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

2. The Girl In My Bed

Mallorys POV:

         "We're herrreee!" I screamed at the top of  my lungs, just loud enough for the people near by to give me dirty looks and yell profanity at me. How Lovely.

         "So what should we do now?" Chandni asked as she pulled her wallet out of her bag. Eager to spend money I guess.

         "I say, we go to Times Square first and check it out." I answered as I looked for street signs and we headed in that direction.

   Every where we turned, there was always someone new to run into. I never realised how many people there would be in New York during the week. I mean, don't they have jobs? When we got to Times Square, I was suprised by all the lights, ecspecially because it was only four in the afternoon.

        "Oh my god, five year olds should not be allowed to wear One Direction shirts," I exclaimed as I pointed out two little ginger girls to Chandni. The girls' parents must've heard me because an older woman with even brighter red hair gave me a dirty look, flipped me off and hurried her kids down the street. That's New Yorkers for you, I guess. We were walking aimlessly around when Chandni just plain out stopped, her mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out of her head, and the people behind us yelled and pushed us out of the way.

        "DUDE! You are going to make us hated!" I yelled and looked to where Chandni was staring and I had to hold in a scream. My babies. It was my babies. In disguises sure, but there's no way I could miss them. Harrys curls were escaping from underneath his forest green beanie. Chandni and I stared at eachother and were making "OH MY GOD!!" motions, I thought I was about to faint. When we turned back to the boys, they looked closer, taller, and hotter. And they were totally looking at us. Yup. That's when everything went black and my head hit the dirty concrete.

Harrys POV: 

    Finally we were in Times Square and no one was screaming our names, and no one was running up to us trying to get our autographs. Finally, we were able to relax on our day off, for once.

            "Looks like we've been spotted," Louis smirked. He would be happy about that. Every time we got spotted, he always got his bum tapped. It was like heaven for him.

            "Should we go say something or pretend we don't notice?" Niall asked. He never really did like New York after that incident him and Liam went through with the fans a few years ago.

            "I say we go and say something. We shouldn't be rude. They are our fans after all and they deserve our love." Liam stated with absoloute certainty and people wonder why we call him Daddy Direction.

            "Thank you for that life lesson, Dr.Phill." I scoffed, as we began to walk towards the two girls. As we got closer, I was able to see their faces better. They were both pretty, and looked a bit younger then us. One had light tan skin, shiney medium lenth dark hair and bright dark brown eyes. The other had long, light brown hair, big brown eyes and white alabaster skin . They were staring at us like they were about to explode with excitement. It was hilarious. As the five of us walked closer, the one with light brown hair started to turn pale and collapsed. That was not so hilarious. Liam was the first to start running towards the girls. When we all got over there, Liam and I kneeled down and I picked up the girls head and rested it on my leg. The girls friend looked like she hyperventalating. We really didn't need another one to pass out.

             "Hey Zayn, why don't you take her to the cafe over there and get her some water?" I asked Zayn as he nodded and took the dark haired girl by the arm and walked her over there. The way the girl was walking, I figured sending him probably wasn't the best idea.