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

26. Naive

Mallory's Pov:

                   "Where are you going?" Niall questioned, his eyes wandering anxiously between the suitcase in my grasp and my eyes, trying to find some answer- one I wasn't even sure was there.

                 "We-We're going home. It's time we get back to school. Ba-Back to everything," I stuttered, trying to avoid his innocent stare. Did he really think I would stay? After what happened? I don't think even Niall could be that naïve.

                "I just... I thought we could talk,"  He whispered, his eyes shinning, almost pleading. I looked into them, no words even coming to me- this is just something I'm not even sure my mind has the capability of comprehending. The pleading- pleading for what? A chance to talk to me. It's funny how just a few months ago, it was me who would've done anything to talk to them. Now it's the other way around. How ironic could my life become?

                 "Please, Mallory, we need to talk," He pleaded, stepping towards me. I dropped the suitcase, holding up my hand as if he would automatically stop his motion by my action. Of course, he didn't- not until Zayn gave him a look. Apparently, he didn't want this conversation to turn into a full blown confrontation. Niall paused, a few feet from me now, his face not changing. I had never realised how innocent he could look: his blue eyes big and round like a toddler's when begging for a toy at a store. I know he isn't the pure guy people hope him to be, but at this moment, I almost believed he was. It was as if my mind transformed him into the toddler- as if I believed myself to be the toy he sought after.

               "Niall, come on. There's nothing to say. What's done is done," I rushed out, hoping that he will suddenly understand and go back to the hotel room- but this is Niall, and he is just as stubborn as the rest.

              "There's so much to say, what the hell are you talking about?" He questioned, incredulously, sounding as if I was the one who was on the brink of going mad- which could vary well be the case. Nonetheless, I was no where in the mood to talk to him. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, to be honest.

              "Are you serious? You really think this warrants a conversation? Niall, what happened is in the past- whatever it was. It's done. Just forget about it," I replied. I could practically feel his anger and confusion building up, the mixture of emotions radiating off of him like steam from a tea pot. I just hoped this particular teapot doesn't whistle any time soon.

              "You're insane," He whispered, clearly keeping himself from saying much worse. I wished he would yell at me, that someone would blow a gasket over what I had done. I deserved someone cursing at me and putting me in my place. However, they're too polite for that. Too nice to yell at a sick person, even when they've fucked up.

               "I know that," I muttered back, picking up my suitcase. Without looking back, I turned and walked away. No matter how much I deserved to be punished for it, I didn't want his shiney eyes to be the said punishment. He doesn't deserve what happened- neither of them did. If I was going to be penalized for this, it probably would be better for me to dish it out to my self. Going home would be more than suitible.

               "You okay?" Chandni questioned once we reached my jeep. I just nodded, opening the back  and dumping our bags in. I wanted to speak, but nothing seemed to come out to explain myself. Nothing I knew would, unless it was a long string of curse words. The bags seemed almost small compared to everything that happened. I didn't realize how easy it would be to just back up everything that happened.