I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way...

Pizza

A/n: idk if ive said this before but I had a problem with updating this app on my phone and due to that I lost half of the unpublished parts of the story. I apologise for the wait but I've been trying my best to remember what I had written let alone re-write it.

Liz POV

"You gonna clear these dishes, Harry?"

He pulled himself up off of the sofa, "You said you'd dry the dishes if I cooked dinner and washed them,"

"I've changed my mind,"

Harry grabbed the towel out of my hands and picked up a plate and started to dry it, "You don't even care, do you?"

"Care about what?"

"Care about what? What the hell do you think? Maybe why don't you care about why I'm in such a bad mood and why I'm upset,"

"I know why to both of those things," I said quietly. 

"Then why aren't you doing anything about it?"

"What do you expect me to do, Harry? What is there I can do? We were drunk, we kissed, we regret it. It happened, OK? Now why can't you just accept that I'm sorry and that it was never meant to happen,"

Harry didn't reply. He just continued to dry the plate in his hand.

"Why do I even try?" He murmured, placing the now dry plate down, "You don't even care,"

"Harry this is pathetic,"

"No! I'll tell you what's pathetic - kissing my best mate and then thinking I would be OK about it in the morning,"

"I never said that!"

"That's the thing! You never said anything!" He threw the towel down, "When I told you to go sleep in the spare room last night why did you? Why didn't you try and make up with me?"

"Because you told me to go sleep in the spare room. What else could you have meant?"

"You should know me by now, Elizabeth," He looked at me, his eyes were tired, "You know I don't mean every single thing I say. A lot like you actually. When you say sorry and don't mean it,"

"Who said I don't mean it?"

Harry shrugged, "I can just tell,"

Ariana POV

Me and Zayn had refrained from going back to Harry's apartment and so decided to go to my house instead.

"Hi Zayn," My Mom said. She was clearly shocked, but I couldn't blame her because to her knowledge, we were done.

"Hi, Joan," Zayn smiled, "You doing OK?"

"Y-yes, I am, thank you, " My Mom gave me a confused look but didn't let Zayn see, "What brings you both here?"

"Oh, we were just at bowling and didn't want to go back to Harry's because he and Liz fell out so we decided to leave them to it," I replied.

"Right," She said, "Well, I'm just going out so you two have the place to yourselves. By the way, Alexa might pass by some time I told her you might be home and she wanted to see you after your erm... engagement was broken off,"

"Okay, Mom. Bye,"

"Bye Joan," Zayn called as she walked out.

"I'm gonna go get changed," I told him, "You er... want to come upstairs with me?"

Zayn smirked, "Sure,"

Zayn followed me as I walked up the staircase and I was so self-concious but not sure why.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, OK?" He said just as I got to my room.

"OK," I walked in and quickly changed into a white crop top and baggy gray sweatpants.

Zayn walked in pretty soon after, "how do you make sweatpants look good?"

I smiled, "Shh,"

Zayn smiled too as walked up to me and pulled me into his arms, "What about you and me go have a lie down?"

I nodded and we walked over to my bed. He lay me down first before coming to lie next to me.

"How long do you think your mum will be?" He asked, tapping his fingers on my hip.

"I'd say an hour," I leant back into him, "But Alexa should be here soon,"

"Why is she even coming?" Zayn asked and I could tell he was annoyed, "You and Jai are done. What could she possibly want to speak to you about?"

"No idea, babe," I replied.

He pressed his head against the back of my neck and sighed, "I'm so hungry,"

"It's almost two, I'll make you some food,"

"no! Stay here. I don't even know what I want to eat yet,"

"Okay just let me know when you know," I giggled.

"Are you pissed off, by the way. About.. y'know?"

"What made you bring that up?" I asked.

"Nothing I'm just curious," He kissed the back of my neck.

"Not really because we weren't 'together' at the time," I lied, knowing I was more than just pissed off.

"Oh, okay,"

"I wonder how Harry and Liz are," I sighed, "I wonder if they made up. I hope they did,"

"Me too. I just think it's going to be really awkward for a while. I-I'm sorry,"

"Don't be. It's all forgotten. Lets just hope Harry and Liz think the same way," I turned over so I was facing him.

"Yeah," He said, "I bet they do,"

Zayn kissed my forehead before moving down to kiss me on the lips. I kissed him back and tried to pull him on top of me but he wouldn't budge.

"Nope," He whispered in between a kiss.

He pulled away from my lips and started kissing down my chest.

"I think I know what I want to eat for lunch," He grinned.

"W-what's that, then?"

He sat up, "Pizza,"