Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

The three of us skip inside, hand in hand and I must say, I have one of the biggest smiles plastered on my face after spending the day with these two precious girls. I honestly really don't know what I'd do without them. They bring me so much happiness, they're just gorgeous little girls who I'm thankful that they are my sisters. I wouldn't want any other sisters.

We start skipping through the lounge room when I hear Lottie's voice.

"Uh? Luna?" Her voice is unsure, and I look up and my smile instantly falls and I can't help but stop dead in my tracks, pulling both the girls to a halt.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice comes out colder then I expected.

"I came to find you." He replies. "You've got my jacket."

"Have it back, I don't want it." I say, taking the jacket off and I throw it at him harshly and he frowns.

"Luna! Please! You promised us cupcakes!" Phoebe whines and I can't help but look down at the beautiful face looking up at me before looking back at Zayn.

"Of course." I say, gripping both of their hands tighter and pulling them both into the kitchen. I let both their hands go and start rummaging through the cupboards and I grab out some ingredients and they grab out some bowls and what not before Daisy grabs out the cupcake cooking book and she flips to some chocolate cupcakes with strawberry icing.

"These ones?" She asks and I nod.

"Alright. Phoebe? Are these okay?" I ask, showing Phoebe the book and she nods and then we start preparing our cupcakes.

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The three of us stand there while we ice our cupcakes, quite poorly at that. For someone who is good at art, I surely can't decorate a fucking cupcake.

By the time we're done we're all covered in icing from either leaning on other cupcakes, accidentally squirting each other with the icing tubes, or it just appeared there.

"We should go get changed before dinner." I laugh slightly and they both nod and I follow them to our rooms and I go into mine and shut the door before taking off my shirt and dumping in on the floor and pulling down my shorts and I look through my wardrobe, and I already dearly miss my walk in robe back at home. Next thing I know I hear a door open and shut and it locks and I don't even bother turning around to see who it is.

"Luna?" He asks and I can't help but ignore him while I go through my wardrobe. "Luna, please, talk to me. You've been dodging my calls for the past couple of days."

"Talk to you?" I say bitterly as I turn around to face the brown-eyed boy.

"Yes..."

"Where the fuck were you when I wanted to talk huh?" I shake my head, grabbing a simple black dress and pulling it on.

"Luna...I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have gone off at you but..."

"But fucking what, Zayn? You couldn't even fucking listen to what I had to say, not even for a fucking second. So get out, go back to Paris, go back to your fucking promo tour, and leave me the fuck alone." I tell him, as calmly as I can manage before walking to the door but he grabs my arm and pushes me up against the door so we're only inches apart.

"Luna. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I should've of thought about how this would affect you and I had no right not to listen to your side of the story. I know you were scared of telling me, and I guess my reaction wouldn't have helped even in the slightest. I wish Willow hadn't of been the one to tell everyone, mainly me, but my reaction really wasn't necessary, and I should have listened to you. I should of let you talk, instead I pushed you away and was a total dick to you and you ran away." He breathes, and I can feel his chest rising and falling against me and his breath is hot on my cheek. My hand slowly slides up the door and unlocks it and I quickly open it pushing Zayn slightly.