Harry said as he kissed me again with more force. “Let’s not talk at all.”

I slid out from under the covers without breaking the kiss and flipped over to straddle myself on top of Harry. He placed his hands on my hips as he lay back on the bed, and I kneeled as I peeled his shirt off over my head. Placing both of his hands on my boobs, I bent down and began to kiss his neck. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra which I quickly slid off before I tugged at his shirt. Rolling over so that he was on top of me, he mimicked me by taking off his shirt and beginning to kiss my neck, but instead he trailed his kisses until he was kissing and sucking on my boobs. I entangled my fingers in his curls and pulled his head up so that he was kissing my lips again. He bit my bottom lip, causing me to gasp and allowing his tongue access into my mouth. The kiss continued to become more and more heated until he rolled back over, pulling me on top of him. I began to trail my kisses down his neck and abs, pausing until I got to just above his belt buckle. I looked up at him propped up on his elbows, and maintained eye contact with his piercing green eyes as I undid his pants and pushed them down. Even through his boxers, I could see how excited he already was. Biting the band of his boxers with my teeth, I pulled them down, allowing him to spring free before I began to twirl around his tip with my tongue. I opened my mouth, and sucked going back and forth in a continuous rhythm as he moaned, his breathing becoming jagged. Picking up the speed but stopping right before his peak, I came back up and crawled on top of him again before Harry pulled me flat on chest as he kissed me again.

“I want you. Now.” Harry practically growled as he moved on top of me so that he could take control.

Trust me, I wasn’t about to object.

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