No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

Still breathless, I was tracing Harry’s tattoos as I normally do while I laid my head on his chest. We hadn’t spoken, just simply were enjoying being with one another. Harry had his arm around me, and began tracing things on a small part of my back. I sighed. It felt good.

Unfortunately, our moment was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.

“Harry?? Lizzie?” We heard Zayn call through the door.

“Just a moment!” Harry called as we both jumped up and began to dress quickly. I took longer than he did because I had to find my underwear which Harry somehow threw all the way across the room. Laughing as I struggled to get my jeans on, Harry finally unlocked the door.

“Jesus, took you long enough,” Louis exclaimed as he walked in the room and sat on the bed.

“You really wanna sit there?” Zayn asked Louis as he followed into the room with the rest of the boys, “think of what just happened on that bed.”

“Point taken,” Louis said as he jumped up.

“Well, we’re not staying long, we’re just here to talk to you about the interview.” Liam said, “We have an interview in a couple of hours on some news show here in Texas.” He directed to me, filling me in on the situation.

“Yeah, management called, and they said to be prepared for questions about Lizzie AND Taylor.” Niall quickly added. “Taylor’s new album, and the pictures that the paps took of us with Lizzie when we brought her home this morning.” He said with a small smirk.

“Wait, y’all went too?” I asked, not remembering the rest of the boys playing a part in Harry’s rescue.

“You don’t remember!?” Zayn asked, jumping up with laughter and excitement. “We all went! Oh you should’ve heard yourself. It was hilarious.” Louis jumped into Liam’s arms- who surprisingly held him up well.

“Oh my favorite song is by One Direction- hey that’s you!” Louis called out in a girlish voice as he swung his head back and forth. Groaning, I covered my face with my hands.

“All right, that’s enough,” Harry said with a smile as he shooed them out when noticed my quickly reddening face.

“Ahhhhhh!” I let out a small groan of embarrassment as I fell back onto the bed.

“You were pretty funny though,” Harry said as he sat down next to me. “You didn’t know it was me carrying you, so you started to tell me about your boyfriend.” He chuckled.

“Oh that’s so awkward. I don’t want to know anymore.” I admitted before I sat up and went to take a shower by myself, much to Harry’s dismay.

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*HARRY’S POV*

“So, Harry, tell us about the current love of your life, I believe her name is Elizabeth Braddison?” The snarky interview woman turned her attention from Liam to me as she sat across from us five on another identical sofa with a male reporter.

“Yes, Liz.” I confirmed, smiling.

“Now, be honest, who wears the pants in your relationship?” The male reporter asked; I had completely forgotten his name. Pausing, thinking of the appropriate answer to the strange question, Louis took advantage of the silence.

“Like either of them ever wear any pants!” He said as the rest of the group broke out in a fit of laughter, “they’re always all over each other!” I was speechless; I could feel myself blush, but all I could do was smile and try and hold back my own laughter as I made eye contact with Lizzie where she stood off-set.

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“You did fantastically.” Liz said as I wrapped my arms around her small frame.

“Well thank you, love,” I smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Now, what do you want to do today?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I began, watching his perfect green eyes cloud with sadness, “I’m spending the day with El and Dani- we planned a big shopping trip... I promise to make it up to you later though,” I quickly added, planting a quick kiss on the cheek of his now smirking face before I walked off down the hallway to find the girls.

*HARRY’S POV*

As I got in the car with Louis and Liam, the other two girlfriendless boyfriends, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

“Will you two shut up for a moment!?” I called out, exasperated by their bickering over where to go for lunch. As I finally maneuvered out my phone, my breath caught in my chest as my eyes read the name on the screen. “Shit,” I uttered, just loud enough for the other two to hear.

“Who is it?” Louis asked, peering over.

“Taylor,” I answered, unsure of what to do.

“Hurry up and answer it-” was all Liam could get up before I silenced him by holding up a finger as I pressed the green button on my iphone screen.

“Hello?” I asked, hoping it would be a simple business call regarding some headline or whatnot.

“Hey handsome... I’ve missed your voice,” Taylor whispered through the phone. The iciness yet paradoxically radiating sexiness of her tone gave me goosebumps. Clearing my throat, I looked around hastily to Louis’ and Liam’s confused yet intense glares.

“Why are you calling, Taylor?” I asked gruffly, trying to figure out her relentlessly confusing ways.

“Well… I was in the area promoting my album, when I heard that y’all just happened to be here, too, for your tour!” She sighed; I could practically see her red-lipsticked smug smile in my head, “isn’t that a funny coincidence?”

“Quite a funny coincidence,” I monotonously agreed. I could see where this was going.

“So, I was thinking, since you’re probably already tired of that little whore of a girlfriend you have- what’s her name again? Elizabeth?”

“Lizzie,” I interrupted, correcting her out of instinct.

“Ah, Lizzie,” she said softly; this new tone was foreign to me, “Well, forget about Lizzie for a night and come visit me. I’ve missed your strong touch on my-”

“I’ll talk to you later then, Taylor.” I said, quickly cutting her off before it could go any further. What the hell was she thinking? Abruptly hanging up without another word from her, I shoved my phone back in my pocket.

“What was that all about?” Liam asked, raising questioning eyebrows.

“Oh nothing, just another tabloid rumor,” I answered, not wanting to discuss the subject further.

“All right then, so we’re getting pizza for lunch right?” Louis asked, initiating the argument between him and Liam again.

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*LIZZIE’S POV*

That was possibly the longest shopping trip of my life. Though I wanted to just go home and have a simple movie night with Harry, it took much persuasion, but I eventually ended up dressed up and at a club with the rest of the group.

“That dress looks fantastic on you; I’m so glad we talked you into buying it!” Eleanor said as she approached me at the bar. I was wearing a skin tight black dress with cut-outs along the sides of my waist.

“You really think so?” I asked, doubting her compliment.

“Why don’t you just ask Harry then?” She whispered into my ear as we turned to face the curly-haired boy across the room, “He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you all night.” Blushing, I finished my drink before Eleanor ordered another couple rounds of shots for the two of us.

“Let’s get super drunk tonight!” Eleanor exclaimed as she giggled into my ear. Already feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system, I was in no position to object. Tossing back a few more, El and I then skipped over to the booth where both of our boyfriends were now sitting on the outskirts of a big group.

“Harry, guess whoooo,” I whispered into his ear as I covered most of his face with my hands.

“Hello love,” he smiled, dimples on full display as he pulled me around the edge of the chair and into his lap. I giggled as he began to place playful kisses along the crook of my neck.

“Harrrryyyyy, that tickles too much!” I whined, despite still wanting him to continue.

“So, how much have you had to drink?” a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Maybe... only a lot!” I revealed with a laugh as he let out a chuckle.

“Well no more okay?” He looked at me, only a hint of playfulness left in his green eyes. “Promise me, Liz, especially after last night…” The worry was now completely evident on his face. The playfulness was gone from his eyes.

“Don’t bring that up, Harry, please…” I begged, as he reminded me of the terrible memories.

“I’m sorry love,” he pulled me tight into his arms, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

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*HARRY’S POV*

I hadn’t seen Liz since she left my lap after I brought up last night. Wandering around as I finished drink number whatever, I finally found her. She was seated in a booth with Niall; they seemed to be wrestling over something. I felt myself begin to lose my temper.

“’the fuck is going on here!?” I yelled as I approached the table.

“Calm down, mate, she only wants my phone.” Niall said with a laugh as he held out his still-on phone which was illuminated with a picture of Liz, though his fingers covered most of it. I realized he was piss drunk- as was she. Giggling before practically falling into his lap, Lizzie reached out for me.

“Heeeyy,” she whined as she flashed her classic eyes-closed, drunk smile, “I need your help. He has to delete that picture. I don’t want my boyfriend to see itttt!” Curious, I easily took the phone from drunk Niall’s hand. There, on the screen shining up at me, was a picture of MY Lizzie in the shower- breasts on full display. Without thinking, I practically threw the phone into one of the full drinks on the table, the clacking glass and splash completely unnoticed by the laughing couple sitting in front of me.

If Lizzie wanted to do this, fine with me. Two could play at this game. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I quickly scrolled through my contacts as I stormed out of the club until I pressed the one I was looking for. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my anger or both, but my choice seemed justified in my mind.

“Hey handsome… I had a feeling you’d call,” whispered the familiar voice as soon as the phone was answered.

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