No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

I was laying on Harry’s chest gently tracing his “free falling” tattoo on his upper bicep with my fingertips when someone knocked on the door.

“Ughhh,” Harry groaned as he rolled out of bed from underneath me, “I’ll get it.” I quickly threw on my bra as Harry opened the door.

“ALL RIGHT WHO’S READY FOR- ohh?” Louis stopped himself and smirked after he saw me as he led the rest of guys into the room. “Sorry, Liz, didn’t realize we were interrupting something!” He said as he high-fived Harry with a laugh.

“It’s all right, we’ll be down in a minute.” Harry said as he shooed them out.

“Sorry about that!” He apologized as I finished getting dressed- trying to keep hold of some shred of my dignity. “But listen, I’ve got a photoshoot with the rest of the lads; you could come and watch if you’d like, and we could get lunch after?”

“Sounds great, babe.” I said before I kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re amazing. I’m going to take a quick shower and then we can go!” Harry said before he walked off into the bathroom, making sure to drop his boxers along the way in typical Harry-style.

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At the photoshoot, everyone was surprisingly welcoming. I was awfully worried about being in the way or causing some sort of problem with my clumsy self, but luckily Dani and Eleanor were there too, so they showed me how the proper girlfriend acts at these sorts of things. Harry was immediately whisked away as soon as we got there, and I barely saw him in between wardrobe, hair and makeup, and lighting tests. I was standing at the refreshments table with Danielle and Eleanor when a pair of hands covered my eyes.

“Guess whoooo,” said a very odd, high-pitched voice in my ear.

“C’mon, get off.” I said with a smile as I tried to remove the hands, knowing it was Harry.

“Nope, not until you guess- aw goddamn I ruined it.” Harry cursed when he realized he was talking in his normal voice again. Laughing at his stupidity, I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Jesus, you’re wearing more makeup than a thirteen year old slut,” I said as I rubbed my thumb on his powdered cheek.

“You jerk,” he said jokingly before he planted a quick kiss on my forehead.

“Harry! Now I’m going to have lipstick on my forehead.” I exaggerated as I nuzzled my face into his neck, wiping my forehead.

“No! Stop! That tickles!” He yelped as he practically jumped three feet back from me.

“Ohh? What’s this?” I said as I raised an eyebrow. “Are you ticklish on your neck?”

“Liz…. Don’t even think about it!” He could barely finish his sentence before he took off running with me in full pursuit behind him. After a few seconds, he surprised me and turned around. I practically ran into him before he picked me up off the ground and threw me over his shoulder as he tickled my sides.

“Harry! Stop! I can’t breathe!” I exclaimed as he held me tightly over his shoulder, continuing to tickle me. I was laughing so hard I practically had tears running down my face.

“Oh, don’t suffocate the poor girl before I even get the chance to meet her!” Said a voice behind Harry’s back. Before I could lift my head to meet the voice, Harry turned.

“Mum! What are you doing here!?” Harry said as he slid me over his shoulder and down his body until I was safely on the floor again. As Harry hugged his mother, I wiped underneath my eyes and made a feeble attempt at taming my curly hair.

“This is my girlfriend, Lizzie,” Harry said as he backed out of the hug and gestured towards me. “Liz, this is my mum, Anne.”

“You can call me Liz,” I said as I stuck out my hand.

“Oh come here Liz! Let me hug you.” She said before she grabbed my hand and wrapped me up in a very tight hug.

“Wait I want to join!” Harry whined before we felt his long arms wrap around us.

“Of course he does…” Anne muttered, making us laugh.

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*HARRY’S POV*

When I last saw Liz and my mum, they were laughing and seemed to be enjoying themselves. That put me at ease a bit. It’s not that I was worried that my mum wouldn’t like Liz or anything; it’s just that she’s so special to me. I wanted everything to be perfect.

I walked out of the dressing room after I had removed all the makeup and changed into normal clothes to where they were sitting and still laughing. I approached them and caught the end of their conversation.

“And then I heard Harry’s little voice call from down the hall, ‘Mum! It’s stuck!’ and I think I knew then that he would be trouble.” My mum was practically crying from laughing as she finished telling the story. I couldn’t help but be a little curious as to what this story was.

“What’s this you’re telling?” I asked, causing them to look up and instantly silence their laughter. They then turned to each other and made eye contact before they both burst out laughing again.

“All right, all right you two. How about we go and get some lunch? Just the three of us?” I asked.

“Sounds lovely. Ready Liz?” My mum said as they both stood up.

“Ready Anne.” Liz said with a smile.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

We finally ended up at some Italian restaurant whose name I couldn’t pronounce. The waiter had thankfully seated us in a booth in the far back corner, so we had some privacy.

“All right. Question time.” Anne said as we got our drinks.

“Mum, I’m nineteen; you don’t nee-” Harry protested, but Anne cut him off.

“And you’re still my baby, so hush.” She turned to me, “Now Liz, let me think… Oh! Got one! Have you ever been married before?”

“Mum!” Harry exclaimed, but then he turned to me, “have you..?”

“No, I have not!” I said with a laugh as I jokingly elbowed him. “Next question?”

“Okay, do you have any form of a criminal record?” Anne asked, trying hard to remain serious.

“Nope.” I answered confidently.

“Never caught dealing drugs or murdering someone?” Anne pressed on, stifling her laugh.

“Well there was this one time…” I began before I started laughing, “No, I’m kidding. Never.”

“Very good, now let’s see… any STD’s?” She asked, practically causing Harry and I to spit out our drinks.

“Er, no.” I said with a cough, “I’m.. um.. all clean.”

“Okay, okay, your interrogation has officially ended.” Harry said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Anne picked up her menu and hid her face, even though we could still hear her laughing which caused Harry and me to laugh too.

The rest of the lunch was absolutely wonderful. Anne was fantastically funny, especially when she and Harry would tell me old stories of crazy fans waiting outside of their home or things like that. The whole lunch Harry kept his hand rested on my leg- not in an inappropriate way, but a sweet way. Like just so I knew he was there. When it finally came time to part, I was actually a bit sad. Even though I had only known Anne for a few hours, she was shockingly the closest I’ve ever felt to what a mother is really like.

“I’ll see you both tonight at the concert. Go enjoy some alone time.” Anne said before she hugged me. “I cannot tell you how glad I am that Harry met you.” She whispered into my ear before she turned to Harry. I couldn’t hear what she told him, but I had a feeling it was about me because he looked up at me before he turned back to her.

“Bye mum” Harry called as she walked out of the restaurant. He then turned and hugged me. I pulled back, somewhat surprised.

“What was that for?” I asked, as I looked up at him smiling.

“You know I love you right?” He said as more of a statement than a question. Instead of giving him a verbal answer immediately, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine. This time instead of him kissing me, I was kissing him. I had control. I kissed him sweetly for a moment before I pulled away.

“I love you too, Harry.” I said softly. Even though he still had his eyes closed, he smiled.

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