Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

I run out of the restaurant as fast as I can and I hear Zayn's voice call after me, but I don't stop. I run right down the street and turn a corner into an alleyway and slow down, walking down the alleyway and turning right the moment I hit the next street. 

I find a small clothes shop that is still open and walk inside. The older woman looks up from her book and gives me a kind smile before looking back down at her book. I look around the store, picking a few things out. I won't bother to try these things on. They're fairly cheap and I have enough money anyway. I go up and pay for them and give the woman the only fifty dollar note I have before walking out. Maybe I should have stopped by a bank or something and gotten more money out of my back account. Too late now.

I walk down to the Four Seasons hotel and walk in and walk up to the reception desk, and luckily, they have a room. They give me a room key and I go up the elevator and I walk to my room and unlock the door and walk in and put my couple shopping bags on the floor before shutting the door and turning on a couple of the lights. The room is lovely. There's not one, but two windows looking out at the city surrounding the city. It's not a big room, but it's certainly not small either. It's just perfect.

I strip down to my underwear, taking out my hair extensions and putting my hair up into a tiny bun and I go and turn the lights off before crawling into the massive bed they have. I stare out into the night sky.

Why did I even run away? Am I even ready to move in with him? Like, yeah, technically we have been living with each other for the past eight months or so, but that doesn't mean we could actually do it. I know most of his quirks and his likes and dislikes. It really is like we're a couple. We know each others secrets, well, a lot of them anyway. Or maybe we're just best friends. Am I even ready for a serious relationship? Wait, of course I am. I've been waiting to be with Zayn for so long. But is moving in with him too soon? We've only been dating for almost two weeks now. Would it be stupid if I did? Are we both moving too fast to keep up? But what if he is the one? If he's the one that certainly wouldn't be moving 'too fast.' But what if things don't even work out? Though, as he said, I could just move back home. 

Did he actually scare me though? Or was I just shocked, so I ran off? I don't even know how I feel about moving in with him. I don't want him to move out without me, but am I ready for that? Is our relationship ready for that? Are we even in love yet? Is he in love with me? Am I in love with him? There's so many questions but so little answers. Maybe we could trial living together? Or we could stay at each others places every night so we're never alone and don't have to be apart that often unless we're busy? Or maybe that would just be annoying because we'd have to have stuff at each others places? What would the other boys do without us cooking for them every day though? And what about Willow? I can't leave her to have shit and get burned alive because one of the boys was stupid and burnt the house down. Though Harry can cook, but he's one of the laziest people, though you could also say he's one of the most hard working people as well, just not when it comes to house duties. 

My phone goes off and I look at it and Zayn's name comes up but I ignore it. I can't talk to him right now. I don't even know what I want or what to do. There's so many questions, so many options. Like, should we even move in together if we're not in love? Like, am I in love with him? I at least think I am and have been for quite a while now ever since we got really close. But is he in love with me? 

Would we even be good living together? Just the two of us? What if I don't even like the house and I hate it? What if it doesn't have a pool because I love to swim? What if we move in together and it just simply doesn't work out? I'd have to move back to London or states just so I wouldn't have to see him again!

What am I even supposed to do? Sit around at home all day? I don't even have college anymore, or a job. I wouldn't be doing anything with my life and he'd be gone a lot song-writing and recording, especially in the next few months.

These thoughts run over and over again in my head all night. Before I know it, it's almost 10 in the morning. I'd put on my music and now my phone is dead so even if I wanted to tell anyone I was alright, I couldn't. Though do I even want to tell anyone where I am? Would I even want Zayn to know? I'm still just as confused about the whole thing as I was when he asked me. If not even more so. I didn't know what to do and what the right path for me was at this very point in time.

I slowly get out of bed and take a long, hot shower, trying to wrap my head around things and figure out a couple of solutions I could run by Zayn when I see him again. But as I step out of the shower; there's nothing. No solutions, no wrapping my head around anything. Nothing. And it's the most frustrating thing ever. I need to know what the fuck I'm going to do before I see him again.

I grab a pair of black leggings and pull them up after putting some underwear on. I grab a black jumper with a tiger on it and pull it on. I pull on the shoes I had from last night and put on minimal makeup that they sold, so basically just a bit of foundation and I'd had some eyeliner and mascara on me with the color Apricot from Kylie Jenner's Valentine's Day Collection from her mini kit. I blow dry my hair and grab my purse. I'd asked for a minimum of 3 nights here and I was going to have to go buy a new phone charger to at least let Willow know I was okay and not to look for me. Too bad I couldn't have texted someone sooner.

I walk out of my room and go down the elevator and walk out of the hotel. I walk to the closest cafe and order a coffee and a blueberry muffin. They're not that busy right now so they're pretty quick with my order. I thank them before hurrying off. I quickly finish both outside of the small cafe at a table before walking off. I get a few looks from people. Mainly looks of recognition. But they don't really look like they'd be One Direction fans, and if they're not One Direction fans they wouldn't know who the hell I am. 

I walk down to one of those small cart things that sell magazines and newspapers and my eyes go wide as I look at one magazine in particular and I grab it off the shelf and flip a few pages in and it's me and Zayn. 

The title reads 'Zayn Malik's Latest Flame; Luna Tomlinson.' 

There's pictures of Zayn and I in Macy's only yesterday and when we were arriving at the restaurant and there's a blurred picture of us kissing in Macy's. Who the fuck took these? I didn't see anyone watching us. Though, of course there would've been people around. People who just want to make some fucking money off fucking pictures of celebrities and their girlfriends. I sigh as I put the magazine back and I keep walking. I wander in and out of stores and buy a new phone charger. I walk into a bag shop and buy a couple purses. My head is still reeling after last night and I can't seem to shut off the thoughts.

The mental images of me waking up in the same bed as Zayn every day. Our bed. Us cooking breakfast in the morning. The sex that we could have without disrupting anybody. The morning sex. The before bed sex. The shower sex...what! Stop thinking about sex with Zayn, Luna! My own thoughts scold me and I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Lets just hope they don't find me quite yet.