No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

After a lengthy breakfast, everyone retreated to their own places, which I learned were all on this one floor of the building. I was cleaning up, when Harry called me over.

“You don’t have to do that, Liz,” he said from where he was lounging on the couch, “come here? I want to talk to you about something.” Hesitant, I walked over to where he sat, and he pulled me into his arms.

“Yes, Harry?” I asked as I snuggled into his bare chest. He was always so warm.

“Well, I want to ask you something...” Very scared of where this conversation was going, I felt my heartbeat quicken in my chest. “It’s kind of a new thought, so it’s okay if you need time to think, but I was wondering if you wanted to move in here with me..?” His voice slowed at the end when he finally got to the real question.

“Harry, tha-” I began to say after a moment, but he interrupted me.

“I know, I know, but I’m just worried about limited time that we’ll get to spend together… Especially with this new tour coming up in just a few months. I want to be able to spend as much time with you as possible whenever I can.” He shifted underneath me as I turned onto my side and began to trace over our tattoo on his arm. As he opened his mouth to talk again, I leaned up and kissed his lips.

“Okay,” I said when I pulled away. He looked completely shocked.

“Really???” The grin spread quickly across his face, exposing his dimples.

“I mean, I don’t see why not. I know this is all really rushed, but I don’t have any bad feelings about it.” I said, smiling back at him.

“I love you, so, so, so much.” He said before he kissed me firmly on the top of my head.

“I love you, too.” I laughed, “so what are we going to do today?” I began to get up, but his arms pulled me back into him.

“How about we get the rest of the boys, and get you moved in here?” He said, sounding more and more excited.

“Wow this is fast…” I began to say as he sat up, bringing me up with him.

“Are you sure you want this? It’s okay with you?” He asked, turning to me with a worried expression on his face.

“Yes, now let’s go, crazy.” I said before kissing him on the cheek and popping up from the sofa.

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*HARRY’S POV*

It took some convincing to get everyone to agree to our decision for Liz to move in, but once they gave in, everyone was excited. We each had taken our own cars, though we knew Liz didn’t have that many belongings here. She had only lived in her flat for a record of 16 days, and most of her stuff that she did bring with her was still in boxes.

“Oh, well this should be easy!” Danielle exclaimed when we all walked in. Laughing at her remark, Lizzie walked past everyone else and into her bedroom. She had left my place still wearing my sweats. The tabloids were going to have a field-day with those pictures.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Do you think you could start packing up some of my clothes and such while I’m in there?” She more of commanded rather than asked me as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Chuckling, I sat down in front of her dresser with a suitcase. She really needed to learn how to fold her clothes properly.

I was almost through her underwear drawer when I found something that was unexpected. Though I had already encountered new lingerie sets that were surprising enough, I was taken aback to see the emerald promise ring that I had given her, in a tiny jewelry box in the back corner of the drawer. Pocketing it for later, I continued on packing.

*LIZZIE’S POV*

As I threw on my high-waisted jean shorts and loose white top, I couldn’t help but freeze for a moment and think about things. I was about to move in with my boyfriend for the first time. This was pretty monumental.

“Lizzie, love,” Harry called through the door as he knocked, interrupting my thoughts. “We’ve gotten everything out here, so the last part left is whatever you have in there.”

“You’re amazing,” I said as I opened the door and pecked him on his unsuspecting lips. He barely missed a beat, because before I knew it, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him- lengthening the kiss.

“Hey!” I heard Zayn call from somewhere in my room behind Harry, “I’d like some recognition too. I’m the one who carried most of your crap up and down the stairs.” I pulled away and laughed, flashing Zayn a quick smile before he slumped off into the other room, muttering something about the “stupid, broken elevators.”

“Well, I don’t have much in here, just necessary stuff. Grab me a small bag and we’ll be out of here in no time.” I said, turning around and beginning to gather things in my arms as Harry went and found a bag elsewhere.

“Here you go,” he extended his arms and I dumped the entire contents of my bathroom in there, with the exception of the few towels that I carried in my arms. Harry and I walked out into the now empty living room to join the others.

“Well, let’s go!” I said, eager to finally leave the place where I had spent the majority of my time feeling heartbroken. Lacing the fingers of my free hand into Harry’s, we led the group out and didn’t even bother locking the door behind us.

“Okay, Lizzie,” Zayn said, taking me by the shoulders once we reached the exit doors, “you’re SURE about this?” I scanned his face for a hint of humor, but saw that he was completely serious.

“Nope. I change my mind. Unload everything and take it all back up there.” I said shortly, feigning his serious expression. As I realized no one caught onto my joke, I quickly said, “OH MY GOD. I’m joking! Of course I’m sure about this!” Even through everyone’s laughter, I heard Harry emit a sigh of relief.

“I swear, it looked like you nearly gave Harry here a heart-attack.” Louis said with a laugh as Harry play punched him in the arm. As we walked to the car, I couldn’t help but question myself a little about my decision, but I knew that I was making the right one. Harry was good for me. This would be good for me. I was ready for this.

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