Good Morning Beautiful (Harry Styles Fanfic) *Undergoing a Re-Write*

24. Stained Red From The Tears

Chandni's POV: 

               Where's Mallory? I wondered, suddenly realising how long her absence was. She had been gone for around twenty minutes, with an excuse that she was going to go and get dressed. Get dressed? As if. That girl is one of the biggest germ a phobe there is, no way would she get dressed without bathing for an hour.  

              "I'll be right back," I informed Liam and Louis, who were lazily laying on the couches, their postures telling me that neither of them were ever going to get up again, at least not anytime soon.  

               "Oh, just leave us here to die," Liam muttered against a large green pillow, obviously still with a hangover and in a deep sadness over his girlfriends departure. Poor Liamy-poo. I regretfully got up from the couch and headed down the long hallways, and was about to knock on the door of the room that Harry and Mallory shared when I noticed Mallory frozen on the ground, her phone glued to the side of her face as her expression held pure horror. 

              "Mal? Are you ok?" I questioned, suddenly worried as I kneeled next to her by her spot next to the bathroom door.  

               "I-I-I" she stuttered, her voice breaking, making me believe that whatever she was about to tell me must be pretty horrible if she wasn't even willing to speak the words. The look she gave me confirmed my observation.  

              "What is it? You can tell me. I won't judge," I half heartedly laughed as I sat beside her on the dark wooden floor boards. "Is it bad?" 

              "Completely and utterly horrible," she sighed, her brown eyes full of unshed tears. "Niall and I kissed." 

             "You what?! I thought you were taking too long getting dressed!" I hollered, making air quotations around the word dressed, considering she was still in the pair of jeans and Harry's hoodie that she wore yesterday.  

              "No you dummy! We kissed last night! Harry saw us..." She whispered sadly, her voice drifting quiet on the last few words. 

              "Why did you kiss? I thought you were in love with Harry?" I questioned, suddenly wondering if she was just playing Harry all along. Then again, Mallory isn't like that, if she didn't like Harry, she would have told him upfront the first time they kissed and that would be that.  

               "I am, I just, I don't know. I was drunk, it's no excuse but that's it. I felt nothing, I mean it meant nothing to me what-so-ever," She pleaded to me, sounding as though she was hoping desperately for me to be on her side and to believe her. 

               "Mal, I believe you, I'm there for you, man. I just don't know how you can explain this to Harry. He doesn't seem like he would be all that understanding in this kind of situation," I sighed, as I took her phone from her grasp and saw that she had called Harry about a million times, with what looked like no answer. I secretly doubted he would ever answer that call. 

               "What's Niall have to say about this?" I asked, suddenly realising that there's two people involved in kissing, and one of the two didn't even say anything about the sudden issue.  

                "Nothing. He wasn't even going to tell me because he wanted me to remember on my own, and trust me when I say I wish I didn't remember," She whined, sending Harry a text, as if he would actually answer it.