No Regrets

*HARRY’S POV*

I was awoken the next morning by a faint knocking sound at our door. Making sure Liz was covered up, undisturbed, and I was decent, I quietly opened the door and to my surprise, there was a very attractive hotel worker standing there behind a cart with room service on it.

“Uh.. Hi.. We didn’t order anything…?” I asked more than stated.

“Oh, I know. This was sent from room 2034,” she explained- Louis’ room, cheeky bastard- “they called this morning to order and said it was to be brought promptly at 8:30.”

“Shit, is it 8:30 already?” I asked, louder than I meant to because I heard Liz stir behind me.

“Yes, Mr. Styles, it is.”

“Harry?” Liz called out sleepily, “who’s at the door?”

“No one, love, just room service. Stay in bed,” I answered her as I watched the hotel girl begin to blush as her eyes wandered to the door frame. Her awkwardness was cute. “Well thank you, Vanessa,” I said as I looked at her nametag.

“No problem, but before I go could you take a picture with me?” she asked as she pulled out her iphone.

“Of course,” I smiled as she snapped a quick selfie before I rolled the cart back into the room.

“We have a complimentary breakfast from a Mr. Louis Tomlinson!” I announced as Liz sat up in bed, bare chest unfortunately hidden by her hot mess of curly/wavy brown hair.

“How sweet!” She crooned, “what will we be having?” As she stood up to inspect the cart of food, she stopped along the way to pick up her discarded bra and underwear off of the floor. Dammit.

“Well you can have anything on here, as long as you’re quick! We’ve got a car picking us up in thirty minutes for the airport, so we’ve got to get going!” I told her as she began to examine some strawberries.

“Mehh I don’t want to go back,” she whined as I leaned over and bit the strawberry that was in her hand. “Hey you ass-hat! That was a good one!” She threw the strawberry top at me which I *skillfully* dodged.

“I know, that’s why I stole it.” I said before I smacked her on the butt and ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower before she could throw any more fruit at me.

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“Hello this is your captain speaking, I just wanted to say that we will now begin our descent into New Orleans, please fasten seatbelts, return seats and tray tables into their upright positions, and turn off all electronics. Our approximate arrival time is 11:30.”

As soon as the loudspeaker cut off, I began trying to decide when to wake up Liz who was sound asleep next to me. Getting from our hotel, to the airport, to the terminal, and onto this flight had to be particularly exhausting for someone who had just suffered from a traumatic brain injury, so as soon as we had been seated, she pretty much just knocked out. Plus, she looked really adorable with her head on my shoulder, but I didn’t want the landing to scare her, so I slowly started to rub her arm.

“Liz, love, we’re landing soon,” I whispered to her. Scrunching her eyes and forehead, she began to stir. “It’s time to wake up.”

“I don’t want to go baaaack,” she finally mumbled, eyes still closed, head still on my shoulder.

“I know, but you’re almost done! What’d you say- just eight days of classes left, right?” I tried to encourage her, but I didn’t want her to go back either.

“Yup,” she said as she finally opened her eyes and slowly lifted her head. “And then I get to go on Senior Break for three weeks to tour with y’all before graduation!” She finally smiled.

“Tour life isn’t that fabulous, you know,” I said, reasoning with her.

“Oh, but it will be,” she said with a smile before she gave me a quick peck on the lips. We both knew it would be.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain,” began a man’s voice over the intercom, “and we’re about to touch ground, so I would like to ask all flight attendants to please take their seats. Weather in New Orleans in 870 and humid, and the local time is 11:26. Thank you for flying with us.”

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*LIZZIE’S POV*

Walking off the flight and through the airport with Harry was pretty bad, but that could be due to the fact that he insisted on me being put in a wheelchair because he didn’t want me to strain myself, and the fact that there were SEVERAL fans waiting. Though, the wheelchair was actually a pretty good idea on his part, as stubborn as I was, because we ended up having to wait for a long time for our luggage, and there were no chairs in the area security brought us to. As Harry took a phone call to discuss what sounded like an upcoming photo-shoot, I pulled mine out of my purse and turned off airplane mode, allowing my phone to receive texts.

As they loaded, I ignored almost all of them until my finger scrolled down to reveal that I had three new text messages from a Mr. Niall Horan. He and I hadn’t really talked much since the incident, so I was curious as to what he had to say.

From: Niall Horan
Heard Radioactive in the car and I thought of you !!

From: Niall Horan
Ya kno it’s one of the songs from that car ride with drunk Harry , when we had the jam session !

From: Niall Horan
Wait is it uncomfortable for me to talk about that night ? is that allowed?

Smiling at how adorable the three texts were, I typed a quick response.

To: Niall Horan
Hahaha Niall, it’s fine! You can text me whatever you want! It’s sweet of you to think of me (:

I was debating on whether that was okay to send considering the awkwardness of our situation, when Harry interrupted me.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked abruptly.

“Um, no one- just Emma,” I quickly said, surprising myself with the lie. I quickly pressed send on my text and went back to my messages.

“Oh, tell her I say hi!” Harry said cheerfully, which made me instantly feel bad about the stupid lie. Before I could say anything though, there was a knock on the door.

“Harry? We have your luggage; are y’all ready to go?” A man called through the door as Harry walked over to open it.

“Yeah, we’re ready.” Harry said before he turned around and began to wheel me out the room.

“Let’s finally just get home.” He said just so I could hear.