No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

The awards show was honestly a blur; by the time that we walked the significantly shorter red carpet into the after party venue, I was ready to just drink and have a good time- as was the rest of the group. The guys had won all three awards that they were nominated for, even though I didn’t know that awards were given at a gala, so everyone was ecstatic.

I made my way to the bar as Harry stepped into a hallway to call his mom to tell her how everything went; however, on my way there, I felt someone tap my shoulder. Expecting Eleanor or Danielle, I turned and was surprisingly face to face with Taylor Swift.

“ELIZABETH!” she cried out in a sugary voice as she pulled me into her arms, “it’s so great to finally meet you!”

“Uhm,” I cleared my throat awkwardly as I pulled out of the hug, unsure how to go about this situation, “well I would say it’s nice to meet you too, but I’m pretty uncomfortable right now.” I decided to be honest.

“What?” she plastered her face with a smile, “you mean you’re upset with the girl that your boyfriend slept with while y’all were fighting? Funny, I could say the EXACT same thing about you.” Her words stung like a whip, but it was astonishingly true. I hadn’t realized it yet, but in a weird way, we had a bond. We each knew exactly how the other felt.

“Oh my god, Taylor, I’m so sorry,” I finally choked out as her smile faltered. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting an apology.

“Wh-what..?” she stuttered, finally giving up on the façade.

“Now I know how you felt. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to do that to you. That was a misunderstanding- the first time I slept with Harry-” I clarified as she looked confused, “I had honestly thought y’all had broken up. I can’t apologize enough.” I honestly felt bad.

“What the hell is going on here?” I heard Harry’s angry voice by my side as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him before Taylor had a chance to respond.

“No, babe, it’s okay.” I said, raising my hand onto his chest to calm him as his eyes met mine. “I was just telling Taylor that I was sorry- nothing else. It’s all good here,” I smiled at her, but she didn’t react in the slightest, her gaze unmet by Harry.

“Okay,” Harry began awkwardly after a moment, still not leaving my eyes, “well let’s go get a drink. There are some people here that I want you to meet.”

“It really way nice to finally meet you, Taylor,” I said as she actually smiled back at me before Harry led me away, still clutched tight to his side.

“I really don’t understand you,” he said with a laugh as he shook his curls at me when we reached the bar.

“What don’t you understand, Styles?”

“How you’re so fucking incredible,” he whispered as he cuddled his face into the crook of my neck, his breath tickling my skin. “You wanna get out of here?” He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought you said you had people you wanted me to meet..?”

“They can wait until another event. Let’s go home.” He said with a smile, his dimples deepening as the last word escaped his pink lips. I didn’t even need to respond before his fingers entwined in mine before he began to lead me to the door.

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I was drifting in and out of my dream, slightly being pulled awake by the smell of pancakes, when I felt Harry’s lips lightly touch my forehead. I almost would’ve thought it was part of my dream had he not kissed my lips after.

“Wake up, love,” he whispered as I squinted my eyes open before quickly shutting them again. “that’s not fair! You’re awake!” Harry said in a playful voice as he collapsed on top of me with only the thin sheet separating us.

“Well excuse me for hoping for more kisses if I continued to fake sleep,” I said half sarcastically, half still hopefully as I sat up, pulling up the sheet to cover my exposed chest.

“All you had to do was say so!” he said as he squirmed, still on top of me, to meet his lips to mine, his tongue softly teasing my bottom lip before he pulled away. “I made you breakfast in bed.” Harry said before he jumped up, only to return less than a moment later with a very cute bed-tray thing which he placed on the big bed-side table.

“You seriously are the best. What’s the occasion?” I asked skeptically as I just now realized he was fully dressed.

“I have to leave in…” he checked his watch, “now, actually, for the release of our perfume today. I had completely forgotten until Liam called me about an hour ago to remind me. I’m sorry,” he added as I fake pouted.

“It’s okay, Harry! I understand; you have to go, just hurry back.” I said with a wink.

“Trust me I will. Wait for me?” He said as his eyes traveled down my somewhat covered body.

“Oh, I don’t know… you’re asking me to wait by myself in this big bed… just for you..? Hmm I’ll think about it…” I said as I playfully let the sheet slip down a little bit.

“You realize it’s hell to leave you like this?” he said, smirking a bit before he bent down, his lips meeting mine with more force than I expected. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, to which I denied entrance, so being Harry, he bit down, causing me to gasp and allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. His kiss slowly grew more passionate until he trailed down my jaw and onto my neck where he sucked and kiss and bit with more and more intensity as I gasped, unable to react.

“Good luck going anywhere like that,” he said breathlessly as he pulled away. I got up and (jumping over the red dress that Harry had gotten off of me and onto the ground last night) quickly went to the bathroom to look in the mirror only to discover that my neck was covered with hickies and love-bites.

“You asshole! I hate you,” I said with a smile, because we both knew that I didn’t mean any of that.

“Love you too,” he said jokingly as he began to walk out of the bedroom.

“Wait, Harry!” he turned, “can I at least have one real hug before you leave?” Partially due to the fact that I was still naked, he happily obliged, wrapping me up in his strong arms. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I rested my head in the crook of his neck to diverge suspicion before I launched my attack, quickly and forcefully sucking one spot on his neck before he could fully realize what was happening.

“Have fun,” I said with a wink, planting a quick kiss on the hickie that was already forming before I waltzed back to the bed, pleased with myself as he groaned, the realization just now dawning on him.

“That was not fair!” he called back to me, his groan quickly turning to laughter. “But I’m really leaving now, I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.”

“Love you!” I called out as I pulled the breakfast tray onto my lap while scanning the room for his remote.

“Love you too,” he called back before I heard the door click shut behind him.

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