No Regrets

*HARRY’S POV*

I literally had to run off my flight to the car so I could make it backstage to get ready for the concert in time. When I finally got there, the rest of the lads had already changed and warmed up, so I was forced to warm up by myself in the dressing room while they poked fun and cracked jokes.

Finally, it was time to head to our positions for the jump-stage start. Crouched down on our platforms as the music played our intro, I shouted a quick message to the rest of them.

“NO REMOVING OR PULLING OFF ANY OF MY CLOTHES TONIGHT GOT IT?” I screamed, particularly at Liam and Louis’ direction. They snickered, and the final backstage countdown began; I could barely even hear anything over my heartbeat that was pounding in my ears- something that typically happened when I got nervous.

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I had nothing to be nervous about- the concert was going fantastically. The fans had been asked to wear red as part of a certain scene we wanted to film for the movie we were releasing later this year, and everyone dressed out- even our outfits were full red.

As we finished singing Everything About You, I checked the setlist taped to the stage, even though I knew what was next. It was time for the twitter questions- one of my favourite parts of the show; however, I grew somewhat anxious because I hadn’t had time to read the questions backstage pre-show like we normally did. Figuring it was okay since the rest of the boys had read them, I went along with everything.

The first few questions were average- we impersonated ducks, talked about the movie, and did a mini-harlem shake.

The next question, however, caught me a bit off-guard.

“Okay! Meredith in Section 107, Row 4- where are you Meredith?” Louis called out into his mic as the spotlight found the girl whom none of us could see though we still pretended and waved, “Okay well Meredith wants to know what each of us boys likes best about the newest girlfriend, Harry’s other half, Elizabeth!” I smiled as I felt myself blush a bit while the rest of the boys cat-called and Zayn ruffled my hair.

“I’ll start,” Liam said after a moment, “Uhm, I think she’s quite nice.”

“How boring!” Louis said, in typical Louis-fashion.

“Fine!” Liam said back, just as sassily, “I think she’s also quite fit.”

“I think we can all agree with that,” Zayn slipped his comment into the conversation, resulting in an outburst from the crowd.

“In all seriousness though, I’m happy to see how happy she makes you.” Louis said as he came and wrapped his arm around my shoulder while awwwuh’s resounded throughout the arena. “Now last but not least, Niall you haven’t said anything about your dear friend, Lizzie!”

Shrugging Louis’ arm off of me, I cut Niall off before he even raised his mic to his face, “actually, I think we’ve talked enough about my girlfriend! How about we move onto the next question!” I cheerfully said, attempting to divert attention and suspicion while I skillfully ignored the death-glare I was getting from Niall.

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*NINE DAYS LATER*

*LIZZIE’S POV*

It was the Thursday night before my last day of high school, and also the night before I left with my boyfriend to join him on tour for the next three weeks. I was flustered and surrounded by my entire contents of my closet because I had no idea what to pack- and of course, I had procrastinated packing until the last minute.

“Okay well what do you think of this? Should this be packed?” I jokingly asked as I held a lace thong and bra lingerie set in front of my laptop camera so that it was visible in my Skype call.

“Oh ya! Definitely bring that!” Responded a deep Irish accent from the other end of the call. Laughing, I sat back down in front of my laptop on the floor to face Niall.

“I’ve really missed your accent; now that I think about it,” I confessed as he smiled.

“And I’ve missed you,” he said quietly after a moment, before I could respond, he looked up from the camera. “Harry’s coming, I’ll text you.” He said quickly and quietly before he closed his laptop, ending the call- much to my dismay.

I continued to pack and let my mind wander for the next couple of hours, until I had sufficiently stuffed two suitcases and a carryon. Harry was using a private jet to meet me at the airport here in New Orleans after school tomorrow. From there, we would fly to Texas, where the concerts and touring would continue. After packing, I turned on the shower and quickly got in, not minding the cold water at first. I checked my phone (because my case is waterproof) and was happy to see that I had several texts- three of which from Niall and Harry.

From: Harry
I miss you so much .xx

From: Harry
Seriously can’t wait to see you tomorrow.. these have been the longest ten days of my life

From: Niall
cant f’in wait for tomorrow !! miss u loads !

Smiling at the sweetness of both, I typed a quick response to Niall before I took a picture to send to Harry with his response. It wasn’t a sexual picture or anything, except for the fact that you could see my boobs. I was making a joking kissy face as I held the phone out in front of me.

To: Niall
Miss you too weirdo (;

To: Harry
Can’t wait to see you either… (;
~photo attachment~

Putting my phone down, I went through my normal shower routine, wrapped myself in a towel, and got out. Checking my phone again before I got dressed, I saw that I had two new messages from Harry and Niall.

From: Harry
What?

Confused and slightly offended by his response, I went to check Niall’s message before I replied to Harry.

From: Niall
holy shit Lizzie !

I was further confused for a moment before the harsh truth dawned on me. I had mixed up the messages. Scrolling up, I confirmed my suspicions. I had sent the picture to Niall. Fuck. Shit.

To: Niall
Oh my god so sorry! That was meant for Harry!

To: Harry
Sorry babe, that was meant for Nicole! You're not a weirdo (:
Can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Love you! Xxxxx

Taking deep breaths and hoping Harry hadn’t gone on Niall’s phone recently, I sent my responses. Niall texted back almost instantaneously.

From: Niall
it’s ok I didn’t mind ;)

His response made me realize something- I didn’t mind either..

Notes