Rachel Stanford thought of herself of One Directions biggest fan. Then she meets them and her life drastically changes. Is she truly living the dream or will reality come back and hit her with a bang?


11. Regret.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by rain thundering down on my window. I groaned and cursed mother nature before checking my phone for the time. Five o'clock in the morning. I had two missed calls and seven texts. At last, I'm sought after. The calls were from Harry, four of the texts were from Niall, and the other three from Harry two. 'Are you okay?' 'Why did you leave?' 'Sorry for being a dick' 'You're hot as hell' 'Can you give me a lift home babes?' 'Meet me in miami' 'Am soz ly long time bby i want 2 b bffs!!!!'. Most interesting texts I've ever recieved. After I thought about it for a while, I phoned Harry.

"Rach!!" Harry's voice instantly boomed out of my phone. I held it away from my ear and frowned.

"Harry, it's five in the fucking morning, what the hell do you want?" I demanded.

"I'm cold and Zayn went home with Perrie and Lou', Liam and Niall went home ages ago," He drunkenly replied.


"Can you give me a lift? Pwease. Pwitty pwease."

"Where are you?" I sighed.

"...I don't know."

"Look at the bloody sign outside!"

"It's dark, Rachy please just come to the West End, you'll find me somewhere," Harry whined.

"Harry, I am not driving all the way to West End to trail the streets looking for you at five o'clock in the morning. Especially after I got the bus home," I replied, still mourning the fifteen quid I'd spent on the fare.

"Fine," He snapped and the line went dead. I shrugged and put my phone back on the beside table, thinking only of getting back to sleep. Eventually the annoying drum of the rain became a soothing pitter patter and carried me into a perfect, deep sleep.



The rain stopped at some point when I was asleep and I was greeted my the refreshing winter sun when I woke up. I stretched then skipped out of bed to the bathroom, switching off my alarm on the way. Only I couldn't skip because of my cast so I ended up flat on my face on the floor. Bloody cast. After I pulled myself up, I ran myself a hot, soapy bath and lay in it till my skin wrinkled as much as it could. I threw on my comfiest sweats and navy Jack Wills jumper, shoved my hair up in a messy knot then limped, sadly, downstairs in my fluffy slipper boots.

"Morning!" I called in a croaky morning voice. Lucy emerged from the living roomin her pyjamas and ran to the oven, pulling out a fresh batch of hot crossed buns. I gasped and snatched one off the tray. She sent me a disapproving look as  the set them down on the counter to cool.

"Don't burn yourself," She warned.

"I won't," I said before slicing the bun in half and smothering both sides in butter and jam.

"Are you still coming the Halloween movie marathon next week?" Lucy asked before calling Jason and Jackson telling them there were hot crossed buns on the table.

"What movie marathon?"

"Our annual Halloween movie marathon that we have every year that we invite everyone to that is kind of a slash party? Come on, Rach."

"It's Halloween next week?! God, I completely forgot."

"Noticed," She replied in a sing song voice before carrying two hot crossed buns into the living room. Jason was probably with her. Jackson came thundering downstairs in just a pair of grey sweats and grabbed half of my bun.

"Hey! Mine!" I exclaimed before rescueing it from his hands.

"Oh, sorry," He mumbled before getting his own. I rolled my eyes and took mine back to my room. I switched on my speakers and laptop and started scrolling, wasting time. At some point an old 'Camp Rock' came on that I loved and I started singing along. During the chorus, my phone started ringing. I sighed, annoyed my mid-morning sing a long had been interuppted and answered the phone with checking the caller id.

"How can I help you?" I greeted my caller cheerily.

"By coming for lunch with me?" Harry's voice solemnly replied.

"Oh. It's you."

"I'm really sorry for last night. I don't know what I said but all I have is a five minute conversation on my call log and a few drunk texts that I sent you. And you sound grumpy."

"You demanded a run home then hung up on my when I said no."

"Sorry, I'm a twat. Let me make it up to you with lunch?..."

"Um...Well if it's not much trouble do you mind just coming round? Sorry it's just I have a two thousand word essay on 'Why the Vietnam War Was Politicly Right' I need to write that's due in two weeks time and I need to make a start on it so I can get it over and done with."

"Your wish is my command. Expect me in five minutes, if I know where you live. If I get it wrong expect me in an hour. Bye!" He said before hanging up.

I took a deep breath in and out. That was relatively easy. I started on my essay straight away, I need to get a paragraph or two done before he got here so he didn't think it was just an excuse. Six paragraphs and nine hundered and ninety seven words later, the door rang. I saved my work but left it on the screen and went to get it. It was only when my hand was on the door handle I realized I was in my old sweats and a jumper with messy hair and no make up on.

"Get the door Lu' and keep him distracted for ten minutes!" I hissed into the living room before going back upstairs as fast as I could. I pulled my hair down and straightened it frantically then put it into a nice fish tail pleat to the side and let my side fringe sweep just above my left eye. Keeping it quick and simple, I expertly outlined my eye with minimal khol eyeliner then reached for my mascara and finished off with a few quick brushes.

Just in time, I ran down the hall, slowed down at the steps and limped down casually.

"Hey, um, Harry we can talk upstairs." I smiled at him. Harry grinned back gratefully and followed me to my bedroom. I sat down on my desk chair whilst he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Thanks. Your friend was trying to force feed me a hot crossed bun," He grinned.

"Sorry, I was just finishing off a paragraph," I gestured breezily to the laptop screen. He nodded knowingly.

"So last night... Are you okay?" He asked meaningfully, looking deeply in my eyes for any emotion. His eyes made me crumble. Big, fat tears gathered at the edge of my eyes, ruining my fast handiwork. Harry rose from the bed and came over and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to my feet.

"I...really...liked him....Harry," I gasped in between sobs.

"I know, I know," He said softly, stroking my back.

" complicated!" I moaned. "I've only known you lot...for....a few days!"

"Because we got drunk, love. And he can't take competition," He said plainly.

I pulled away from his hard chest and looked up at him. "There's no competition. I can't do this with either of you anymore." I said sternly.

"Rachel, like you said, it's only been a few days. Give it a chance."

"But it's so hard! If I show anything for Niall in front of you, I don't want you to be annoyed with him, but then I wonder why I even bother thinking of that because obviously someone like you would never like me and someone like Niall would never like me either so I'm trying to stop myself feeling anything because I know neither of you will ever feel it back and to stop doing anything with either of you because someone always end up being pissed off with me and it's hard." I cried quickly. Harry grabbed my face between his hands and looked in my eyes again.

"You're gorgeous. Of course we're going to be jealous. Anyone would be. Stop doubting yourself and making yourself feel terrible. We're big boys. You're older than me for Christ's sake," Harry smiled.

"You're too nice," I said, leaning forward to kiss him on the nose.

"Now are you okay? Got it all out?"

I nodded.

"Good," He smiled then kissed me. It was surprising and his lips felt cold at first, but then they were warm and damp and gentle and oh. It warmed me down to my toes and I threw my arms around him. I felt him smile against my lips before he slipped his arms around my waist and slid a hand down and around my thigh, lifting it up. I giggled but didn't protest, I'd forgotten where we were and focused on him. Focused on where he touched me and how his lips felt and how it made me forget how horrible I'd felt last night. Harry lifted both legs around his waist and held me there, kissing me continuously. Finally, he stopped for breath, gasping.

"Well okay," I gasped jokingly.

"You didn't stop me," He pointed out.

"Yup," I pondered for a moment before the sound of a shower brought me back to reality so hard it gave me whiplash. I jumped down from Harry's embrace, ignoring the searing pain in my ankle and covered my mouth with my hand. "You didn't make any noise did you? Because if they find out, they'll never let me forget this."

"Well I didn't. But I think you moaned enough for both of us," He laughed.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed, pushing him in the chest and crossing my arms. He responded my wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Sorry. It just means I know how to seduce you know," He murmured agaisnt my ear as he nibbled on my ear lobe and neck. I closed my eyes and made sure my mouth was shut and I didn't make a sound as he worked up my jaw and kissed my eyelids then my lips quickly.

"That was nice," I whispered.

"So what are we?" He asked.

"Human beings," I replied and kissed him. He pulled away.

"I'm being serious. Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"I don't know. I guess," I sighed.

"You're not very thoughtful today. You usually analyse everything, I could practically see the thoughts flying behind your eyes when you were round at the hotel yesterday."

"I know. But I don't want to say no then curl up on the sofa and watch rom' coms' with a big tub of 'Ben and Jerry's' for the rest of the day regretting it. I'm done with regret."

"Good," Harry grinned before kissing me. Regret could not have left my mind sooner.

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