No Regrets

*LIZZIE’S POV*

Once we had packed, driven to the private runway, and boarded onto the jet, the one hour long flight to Paris seemed like it only lasted a few minutes. Harry and I spent the flight like we typically did- him with his arm around me, my head on his chest, and us sharing his IPod (one ear bud for him, one for me). When the sole flight attendant came out of the cabin to tell us we were preparing to land, I honestly didn’t even feel like moving, even though I had an inevitably romantic night ahead of me.

“All right, time to get ready to go!” Harry said as he stretched and groaned before he slowly removed his arm from around me as the jet touched the runway.

“So, what are we doing on my first ever night in Paris?” I asked, turning in my seat to face Harry as he ran his fingers through his hair before he quickly covered it with his favorite hat.

“That,” he said, his green eyes lighting up as his smile grew, “is for me to know, and you to find out.”

“Allllll righttt,” I groaned, though he knows how much I love surprises.

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*HARRY’S POV*

“Okay, this is it!” I announced as I pulled our car in front of the small house that we were staying at for tonight. I turned to face her as she removed her blindfold, which I had insisted that she put on, because I wanted to watch her reaction. I had to admit, Louis picked the place, and it was perfect. There was a small balcony on the second floor with a simple table and chairs, and Louis promised there was a “perfect” view of the Eifel Tower at night.

“Oh my god, Harry,” she said, her smile growing, “this is beautiful!” Lizzie turned to me, cupping my face in her hands before she gently kissed my lips, her hands traveling into my hair as I let her lead the kiss.

“Why don’t we take this inside?” I said with a smile as I remorsefully pulled away, her hands still on the back of my neck. I quickly got out and ran around to her side of the car to open the door, taking her hand and leading her out before I got our bag from the back. I unlocked the door, taking Liz’s hand again before I led the way inside, watching her face to see her reaction.

“Well?” I asked, dropping the bag on the floor and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. “Say something? What do you thi-” I started to ask, but she cut me off again by kissing me. This time, the kiss was more heated, and I took control instead of letting her. I kissed her back slowly at first, building intensity as I backed her up against the wall, pulling her to me tighter as her hands found their way into my hair again, wrapping her fingers in and pulling at my curls as my hands traveled up and down her sides as I pressed her between my body and the wall.

“Harry?” she asked breathily when she pulled away as I took the opportunity to travel down to her neck, not wanting to stop.

“Mhm?”

“I’m speechless.” Liz whispered, as she pulled my face back up to hers, smiling back at me before she kissed me again, fighting my tongue for dominance, which caused me to absolutely lose all self control. I moved my hands down to her butt, lifting her up as she submissively wrapped her legs around my waist before I backed up, unpinning her from the wall and blindly finding my way through the foreign house to the bed.

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*LIZZIE’S POV*

“That was incredible,” Harry whispered as he cuddled me into his bare chest, “correction, you’re incredible.” He said before he bent down and kissed the top of my head.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said with a laugh as I looked up at the unfaltering smirk on his face. I attempted to unwind myself from his body, but he just pulled me closer.

“No, don’t go,” he whined childishly, just making me laugh more.

“I’m so hungry though!” I complained and propped myself up on his chest.

“Well, knowing you, I figured that would be a problem,” Harry said, jokingly rolling his eyes, “so according to Louis, the house should be stocked for us to make dinner together tonight!”

“This is literally too perfect,” I said, planting a quick kiss on his lips before I got up and started to collect my clothes and get dressed, throwing him his.

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Though we both started in the kitchen, I was eventually shooed out of the preparation process due to my pathetic lack of any culinary ability. I let Harry take control of dinner as I began a very nice bottle of red wine that he had selected. After I set the table, the only thing I seemed capable of doing, I mostly just sat on the counter, looking out at the view from the balcony as the sun set while Harry and I really just talked about nothing and everything at the same time.

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*HARRY’S POV*

As we sat down at the table next to the open doors that led to the balcony, my nerves grew. This was honestly even more nervous than I felt before any concert we had done, even Madison’s Square Garden. Maybe it was just because I was nervous, but dinner seemed to go by really quickly, and it was time for dessert. I excused myself to go to the bathroom so that I could go get the box, my breath catching in my chest with every step I took there and back, where Lizzie was waiting for me...

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