Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

After a little while, Willow has finally calmed down enough and I lead her up to one of the rooms I'd decorated a little while back just in case Lottie or one of the girls decided to live here for a bit or something. I really didn't think it was going to come in handy anytime soon, but now it has. And I'm just glad Willow isn't walking into a shitty, boring room. I know I wouldn't want to be, especially considering how much money this place is worth and how many bedrooms are actually here.

"So, my bedroom is right down the hall." I start and she giggles.

"Which way?" She asks, and I remember we're right in the middle of one of the few halls on the second floor and I giggle.

"Keep going straight to the end of this hall, then turn right and I'm the last bedroom of that hall to your left, the other end of the left hall is the room where the 'relaxing room' is, it basically just has a bunch of pillows and a couch and a few things here and there. The boys use it quite a bit where the write and shit. Liam's room is not far from yours, it's just straight down this hall, the 4th on your left, Niall's room is the first one on the right so he can get to the kitchen quicker for food." I giggle and she giggles along. "Harry's is right across from my room, Louis is the first door on the left when you turn left down this hall, and Zayn's is the furthest. His is down past the relaxing room. His room is right before the 2nd flight of stairs to go up to the 3rd floor which is where the indoor pool and outdoor pool is. I know it's probably really confusing for me to say all this, but trust me, you'll get used to it. Besides, I feel like you'll only need to know where my room is, the relaxing room, the pool and Liam's room." I wink and she blushes. "You've got your own bathroom in your room, most of the bedrooms have their own bathrooms besides Liam's and Niall's. There's also a bathroom in this hall, the 2nd on left right, so only a door down from Liam's. There's also a bathroom downstairs, well, two actually. Obviously you know where the kitchen, dining and living room are, so help yourself to food. One of us is always doing the grocery shopping so we never run out of food. You have your own walk in robe, um, there's other bedrooms and other room's like the game room with a pool table and table tennis and the play station and shit. There's the X-Box downstairs but don't touch it. Liam would probably kill you, though, I don't think he'd kill you considering. There's also a gym downstairs which Liam likes to use, and there's also an outdoor pool for summer and what not. Sorry I've talked so much, there's just so many rooms and you're probably confused as I said before, but you will get used to it. Zayn likes to sleep, so make sure to make lots of noise in the morning to wake him."

"That is confusing." She says, her eyes wide in wonder and I give her a small 'I'm sorry' smile. "Wait, why would you want to wake Zayn?"

"Just because." I say, knowing it's because I'm upset with him but I don't know if I want to talk about it...I kind of do but I don't. Would she understand? Would she tell the other boys about it? Would she tell Zayn? I don't even know...

"Okay then..." she says, clearly confused. I run a hand through my hair.

"Well, you can put your clothes away or whatever. I'll be in my room reading over my script." I sigh.

"Would you like some help?" She asks suddenly and we both look each other.

"Are you sure? You don't have to." I say and she gives me a bright smile.

"I'd love to! I think it'd be fun." She replies and I giggle and take her hand and lead her to my room and shut the door behind us. "Your rooms huge!"

"Second biggest room in the house." I giggle.

"Who's is the first?" She asks with wonder.

"Louis." I reply and she rolls her eyes as in an 'of-course it is' and I giggle and grab my script, sit on my bed and pat the spot next to me and she comes over and sits down beside me. "Now, don't let me see it. I've been reading and re-reading this script for days, well, for like a week or something, but anyway. Lets see how much I remember." She nods in agreement and we start going over it. 

A while later, we're still going over it and I'm doing an okay job I think. There's a few lines I can't quite remember but Willow helps me along, giving me hints as to what it could be and I sometimes get it, but not always. She's really encouraging though which is nice. I actually think her and Liam would make an amazing couple. They're both very encouraging and sweet.

I hear the front door open and shut and next thing I hear my bedroom door open but continue my line, having known the 4 boys are together and won't be back till around 7 and it's only just turned 6.

"Hey, um, what's for dinner?" I hear Zayn ask, not once turning around to look at him. I continue on with my lines and Willow looks slightly confused as to why I didn't reply. I finish my line and look at Willow and she hesitates before saying the next line. 

"Luna?" Zayn tries again but I continue on. Why the fuck does he think I would ever want to talk to him again? He basically broke my heart without knowing it. I know he doesn't know that, but that doesn't mean I can't be upset with him. "Luna? Please. Talk to me."

"Get the fuck out." I say, finally looking up at him and he's looking straight at me. "You can find out what the fuck is for dinner when it's served in front of your fucking face. Now get out and leave me and Willow the fuck alone. I have more important things to do then waste my energy on you."

"Luna, I don't understand what I've done." He tries but I glare at him.

"Fuck off. Get the fuck out. Close my fucking door and go away." He sighs, shutting my door and I hear his footsteps trail on. I look at Willow and she's about to say something but I give her a look and I think she thinks better of it before she starts on her next line.

*

Willow and I stand in the kitchen, she's cooking the chicken while I grab the plates out and the glasses and pour some soda into the cups and go and put them all out on the dining table except for Zayn's and all the boys are already gathered around the table. When they'd first all came in I'd quickly told them Willow was staying with us for a while, but didn't tell them why. It wasn't my secret to tell and if she wanted to tell them, she would. It really wasn't my place to tell. I saw Liam's smile when he found out Willow will be staying with us. I couldn't help but smile at his happiness.

Zayn's looks a bit confused when I don't place a drink in front of him but I just walk back into the kitchen and serve up the pasta with the carbonara sauce and then Willow adds on the chicken which has also been laced with the same sauce and it has bacon through it. We smile at each other and I think we make a good team in the kitchen. We go and put the plates in front of the boys, except I miss Zayn out again and I sit down in-between Willow and Harry. Next to Willow is Liam and across from us is there other 3 boys.

"Um, Luna? Where's my dinner?" Zayn asks, looking at me.

"Your dinner? Can't you get it yourself? You have two arms, and two legs, I would say a brain but I think you're short one." I retort and I can feel everyone's eyes on me, but somehow, I don't care. I take a few bites of my pasta and chicken and Zayn's just sitting there like the idiot he is. 

"But you gave the other boys all their dinner? Why not me?" He asks, slightly annoyed, but mainly confused.

"You want your fucking dinner?" I snap and stand up, pushing my chair back so hard it clatters to the floor, but I don't care. I walk into the kitchen and grab both the glass and plate and go back and stand behind Zayn right before I tip the pasta onto his head and then the soda follows and I then put the plate and glass down in front of him and I hear gasps come from pretty much everyone at the table. "You got your fucking dinner." Zayn looks at me and he looks horrified at what I've done. I get my own plate and do the same thing, and Niall hides his face, probably more so the fact I just wasted so much amazing food and Zayn gasps again, even more horrified. 

"You didn't want that?" Niall squeaks and I just shake my head, biting back the tears as I walk out of the kitchen and go straight to my room, slamming the door shut before I collapse on the floor, crying.