Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

A little while after Niall comes in, the doctor walks in and we all look up at him. I'm sitting in Zayn's lap with his arms wrapped gently around me.

"Alright, both you girls can go home now." The doctor tells us and we both nod. "Luna, if you feel any dizziness..."

"Okay, I get it." I say, cutting him off. "I've seen enough movies to know if I get dizzy, or feel light-headed and blah blah blah, to come straight in because it could do with the injury I received on the head.

The doctor sighs. "And if your pain gets to bad in your ribs, also come straight in. It could mean infection. Just take your medication for the next few weeks and you should be fine. Now, Willow, if your pain also won't go away with medication, come straight in, otherwise you should be fine. Also, don't forget to start seeing a counselor because of what you have been through. And Luna? Make sure you go to those sessions. You two may go." The doctor says, eyeing me for a few extra heartbeats before he walks out.

"Yeah, Luna, go to your sessions." Willow mocks.

"Shut up." I say, rolling my eyes and I slowly stand up and wince and Zayn quickly gets up, grabs my bag and comes over to support me. Willow stands up and grabs her back and she takes my hand and we all walk out together. "You don't want to see Liam?"

"I-I can't. I'll go in a couple days. I just can't face him." She says, tearing up slightly and looking at the ground.

"Hey, it's okay, I totally understand. It's fine. But you have to go in a couple days, or he might get a bit worried you're the one who's mad at him." I say gently, squeezing her hand and she squeezes it back.

"Thank you." Willow sniffles, giving me a small, sad smile and I give her one in return.  We all pile into the car and Zayn drives off and goes to the street and stops outside of Starbucks.

"Do you two want Starbucks?" He asks and we both nod. Willow gives him her order and he disappears into Starbucks.

"Oh, look, he already knows your order." Willow teases.

"He's known it for like a year now." I say, rolling my eyes.

"It's cute." She says. "Look, Luna, I am really sorry about what happened."

"Willow! Stop! It's not your fault! Shit happens. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine. I don't blame you, okay? I chose to come after you. It was my choice. I wanted to, okay? You're my friend and I'd do anything for you." I say calmly. I know I'm lying. Why the fuck would I be fine? I'm in pain, and I only feel safe around Zayn. He's my safe place. But I don't blame her. I did choose to go after her and I don't regret it, and it certainly isn't her fault. It's Brian's fault. 

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Yes! So stop it. I do not blame you, and I doubt Liam does either. Zayn is the only one who's mad. I know he's going to give it to me tonight for going off to find you. But it's my fucking life and I'll deal with it, but no one blames you, okay? Especially not me or Liam. You did nothing wrong." I assure her, giving her a small smile and she nods.

A few minutes go by and Zayn comes back and hops into the car and hands us our drinks and we thank him and he drives off and he drives home. We all walk inside and walk into the living room and all the boys are in there and so is Lottie.

"I thought you would've gone by now?" I ask as she stands up and gives me a big hug.

"I was supposed to, but I postponed going back home after what happened. I want to be there for you. I'm here for at least another week." Lottie says as she pulls away and she gives me a bright smile.

"Well, I'm glad. You know how much I miss you." I say and she touches the tip of my nose and I giggle.

"Just as I miss you." She says and we all sit down on the couch.

"I was thinking we should order pizza." Harry says and we all agree.

Later that night, I pull on one of Zayn's shirts as he lies in my bed.

"You shouldn't have left." Zayn says. 

"Here we go." I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Oh come on, Luna! I told you not to go, and look what happened! You should've stayed here! Everything would've worked out if you hadn't of gone and look at what happened to you?" He says loudly.

"Oh come on, Zayn! Did you really think I was going to sit around while Brian could've been doing god knows what to Willow? No! Of course not! I couldn't just sit here! I had to find her! You know that!" I snap and he sighs.

"I know, I know, and I know I can't control you. I just can't believe what happened to you, Luna. I don't think you should have gone, but I think I knew you probably would disobey me anyway." He sighs, frustrated, running a hand through his hair and I turn off the lights and go and climb into the bed. "I just really wish you hadn't gone."

"I know." I say quietly as I lie on his chest and he wraps his arms around me again.

"Goodnight, Luna." He says softly. And I know I won. He knows I would've gone regardless. He knows I'm not one to sit around and do nothing.

"Goodnight, Zayn." I say.

*

The next morning, I get ready for college. I put on some black stockings with some black shorts and a black shirt that says 'I'm Not A Morning Person' and I pull on some black heels and brush my hair and do my makeup before walking out and going downstairs and sitting at the dining room table. Willow soon joins me and Zayn serves us up our breakfast.

"Guess you're not going today?" I ask Willow and she shakes her head and she looks dead tired. I'm sure she barely got any sleep.

"You are?" She asks and I nod as we start to eat.

Soon enough I finish and say my goodbyes and go off to College. I go to my first lecture and the girls tell me what happened over the weekend, another big ass party. They ask where I was and I just say I was really sick with the flu and the nods, but don't entirely believe me.

Afterwards we go to the drama room and sit in our usual circle.

"Luna? Can I please talk to you?" My professor says and I nod and the girls give me a sad smile and I just look at them, confused. I grab my bag and I follow her back outside.

"What is it?" I ask, looking at her.

"I'm really sorry, Luna, but since you missed an entire week of rehearsal last week with no reasonable explanation, we didn't get one at all, we've had to give the lead to someone else. Someone who is clearly a lot more committed then you are." She says, and I stand there shocked. "And I want you out of the play. You can maybe do some behind the scenes stuff." She walks back inside, leaving me.

I automatically tear up. What am I supposed to do now? This play was everything to me...