No Regrets

I spent the rest of my weekend doing normal things- finishing college essays, getting my passport picture updated because I’m spending my summer in London on an academic program, and of course- telling my best friends EVERY detail about my night with Harry. They showed me all the pictures that they had seen of me and Harry on twitter and different tumblrs. Thankfully there were only a couple, and I looked somewhat decent. On Sunday night, I was watching a movie and eating pizza with my two best friends- Nicole and Emma- when Emma said something that made me choke on my pizza crust.

“So, Liz, what are you going to say when girls swarm you at school tomorrow morning?” she asked nonchalantly. I hadn’t even thought of what I was going to say. It was annoying because for Harry’s sake, I was going to have to lie and say nothing happened and we were just friends- which in my defense, was only 50% a lie. But the thing is, what had happened between us was big. It wasn’t just a one-night stand, and that was driving me crazy. I had spent only a short few hours with him, and he already had such a hold on me emotionally that it was scary.


“Weellll, I’m going to have to say that nothing happened between us, and that we are just friends.” I directed my comment at both of them, “and y’all are going to back me up and not tell anyone ANYTHING.”

“But between us three, what is going to happen between y’all? Anything?” Nicole said as she turned to me and put down her pizza. I could tell she was getting serious, so I decided to give her a real answer.

“I honestly have no idea. Sleeping with him wasn’t like being with any other guy that I’ve slept with. When we were talking Friday night before we left the club, it was so natural and funny. It was great to have a conversation with him- there was no awkwardness, no pressure, nothing. It was like we had known each other our whole lives. And then you add the sex aspect and the great kisser part, and ugh I get so frustrated because it’s just ugh…” I stuttered, unable to finish my thought. However, Nicole and Emma seemed to get exactly what I was saying.

“Well, just be careful, with a guy like Harry, you can have your whole world turned upside down with a snap of his fingers…” Emma said after a moment. Though she wasn’t speaking from experience or anything, her words were so true. Wanting to change the subject and focus back on our movie again, I summed up everything to end the conversation.


“So back to the point, anyone asks- nothing happened. Even if Harry frickin asks you- nothing happened. And that’s it.” After I finished what I was saying I didn’t even let them comment, I just grabbed the remote and pressed play.

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After school on Monday I went to the locker room, changed into one of my all black, bodycon waitressing dresses and heels, and drove straight to work. The sooner I got out of school the better. The girls were terrible- every one either had a question or a comment. One girl even went as far as calling me “Harry’s whore.” I didn’t really care because Emma, Nicole and I stuck to our story and when everyone eventually realized that we really weren’t going to tell anything, they stopped asking.

I was a good two hours into my shift when Steven came up to me and told me I was done for the night. I was really confused, because he had never cut my shift off early before, but when I asked him why, he said that I would find my answer waiting for me at the front desk.. which just made me even more confused. I clocked out, grabbed my bag and keys, and walked to the front of the restaurant. I was standing there when someone came up behind me and whispered in my ear..

“Well hello love. I thought I would find you here.”

“Harry!” I exclaimed as I turned around and he wrapped me in his stable, warm arms. I recognized the voice of course, because I had only heard one like it. And the British accent also kinda gave it away. “What are you doing here!?” I asked. I was flattered, but most of all I was just confused…

"Well I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past two days, and something happened today and I just wanted to talk to you…” his voice got softer and softer as he spoke. He shifted his gaze around the restaurant and asked a new question. “Do you know any places that we can go and talk for a bit? Your manager was more than accommodating when I asked for you, and he even suggested that we could eat here, but I don’t think that’d be good.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I know the perfect place we can go to. I’ll drive.” I said as I jingled my keys.

“Perfect. Lead the way,” he said, smiling and lacing his fingers through mine.

And so Harry and I left, and I couldn’t help but smile too because his hand felt so perfect in mine.

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