Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

I hurry back to my car, unlock it and hop in. I put the key in the ignition and drive off back home. As soon as I'm home I get out of the car and grab my things and go inside. I place my things on top of the small table next to the door and take my jacket off and hang it on one of the coat hangers and place my keys into the small bowl we have especially for keys. I can hear laughter upstairs in one of the rooms and I sigh. Louis told me they'd be gone by the time I came home! He knows I have lines to practice.

I kick off my shoes and leave them at the door and walk into the kitchen. Louis hates me leaving my shoes at the door; but I hate him having the boys over when I get home when he knows I have things to do and I need peace and quiet. Fucking older brothers.

I grab a packet of chips out of the cupboard and slowly make my way upstairs. I quickly go into my room and take my uncomfortable as fuck dress off before grabbing an over-sized Rolling Stones T-Shirt and put it on. I don't really like The Rolling Stones or anything, I just really like their symbol. I think it's cool. It reaches just below my thighs. At least I still have my stockings on I guess. Thank god for heating.

I place the chips down on my bed before walking out and I go downstairs, grab my books and script and go back up the stairs and into my room and place my books and script onto my bed before walking out once again. I wander down the long hall to the very last door and press my ear to it. And sure enough. That's where the laughing is coming from. Louis and I call it the relaxing room. I don't know why, we just do. It has pillows all on the floor and a window seat which I like to use, although our library room also has one, and so does my room. There's a leather couch in the room as well along with a few picture frames, and a couple other things here and there.

I sigh before opening the door and the boys are all over the room. Zayn's on the window seat. while Louis and Liam are sitting on the pillows and Harry and Niall are sitting on the couch and they all stop laughing and look up at me. I turn to Louis and he hangs his head low.

"Shit." Is all he says.

"Shit is fucking right, Louis! You said they'd be gone, yet, all the boys are still here. You know how important this play is to me! Or do you just not fucking care?" I snap. Harry looks up at me with pleading green eyes.

"Please don't be mad at Louis, Luna. We honestly just lost track of time and decided to chill for a bit after our small writing session." He says quietly.

"I don't fucking care. You all should've been keeping track of the time knowing I need to rehearse and shit! Fucking hell. I love you boys, I do, but you need to get the fuck out right now." I know I'm probably over-reacting but I need to learn my lines. I got the lead role for the first years play and I really need to get this done to show my teacher that I actually really want this. That I will work however hard to get good grades and I don't expect everything handed to me just because I'm Louis sister. 

"Oh come on, Luna, we were having fun!" Niall whines. 

"Then go have fucking fun elsewhere." I snap back and glare at him.

"Lets all go back to my place." Liam says standing up. "Luna's right. We should have been keeping track of time. We all know she wants to prove herself to her professors that she will work hard and put in the effort for this place." He smiles at me and I calm down and smile back.

"Thank you, Liam." I breathe out and he nods and gives me a quick hug. "I'll make dinner for you boys for tonight, so come back at like 7." They all nod along and Niall grins and I just roll my eyes as they all walk out. Except for one. Niall peaks back in.

"Zayn? Aren't you coming?" Niall asks, and Zayn just gives him a small shake of his head.

"Nah, I'm not. I'll be here for dinner though." He says as he stands up and gives us his famous Zayn Malik smile and he nods, a bit confused, and walks off. I hear the door shut downstairs and moments later I hear a car drive off and I look at Zayn who's standing in the middle of the room, looking at me. I just look at him confused before turning around and walking down to my room and I go into my room, grab my script and go and sit on the window seat. Moments later Zayn walks in and I look at him.

"What do you want?" I ask as he comes and sits on the edge of the bed, facing me.

"Do you need any help with practicing your lines?" He asks and I just simply shrug. "Come on, Luna, I've stayed to help you. I remember what you were like last year doing drama. All you did was bug me to help." He laughs and I roll my eyes.

"Hmm well fine. That would be nice." I nod and he stands up yet again and I make room for him and he sits across from me, our knees slightly touching. I hand him over the script and he reads a small part of it while I patiently wait and he nods.

"Alright, lets start." He smiles up at me and I feel butterflies fly around in my stomach.

*

I sit there with the script in my lap. We stopped practicing ten minutes ago now and it's still another 40 minutes before the boys are supposed to be here.

"How are you enjoying your drama classes?" Zayn asks as we stare out into the night sky.

"It's good. Well, it's amazing. I love it. It's my passion, Zayn. I feel like I don't want to do anything else but act. I love being a different character with a totally different life I lead. It's just, it's fun to be someone else. Not that I don't love being myself." I giggle and he chuckles.

"I bet you'd make an amazing actress. I've seen a couple of the plays you've been within the past few years, and you put so much passion into your plays. It's kind of inspiring." He says with a bright smile and I blush. 

"Thanks." I bite my lip. I've always been quite close to Zayn, I'm close to all the boys really, but mainly Zayn. And Harry. I'm closest to them. Zayn's just so sweet, and he has an air of mystery about him and his fashion style has always been amazing. I love a guy with tattoos and he's fucking hot. I honestly don't think anyone could compare to being as hot as Zayn Malik is. Plus his music is amazing. I don't know how many times I've listened to his debut album. Probably to many to count. And Harry's really sweet as well. He's almost like another big brother to me. We like to banter a bit back and forth, but it's only ever friendly. And he enjoys my cooking and has never missed a production of mine, just like Zayn. I hit it off with Harry from the moment I met him. He's quite mature but also immature all at the same time. All the boys are amazing really. But especially Zayn...

"So, any cute guys?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and I look at him and make a face.

"No! There's a few cute guys in my class but they're not really my type." I shrug. "They're all nice enough and the guy who's my love interest and super sweet and friendly, but yeah, they're nothing special I guess. I'm just waiting for the right one to come along I guess."

"Well, you'll find him, wherever he is." He assures me and I give him a small smile. Because he's right in front of me. But he would never feel the same way about me. I'm his best mate's sister for fucks sake! I could never be anything more to Zayn then a little sister of some sort. 

"What about you? Met any girls?" I tease and he blushes and run his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, actually, her names April, and she's super sweet. I'm actually thinking about asking her out soon. I met her a month or so ago when I spilled my coffee all over her white dress! Then we sat and talked for a bit and exchanged numbers and we've been talking since. She's single as well so that's perfect obviously. She actually kissed me a couple weeks back but we're not dating or anything yet but she's interesting. But yeah, I'm still a bit hesitant about asking her." He says with a huge smile and my heart sinks.