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

25. Everything Means Something

Harry's POV:

                "So, what now?" I questioned, as I leaned against the entry to the clinic. Mallory was standing a few feet away from me, her head hanging down as if she was filled with dread. Good. She should be. I hoped she was.

                "What do you mean?" She wondered, looking up at me and breaking her glance off of the sidewalk crack that had seemed to hold her attention. It was the first thing I said to her since she saw me. I had come here hoping to give her the riot act then leave, and be on my way. But, somehow, I couldn't. It wasn't like I didn't want to, or that I didn't have the heart. It was because I wanted to know why. Why. Why did she kiss him. Why.

                  "What happens now?" I asked, looking into her eyes. The chocolate eyes that I loved so much, and dedicated so many un-written songs to, held nothing for me anymore. All I could see when I saw them, was Niall. Niall kissing her. Niall with his arms around her. Her kissing him back.

                "I'm sorry. It meant nothing, I swear. Can't we just forget about it-" Mallory began, cutting herself off as she saw my head shaking.

                 "Do you honestly believe that things can go back to the way they were? That I can just forget about it?"

                 "Harry, it was just an innocent kiss-" She began, but I cut her off with a laugh.

                "Oh, hun, no kiss is an innocent one. It may seem like it, but it isn't," I grinned, sarcasm and my lack of sleep creeping into my voice.

                 "I don't understand. It meant nothing," She stated, her face seeming to look taken a back by my sudden laughing outburst.

                 "But, don't you see, everything means something," I grinned once again, pure acid flowing with my words, causing her to take a step back as if she was afraid to get burned. It wasn't like I was purposely trying to hurt her- actually, I was.

                 "Why are you acting like this... this isn't you," Mallory softly cried, her eyes widening as she ran a hand through her hair, and crossed her arms over her chest.

                  "Isn't it, though?" I smirked, shaking my head once again as I tore my self off of the brick wall, and turned to leave.

                  "So, what? That's it? That is all you have to say?" She breathed out, her voice cracking but managing to still be audible.

                  "There really is nothing left to say, dear," I replied, simply, mentally cursing myself for not just walking away but choosing to have the last word. I heard a sharp in take of breath behind me and heard a door open and close. I risked a glance over my shoulder to see the sidewalk behind me empty except for the dirty snow left from days earlier. I shook my head and began to walk towards my rental car, both confused, tired, and wanting to get as far from New York City as possible.

Mallory's POV:

              I held back tears as I entered the small waiting room, my legs close to failing as I sat down in one of the overly stuffed seats. I had expected Harry to yell, to scream at me for what I had done. To give me a lecture about how upset he was at the event that had occured. But he had done just the opposite. He had been calm, even seeming to be amused at it all. Maybe it's true. Maybe I don't know him as well as I thought.