Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

I go about the day like any other usual day, I have breakfast, feed Rain, play with her and Aria, and I finish decorating the apartment finally. I'd put up a few pictures of Zayn and I in my room, but I made sure not to put them anywhere else for when people visit.

The apartment had come along perfectly. It was perfectly boho with a touch of pastels. I had hung pictures everywhere and I'd hung up fairy lights around the place and I even had a little balcony where I'd put some tiny little plants that I'd hopefully wouldn't kill.

I was still on a high from last night, how perfect it was, like it used to be. It was beyond perfect, and probably one of the best nights of my life. My day was pretty good as well, besides seeing all the pictures of us online, people just don't know how to leave other people alone. I think it's fair enough when the media wants to know when you're together or not together, but when you don't even know what the fucks going on and you're tying to figure shit out, you just want to be left alone. Especially in situations like this when everything was so fucked up it was a joke.

It was late in the afternoon when I heard a knock on the door just as I placed the last book on the bookshelf. I almost decided not to answer it, I had something on in about ten minutes or so but instead I walk over to the door and I open it.

"What do you want?" I ask as Brendon storms in and I shut the door behind him.

"What the fuck, Luna!" He yells at me and all I can do is stare at him and let him. "I've seen all the articles! Is it true? Is it fucking true?"

"Is what true? There's many articles, about many different people. About many different things." I say with a small shrug which just earns me a glare, but really, I couldn't care less. My life.

"You know which articles I'm talking about!"

"I do not know what the fuck you're on about."

Brendon sighs in annoyance. "The articles about you and Zayn being engaged! Being more in love than ever!" He looks down to my hand where the ring still sits after almost a week and he points at it, he's clearly angry, though, he has no right to be. It's not his life. "It is, isn't it? You're even wearing the fucking engagement ring! You're an idiot for getting back with him! He cheated on you! He fucked you over! You deserve a lot better than him! Don't you fucking see he isn't the right one for you?"

"Oh, and you are, huh? You're fucking married! You shouldn't even fucking be here right now! Does she know?" I snap and he goes quiet. "And for your fucking information, it's not true. We're not back together. He wants to make it up to me so he took me for dinner, and as for the engagement ring, I just, I don't know! But we're not together, and we're certainly not engaged!"

"Are you considering getting back with him?" Brendon asks, calming down slightly and he takes off his jacket and places it on one of the hooks.

"Maybe." I shrug. "I love him, and that's all there is too it. I haven't forgiven him, but I might."

"You deserve so much better though, Luna." He says quietly as he walks over and takes my hands in his and he looks at me intently.

"Does she know?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and Brendon shrugs.

"I don't know, I think Sarah knows there's something up, but she hasn't said anything. Not yet anyway. I think she's waiting for me to say something." He replies. "Does Zayn know?"

"You're still alive, right?" I roll my eyes.

"True." He replies. "Where did he take you?"

"He took me where we supposed to go for our first year anniversary, it was a really nice restaurant. Very fancy, upper-class, and then we went for ice cream and did some window shopping. That was it pretty much. It was perfect, it was like before, before everything happened. It was just, simply perfect."

"Well, that's uh, good I guess." He mumbles.

"I have to go." I tell him and he looks at me.

"Where?" He asks and I just give him a 'Are-you-seriously-questioning-me' look. "When will you be back?"

"Maybe an hour or so." I shrug and I go and grab my car keys and apartment keys.

"I can stay here and look after Rain if you want? And you could bring back takeaway, or I could order? I already told Sarah I wouldn't be back." He suggests, and I know he's bullshitting me, he hasn't told her, I can tell by the look on his face, but I decide not to call him out on it.

"Okay, I'll see you later." I respond, and I quickly leave and go down to my car and I drive off.

*

I walk up the stairs of the recording studio and walk inside the room.

"Finally! You're late!" Malia says. She's my producer.

"Sorry. Brendon showed up." I shrug sitting down next to her with my song book.

"Oh, he's the one from Panic! Right?" She asks and I nod. "He's the one who has feelings for you?"

"Yes, that one." I sigh and she rubs my shoulder comfortably. Malia and I had become quite close since I took the record deal a year ago.

The only thing was, no one knew about it. I hadn't told a living soul besides my team. I didn't want to tell anyone. It's not like anyone had found out either, which I was thankful for. It's not like I was trying to keep it a secret, I just didn't really want people knowing until I decided to release something, and I had another 2 years to do it. I had 2 full years to produce an album I'm proud of. And if it wasn't done, I would be let go, but I knew it'd be okay.

I had to lie to everyone constantly about where I was going, but no one ever questioned me, and most of that time I was with Zayn and he wasn't home anyway because of him recording for his album, so no one ever grew suspicious so I just never told them.

"What are you recording today?" Malia asks.

"A song called It Ain't Me." I reply, and I open the page to where the song is and I show her and a smile creeps along her face and I can't help but know I've done a good song.

*

I walk into the apartment with Chinese and Rain is in Brendon's arms with a bottle and he smiles at me, and surprisingly, things between us aren't all that awkward.

"She woke up crying and I checked the small book you keep and saw it was feeding time." He tells me and I nod as I place the food on the table. I go hunting for plates and place the food on them once I find them and I make a note to try and remember where things are.

"How did things go, wherever you went?" He asks, putting Rain into her play pen and he walks over and places the bottle on the bench.

"Good, really good." I reply.

Honestly, it did go great. I recorded It Ain't Me and Malia said she'd get in contact with a DJ and she said the same about Scared To Be Lonely which I also recorded and they sounded great. She raved about how amazing they are and I couldn't stop the smile on my face. She not once questioned me about Zayn, and she knew I'd talk about it if I wanted too.

Brendon and I eat our dinner and we talk, and it is quite comfortable. I still feel slightly awkward knowing he has feelings for me but I'm not just going to cut him out of my life. We talk about this and that, and not once do we mention Zayn or Sarah, we just enjoy being in each other's company and it's nice. I feel the same safety with Brendon as I do with Zayn and it's just, it's a really great feeling.

He eventually decides to leave and I show him out, but right before he walks out he turns back to me.

"Fuck the consequences." He says and before I know it, his lips crash onto mine and I can't help but kiss him back. His lips are soft against my own, and he shoves me up against the wall and I quickly push him away.

"You have to go." I say and he looks at me, slightly confused but he nods and quickly leaves.

And that's when I know, I just fucking know with the way the electricity sparked through my entire body, the way he gripped my hips, the way our lips moulded perfectly together.

I have feelings for Brendon.