Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

After I had the nightmare, I didn't even bother going back to sleep. I honestly never even left my room for the entire day. I stayed curled up in bed while my phone played music and Aria and I just snuggled, a couple times she got up and left, probably to have a drink, or to go outside. She was already toilet trained which was nice. I didn't even manage to get bored. I just didn't want to leave my bed. What was I supposed to do anyway?

Next thing I knew my phone was going off and I grab it off the bedside table and look at the caller ID and it's Willow. I think about not answering for a moment before I sigh.

"Hello?" I say after answering as happily as I can.

W: Hey! It's me! I was just calling to check up on you since I know you're home alone.
L: Um, okay then.
W: So? Are you okay?
L: Yeah, I'm fine. Perfectly fine.
W: What'd you do today?
L: Played with Aria, took her for a tiny walk, went up the street and printed some photos from my birthday party to put into photo albums and frames around the house, watched Netflix.

I tell her, lying. Why would I go and tell her I literally just stayed in bed all day? I couldn't even barely make myself leave my bed, let alone my room or the house. I try to sound as happy as I possibly can, considering how miserable I feel right now.

W: That sounds like fun!
L: Yeah, it was.
W: What'd you watch on Netflix?
L: Pretty Little Liars. What else?
W: True. You're addicted.
L: And you're not addicted to One Tree Hill I suppose?
W: Of course not! Okay okay, I know I can't judge.
L: You really can't. Anyway, I better go. I better get started on dinner or whatever.
W: Alright! If you need anything, or anyone, just call me, okay?
L: I will.
W: And you're sure you're okay?
L: I'm sure! Don't worry about me.
W: Alright! I'll talk to you later! Bye, Luna!
L: Bye, Willow.

I hang up and immediately put my phone back on the bedside table and curl back up in bed. There was no way in hell I was cooking dinner. Let alone eating. And let alone leaving the house.

*

Almost a week later, and Zayn still hadn't come home. So much for telling me he'd be as quick as he could be. Another broken promise.

The day after Willow had called me I'd decided to get out of bed, eat something, and actually go up the street and print off some photos and also to grab a few groceries. Other than that, every other day I basically stayed in bed and only left to eat something every now and again.

And right now, I was sitting at the kitchen bench. Wearing an oversized shirt with some fish net stockings, only foundation on my face and I only let my hair air dry after my shower. I probably look like a mess. I fucking feel like a mess.

I'd texted Willow asking if she was ready for another round of pool and lunch, and she'd replied yes, then again, why wouldn't she? We hadn't seen each other for almost a week.

A few minutes go by when I hear the doorbell ring and I hop off the bar stool and go and open the door and Willow walks straight in.

"Okay, I decided to get some more In & Out takeaway because I know how much you love it, plus you know I do and you told me to choose whatever I wanted." Willow says with a shrug as I shut the door.

"Alright." Is all I manage to say and we both make our way to the kitchen and I grab out two plates and she once again puts whatever we ordered onto our respective plates.

We quickly eat before we start to really talk. And once again, the burger is amazing. This is why I love In & Out.

"So, where's Zayn? Is he back?" Willow asks, taking both our plates to the dishwasher and I mutter a quick thanks.

"Um, no, he's not back yet." I reply and she raises an eyebrow.

"How come? I thought you said a few days?" She questions me.

"He messaged me a couple days ago saying how he'd be home later than he thought he would because recording and shit is taking longer than expected. He said he'll be home tomorrow though." I reply, and that's the truth. He did text me a couple days ago, well, it was only yesterday but she doesn't need to know that, saying recording was taking longer than expected and he'd be home tomorrow. I replied with a middle finger emoji and a 'fuck you.' Which I got no response to. But I didn't expect to either.

"Oh. That's weird he'd take so long." She says as she sits back down next to me.

"Well, work is work I guess. Sometimes things take longer than expected. It's not his fault." I say, shrugging, when in reality, I just wanted to slap him. I give her a reassuring smile but she still doesn't look quite convinced.

"Everything is okay between you two... right?" She asks and I nod reassuringly.

"Yeah, everything's perfect. I'm fine with him being away, really. Trust me. And he'll be back tomorrow, and I miss him but we talk whenever he's busy." I lie. I've heard from him once. Once. Only when he said he'd be later coming home.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong?"

"Of course."

After that, we talked for a little bit more before playing two rounds of pool, both of which I won, before we sat in the living room and watched a movie and played with little Aria, and then she had to go home. And I was left feeling empty once again.

*

I lie in bed, staring at wall. I didn't sleep. I haven't slept since the nightmare. I couldn't.

Soon enough, I feel the bed sink down and a familiar hand on my waist and I feel the bed move as the all too familiar body presses against mine.

"I'm sorry. I'm an ass." Zayn whispers.

"Yeah, you fucking are." I say coldly. His hand is warm against my waist and he gently squeezes it and takes a deep breath.

"I should have asked you if you wanted to go to LA with me, and not told you the day before. I'm a fucking idiot, and I'm beyond sorry, Luna. You're my everything, I should have told you sooner, and asked you. Not just told you like that. And I was a fucking idiot for watching Netflix without you, and not going shopping with you." Zayn apologises.

"It's fine." I say quietly, and I know deep down somewhere, that it isn't fine.

"I promise I won't do it again. I love you." Zayn promises, and somehow, I know, he'll break it, but maybe he won't?

"I love you too." I reply.

"What'd you do while I was gone?"

"Willow came over a couple times and we played pool and had lunch, but besides that, I just stayed home and watched TV, played with Aria, and I also went and got a bunch of photos printed. They're sitting in the drawer of my bedside table."

"I'll have to look at them after we get home." Zayn tells me as he gets out of bed and I feel his hand grab my own and he pulls me out of bed. "I'm taking you out to breakfast, and I'll take you out for dinner, to make up for being an asshole."

"Okay." I say simply and he goes into the walk in robe and bring me back an outfit and I quickly get changed before I go and do some simple makeup and I leave my hair the way it is. When I come back out he grabs me and kisses me. When he finally pulls away he smiles softly at me and I can't help but fall for the Devil's smile, again.

Everything that he did only just over a week ago dissapears. Who cares anyway? I probably wouldn't have gone at the end of the day. And he's home now. And he promised not to do it again. And really, I don't have a reason not to believe him.

He takes my hand and he leads me outside and to the car.

"I missed you, Luna."

"I missed you too."