Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Willow's POV

We all stood by Luna's hospital bed with concerned looks on our faces. Zayn was holding Luna's hand to calm her down. 

The doctor came into the room and Zayn looked at her. "What can you tell us about Luna?"

"This is a bad case of PTSD. She feels attached to something or someone that helps to calm her down. If she is away from that person or thing, she will then feel anxiety and excessive worrying. This is very common with people who have PTSD and it happens all the time. We will have to prescribe her medication." When the doctor was finished, she wrote something down on her clipboard. 

Zayn knew that person she was attached to that helped her feel calm was him. He looked at her sympathetically. 

"Luna, you know it's hard for me to be there for you when I'm on stage and believe me, I wish I could be but all I can do is be there for you every chance I get." 

Luna nodded and seemed to understand. I felt bad that she had to go through this. She might still hate me right now but at least we both know we're not alone in this. 

Suddenly, a wave of nausea went through me. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom so I limped to the trash bin near the door as quickly as my cruthes would allow me. Seriously, fuck you, crutches. Once I got there, I placed them against the wall, knelt down and   started puking. 

It was the hospital. I couldn't be here. It was reminding me of everything and triggering my PTSD. 

Liam came to my side and held my hair back. When I was done, I was shaking but taking deep breaths and remembering what Luna taught me about dealing with stuff like this. 

"I'm going to take you back to the tour bus. You obviously can't be here." Liam said.

"I don't want you to take me back. I don't care who does, as long as it's not you." I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood to deal with any of his shit right now. 

"Don't argue with me, Willow. I'm taking you back to the tour bus and we're talking things out." Liam said sternly. 

"There's nothing to talk out so just leave me alone." I spat. 

"Willow, as much as it still hurts me to know I can't be with you, I think it would be wise for you two to talk about things. I hate to see you so miserable without." Niall said. It was painful for him to say it but it was the right thing to do. 

Liam helped me up and gave me my crutches. 

I turned to face the direction of Luna's bed. "I hope you get well, soon, Luna."

Zayn glared at me when I said that. What was his problem? I know he still hated me as well but all I did was tell Luna I hope she gets better. At this point, I knew better than to start shit about the situation. He went back to comforting Luna, while I walked- well, limped- out of the room with Liam.

It still hurt though. I felt like they didn't understand. It was like I was the only one who was being killed on the inside because of this. I was sick of just ignoring it and pretending nothing was bothering me. I just knew I couldn't do anything about it. It would only make them hate me more, if that was even possible.

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We finally got back to the tour bus and Liam sat down with me. I thought about yelling at him to leave but then I realized there was no point. He wasn't going to let this go until I forgave him. We had been sitting in silence for God only knows how long.  

"Well, you said you wanted to talk so now is your chance to say something." I said. 

"I'm going to sing it instead." Liam replied. 

"Really, you're going to sing your feelings? This isn't fucking High School Musical, Liam." 

"I don't quite mean it like that." Liam said as he got up and left.  

He came back with an electric piano and plugged it into the wall.

"If this doesn't get you to take me back, then I hope I can at least be forgiven. That's honestly all I need." Liam said as he "This is a song by Parachute called 'The Mess I Made'."

Should've kissed you there 

I should've held your face 

I should've watched those eyes instead of run in place

I should've called you out 

I should've said your name 

I should've turned around

I should'be looked again 

But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made 

I'm staring at the mess I made (x2)

As you turn, you take your heart and walk away 

When Liam finished the rest of the song, he looked at me hopeful. 

"I can tell that your apology is genuine, Liam so for that, I forgive you." I said. 

"Really? You do?" Liam's eyes lit up. 

"That doesn't mean I'm ready to be together again." I replied. 

Liam's face dropped. "What more do you want, Willow? Do I have to throw myself off a fucking cliff just to prove to you I'm worth taking back?"

"Well for starters, you could stop acting like a fucking child and actually work things out with Niall!" I scoffed. 

"I don't really want to but if that's what it takes." Liam rolled his eyes. 

"You shouldn't do it for me, you should be doing it for you. Niall is one of your best friends and your bandmate. If you two don't figure shut out soon, then things are only going to escalate further and I don't think you want that to happen." I crossed my arms.  

"I don't want it to happen and you're right. But just tell me what the hell I have to do to get you back in my life!" Liam whined. 

"There's nothing you can do or say in order to make things right again so you might as well just-"

Liam cut me off by going over to me and kissing me. I caved in and kissed him back. My arms were around his neck, while his were around my waist. It felt so good to be kissing him again. 

When we pulled away, took a deep breath. "I take back what I said before. I am ready. However, I don't want to get engaged again, at least not right away. I want to take things a bit slower."

"I will respect that because I love you, Willow" Liam smiled. 

I rested my head on his chest and he put his arm around my shoulders. "I love you, too."

"And I promise that I will be there for you more often from now on."

I knew he really meant that. I had a good feeling this time.