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

3. Enjoying The View?

Harrys POV:

       It's now 7am and I never went to sleep. How could I when she was lying perfectly calm in my bed? No, I didn't sleep. I watched her sleep. I watched the way her chest slowly rose and fell in deep even breaths. How her eyes slightly twitched underneath her vein covered eyelids. How she would silently roll on to her side and back again in a second, making it seem as though she never moved. How she would cuddle up to a pillow and rest her head on it slightly, as if thinking it was another person. I watched her dream. Dreams I wished so bad I could see. Dreams I hoped she would soon tell me about, even though I'm sure she never will. I'm currently sitting on the end of the bed, watching the light stream in from the cracks in the blinds on the windows and making her hair glimmer like a bronze halo. She looked perfect when she slept. So at peace. Like she didn't have a care in the world or a thought on her mind. After a few minutes more minutes of watching her sleep, I got up and opened up everyones bedroom doors to see who was back. Louis, Liam and Niall were all in their rooms, out cold, most likely from a long night of clubbing. When I opened Zayns door, he wasn't in there. The only person I could see was Chandni in his bed, sleeping. Fully clothed I hoped. I went into the living area to find Zayn sleeping on the couch. I guess he heard me because his eyes shot open.

        "Oh, hey." He mumbled with a glazed look in his eyes."What are you doing up so soon?"

       "Never slept." I answered as I grabbed the remote and put on the news. Pictures of Zayn and Chandni in Times Square appeared on the screen and the heading was "Whose the mystery girl?" "Well, that was quick. I really wonder how they get those pictures up so fast. So how was it?"

         "It was amazing. I really like her. We walked around, talked, got dinner and took pictures with some fans. We didn't get back till 5am." Zayn said, as his grin reached from ear to ear.

        "Ha just don't take things too quick. At least get to know her first." I say as he shakes his head, like he already knew the speech he was getting. He went back to sleep and I got up and decided to take a shower, considering I couldn't take one last night. After my shower and the smell of apples wafting off my body, I went back into my room to get dressed. I walked through the door and went to the dresser and had already put on boxers and trousers when I saw that Mallory was awake.

  Mallorys POV:

     I woke up to a massive pain in my belly and a bad headache, but nothing out of the ordinary. Except the fact that I was lying in Harry Styles' bed. I still couldn't believe what happened. I also still couldn't believe that I couldn't remember where I parked my car. I closed my eyes and a few moments later I heard the door open, someone walk in and slowly pad their way to the dresser. Harry. I slowly opened my eyes to catch a glimpse of him dropping his towel. Oh shit. Not good. I just stared at him. I should look away, but then again, when would I get this chance again? He was pulling up his pants when he quickly turned towards me. I hadn't realised I made a noise. I felt like I was going to die.

         "Enjoying the view?" Harry questioned, a slow smile appearing on his lips.

         "Well, I have to admit, it was helping me forget about my headache," I laughed, nervously, as I felt my cheeks getting hot and used my hands to cover them. That, of course, made him smile wider. He also didn't put on a shirt. Another method of torture I suppose.

        "Your cute when your embarrassed," He stated, as he strolled his way over to me and removed my hands from my burning red cheeks and helped me sit up. "How are you feeling? Considering you've had my share of sleep, I imagine you're well rested."