No Regrets
Chapter Sixty-Six
*LIZZIE’S POV*
When I first woke up, my first thought was how badly I had to pee. I tried to slip out of Harry’s grip that he had around my waist without waking him, but my attempts were futile.
“Hmmm… what time is it?” He asked sleepily, his accent thick with his morning voice.
“Oh shit, it’s 1:30!” I exclaimed after I found the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“Go back to sleep then, love” he said, wrapping his arm around me again.
“Noo, Harry. It’s 1:30 IN THE AFTERNOON.” I said, emphasizing the last part of my sentence. “We’ve got to get up!”
“All right, all right.” He finally said as he fully opened his eyes, rolling over onto his back and putting his hands behind his head.
“How’s your arm?” I asked as I looked to where the gauze from last night was now slightly blood soaked.
“Painful,” he said as he extended and turned his arm so that he could see he wound.
“Okay, well I’m going to take a shower and then we can change those bandages.” I said before I turned and walked to the bathroom.
After my quick shower, I dried off and walked back into the room. Not so much to my surprise, Harry was back asleep, this time though, he was somewhat curled up into a little ball on his side. Before waking him, I quietly searched the room for my phone and took a picture, posting it on Instagram with the caption “time to wake up sleeping beauty!”
“Harry,” I said quietly after I had discarded my phone on the nightstand. “You need to wake up.” I reached down and gently ruffled his curls, making him stir. “Harry, really.” He let out a slight half-sigh, half-moan. “I know you’re awake! You need to get up.” He pulled the covers over his head. That was when I had an idea. “Harry, I’m naked.” Very quickly, he pulled down the covers, revealing his now-open bright green eyes.
“No fair, you have a towel on!” He complained as he stifled a yawn.
“Yeah, but towels can come off very easily..” I said with a smile as I slowly backed up from the bed where Harry still laid as he watched me, smirking.
My smooth backwards walk was quickly interrupted though, because I stepped on one of our shoes and quickly lost my balance, almost falling backwards. My stumble diverted my attention away from Harry for about 1.3 seconds, but he was fast. Before I even turned back to his direction, I felt his big hands wrap around each of my sides, resting on my hips as he turned me back to him. My eyes focused on his smirk for about a split second before his lips crashed onto mine, causing my eyes to close.
“That was not fair,” I whispered as I pulled away from the kiss, my hands resting on his bare chest, partially covering his butterfly.
“Yeah, well neither was this,” he said, his finger trailing down my cleavage to where I had the towel tucked in. I smiled for a moment before I pulled away from him, walking over to the chest of drawers that he had in his room.
“I need clothes, Harry.” I said as I began to open drawers. I felt Harry’s arms reach around mine as he grabbed both of my wrists, playfully guiding my wrists to the right drawers. Finally, after a few moments of silliness, we had selected two pairs of sweatpants and two shirts- one of each for me and him.
“Breakfast is definitely over, but let’s go talk to my mum for a bit and then we can head home. Sound good?” Harry said after we had both finally dressed. I nodded at him before I gathered up all of our stuff and followed him through the open bedroom door.
“MUMMMM???” Harry called, his voice echoing throughout the house as we ran down the stairs towards the kitchen.
“Harry, your mom isn’t home.” I said, holding up a note that I found on the counter that he had passed up.
“What’s that say?” He asked, gesturing to the note.
“’Harry and Liz- sorry I had to run; I’ve got some errands, and I didn’t want to wake you. There’s some pancakes left on the table for you for breakfast. Lots of love, Anne’ Aw how sweet of her!” I said as I set the note down. Harry had already sat down at the table and begun eating. I didn’t hesitate before joining him.
“We should leave her a note,” I said when we finished up. Harry was collecting the dirty plates and bringing them to the sink. I flipped over the paper that she used for her note as I walked over to the counter to find a pen. “Sorry last night was so weird…” I paused as I read aloud what I was writing, “We’ll have to catch up over dinner sometime this week,” Harry had come over to me and was now watching over my shoulder, “Thanks again. Love, Harry and Liz” I looked over to Harry for approval before I propped up the note in the center of the counter.
“Well then let’s hit the road!” Harry said as he grabbed his car keys off of the counter where he had left them last night.
*HARRY’S POV*
We had begun our long car drive home- Lizzie sitting in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dashboard, though I constantly beg her not to put them there. I looked over at her with a smile as I laughed at the concentration on her face. She was going through all of the songs on my phone, since she had claimed to be the “honorary car DJ” for the drive, and was struggling to narrow it down to one song to listen to without switching it mid-song when she came across a better one.
“OH! Here we go!” She exclaimed suddenly. Before I could ask what song, I heard the legendary intro to “Don’t Stop Believin” by Journey. We had gotten mid-way through the third verse, right before the chorus was about to come, when Liz paused the song.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked as I looked over in disbelief. She was looking down at her phone.
“I’ve got to answer this, it’s IMG.” She said before she slid across her phone. “Hello?” She asked, as I scoffed at how professional her voice had gotten. I could only hear her side of the conversation, but I could tell it was good news. “Well thank you so much! I’ll look for the email!” She finally said before she hung up the phone.
“What was that about?” I asked as I looked over at her. She was beaming.
“IMG in London decided that they want to sign me after all! I don’t have to go to Australia! I can model here!” Lizzie exclaimed.
“That’s fantastic!” I said with a smile, happy that she wasn’t giving up on something that she so obviously wanted.
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“Finaaallyyy we’re home.” I groaned as we got off of the elevator on our floor. I was dead tired, but Lizzie was bouncing with energy. Before I could stop her, she ran from door to door, ringing doorbells. It wasn’t long before everyone was out in the hall.
“Oh Liz and Sleeping Beauty are back!” Liam exclaimed as he and Danielle were the first ones out of their room. Brushing off the comment, I continued walking to our door.
“Sleeping Beauty where ya goin?” Niall called out from across the hall. Assuming once again that he meant me, I turned to face him, this time confused.
“Wait why are you two calling me that?” I asked as everyone in the hall got silent and grins spread across their faces.
“You mean you don’t know?” Eleanor finally asked. I looked over to Liz who bit her lip as she averted my gaze.
“Don’t know what?”
“Why don’t you check your girlfriend's Instagram, mate.” Zayn said, tossing me his phone as I scrolled through his feed. It wasn’t long before I came across the picture on Liz’s account of me sleeping with the Sleeping Beauty caption. It had over 250,000 likes.
“Holy crap,” I said as I looked up through my curls to where Liz was standing, now somewhat hidden behind Liam.
“Harry! It was cute!” She tried to reason with me, but it was too late. I ran towards her, but she had already taken off, weaving between the now laughing people in the hallway.
“I’m. So. Going. To. Get. You. Back!” I said when I finally caught her, lifting her up over my shoulder and carrying her back towards our room, ignoring the pain that it caused in my arm. “Movie night at our place! We’re going to order pizza.” I shouted over Lizzie’s squeals. I quickly unlocked the door and led the way inside, followed by everyone else.
When I first woke up, my first thought was how badly I had to pee. I tried to slip out of Harry’s grip that he had around my waist without waking him, but my attempts were futile.
“Hmmm… what time is it?” He asked sleepily, his accent thick with his morning voice.
“Oh shit, it’s 1:30!” I exclaimed after I found the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“Go back to sleep then, love” he said, wrapping his arm around me again.
“Noo, Harry. It’s 1:30 IN THE AFTERNOON.” I said, emphasizing the last part of my sentence. “We’ve got to get up!”
“All right, all right.” He finally said as he fully opened his eyes, rolling over onto his back and putting his hands behind his head.
“How’s your arm?” I asked as I looked to where the gauze from last night was now slightly blood soaked.
“Painful,” he said as he extended and turned his arm so that he could see he wound.
“Okay, well I’m going to take a shower and then we can change those bandages.” I said before I turned and walked to the bathroom.
After my quick shower, I dried off and walked back into the room. Not so much to my surprise, Harry was back asleep, this time though, he was somewhat curled up into a little ball on his side. Before waking him, I quietly searched the room for my phone and took a picture, posting it on Instagram with the caption “time to wake up sleeping beauty!”
“Harry,” I said quietly after I had discarded my phone on the nightstand. “You need to wake up.” I reached down and gently ruffled his curls, making him stir. “Harry, really.” He let out a slight half-sigh, half-moan. “I know you’re awake! You need to get up.” He pulled the covers over his head. That was when I had an idea. “Harry, I’m naked.” Very quickly, he pulled down the covers, revealing his now-open bright green eyes.
“No fair, you have a towel on!” He complained as he stifled a yawn.
“Yeah, but towels can come off very easily..” I said with a smile as I slowly backed up from the bed where Harry still laid as he watched me, smirking.
My smooth backwards walk was quickly interrupted though, because I stepped on one of our shoes and quickly lost my balance, almost falling backwards. My stumble diverted my attention away from Harry for about 1.3 seconds, but he was fast. Before I even turned back to his direction, I felt his big hands wrap around each of my sides, resting on my hips as he turned me back to him. My eyes focused on his smirk for about a split second before his lips crashed onto mine, causing my eyes to close.
“That was not fair,” I whispered as I pulled away from the kiss, my hands resting on his bare chest, partially covering his butterfly.
“Yeah, well neither was this,” he said, his finger trailing down my cleavage to where I had the towel tucked in. I smiled for a moment before I pulled away from him, walking over to the chest of drawers that he had in his room.
“I need clothes, Harry.” I said as I began to open drawers. I felt Harry’s arms reach around mine as he grabbed both of my wrists, playfully guiding my wrists to the right drawers. Finally, after a few moments of silliness, we had selected two pairs of sweatpants and two shirts- one of each for me and him.
“Breakfast is definitely over, but let’s go talk to my mum for a bit and then we can head home. Sound good?” Harry said after we had both finally dressed. I nodded at him before I gathered up all of our stuff and followed him through the open bedroom door.
“MUMMMM???” Harry called, his voice echoing throughout the house as we ran down the stairs towards the kitchen.
“Harry, your mom isn’t home.” I said, holding up a note that I found on the counter that he had passed up.
“What’s that say?” He asked, gesturing to the note.
“’Harry and Liz- sorry I had to run; I’ve got some errands, and I didn’t want to wake you. There’s some pancakes left on the table for you for breakfast. Lots of love, Anne’ Aw how sweet of her!” I said as I set the note down. Harry had already sat down at the table and begun eating. I didn’t hesitate before joining him.
“We should leave her a note,” I said when we finished up. Harry was collecting the dirty plates and bringing them to the sink. I flipped over the paper that she used for her note as I walked over to the counter to find a pen. “Sorry last night was so weird…” I paused as I read aloud what I was writing, “We’ll have to catch up over dinner sometime this week,” Harry had come over to me and was now watching over my shoulder, “Thanks again. Love, Harry and Liz” I looked over to Harry for approval before I propped up the note in the center of the counter.
“Well then let’s hit the road!” Harry said as he grabbed his car keys off of the counter where he had left them last night.
*HARRY’S POV*
We had begun our long car drive home- Lizzie sitting in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dashboard, though I constantly beg her not to put them there. I looked over at her with a smile as I laughed at the concentration on her face. She was going through all of the songs on my phone, since she had claimed to be the “honorary car DJ” for the drive, and was struggling to narrow it down to one song to listen to without switching it mid-song when she came across a better one.
“OH! Here we go!” She exclaimed suddenly. Before I could ask what song, I heard the legendary intro to “Don’t Stop Believin” by Journey. We had gotten mid-way through the third verse, right before the chorus was about to come, when Liz paused the song.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked as I looked over in disbelief. She was looking down at her phone.
“I’ve got to answer this, it’s IMG.” She said before she slid across her phone. “Hello?” She asked, as I scoffed at how professional her voice had gotten. I could only hear her side of the conversation, but I could tell it was good news. “Well thank you so much! I’ll look for the email!” She finally said before she hung up the phone.
“What was that about?” I asked as I looked over at her. She was beaming.
“IMG in London decided that they want to sign me after all! I don’t have to go to Australia! I can model here!” Lizzie exclaimed.
“That’s fantastic!” I said with a smile, happy that she wasn’t giving up on something that she so obviously wanted.
~~~~~~
“Finaaallyyy we’re home.” I groaned as we got off of the elevator on our floor. I was dead tired, but Lizzie was bouncing with energy. Before I could stop her, she ran from door to door, ringing doorbells. It wasn’t long before everyone was out in the hall.
“Oh Liz and Sleeping Beauty are back!” Liam exclaimed as he and Danielle were the first ones out of their room. Brushing off the comment, I continued walking to our door.
“Sleeping Beauty where ya goin?” Niall called out from across the hall. Assuming once again that he meant me, I turned to face him, this time confused.
“Wait why are you two calling me that?” I asked as everyone in the hall got silent and grins spread across their faces.
“You mean you don’t know?” Eleanor finally asked. I looked over to Liz who bit her lip as she averted my gaze.
“Don’t know what?”
“Why don’t you check your girlfriend's Instagram, mate.” Zayn said, tossing me his phone as I scrolled through his feed. It wasn’t long before I came across the picture on Liz’s account of me sleeping with the Sleeping Beauty caption. It had over 250,000 likes.
“Holy crap,” I said as I looked up through my curls to where Liz was standing, now somewhat hidden behind Liam.
“Harry! It was cute!” She tried to reason with me, but it was too late. I ran towards her, but she had already taken off, weaving between the now laughing people in the hallway.
“I’m. So. Going. To. Get. You. Back!” I said when I finally caught her, lifting her up over my shoulder and carrying her back towards our room, ignoring the pain that it caused in my arm. “Movie night at our place! We’re going to order pizza.” I shouted over Lizzie’s squeals. I quickly unlocked the door and led the way inside, followed by everyone else.
Notes
I'm going to try and post again either today or tomorrow, sorry it's been so long!CAN I PLEASE HAVE A LOT OF COMMENTS/RATES/SUBSCRIPTIONS? PLZ PLZ PLZZZZZZ
For me, that'll be a big incentive to post the next chapter (:
PS how does Moses make his tea?
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Hebrews it
10/22/13