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

4. Tit For Tat

Harrys POV:

     Shirt. I need a shirt, I thought as I searched through my dresser. I pulled out a long sleeve green flannel and pulled it on. I hope she likes the color green. I grabbed my grey blazer and white converse out of the over sized closet and walked towards the door. I glanced back behind me and saw the bed in dissaray. The sheets in a jumbled mess. She made that jumbled mess. She slept in my bed. Whatever else happens today, good or bad, I will at least have that. The fact that she slept in my bed, will always be there. It's something that no one can take away from me. I took a deep breath and walked out the door and into the wide hall way. I stalked into the living area to find Mallory talking with Liam while Niall was off in the kitchen getting some food. She looked so beautiful, even in my over sized clothes. The fact that she was wearing my hoodie made me have butterflies.

        "You ready to go?" I asked her, as I felt a big smile spread across my face.

        "Yeah, just let me grab my purse," She replied, with a smile just as big and a bright light in her eyes. I had to give her some credit, for going out to breakfast alone with Harry Styles, she seemed very calm. It was quite impressive.

          "Don't hurt her Harry," Liam said, seriously, from his place on the couch as soon as she left the room.

         "I wouldn't dream of it," I assured him. My response still didn't take Liams over-protective expression off his face. He was serious. I already could tell that if I hurt Mallory in anyway, I would have Liam to deal with. It was not exactly the best thought. Mallory walked through the entryway, her dark orange purse adding more to the six year old look. I decided I better at least get her clothes from her car. I know that the pictures that would show up on the internet with her in that outfit would just kill her.

       We walked out of the hotel. I found it odd that no fans were there, then I remembered that Zayn and Chandni were out and figured the fans must have followed them. That at least, was reassuring.

            "So, where exactly is your car?" I questioned, after a few minutes of walking.

           "I just know it's near Times Square," Mallory answered with a half-hearted expression on her face. I figured she thought the car would never be found. I hoped she was wrong. We walked to Times Square and she looked around for street signs. I looked around too, but not for street signs. I looked for the place where she lying yesterday, with her eyes closed and skin so white. I looked for the place where I picked her up and held her in my arms. The place where I swore I had to make sure that she was going to be okay, whether it was for her or me, I had to know that she was going to be fine. When I found the spot, images from yesterday flooded my brain. Running up to her, feeling her head resting so lightly on my leg, wondering if she would be okay. If the beautiful girl was going to be okay. I still wonder if she is. As I was deep in thought, I felt Mallory pull on my jacket as she led me to the way I supposed her car was. She didn't let go of me until we reached a overwashed orange jeep.

          "Yes. I found it," She exclaimed, a big smile spreading across her face as she dug for the keys in her purse. Once she found them she went to the back of the jeep, unlocked it and pulled out a bright green suitcase.

           "So....where can I get changed?" She asked.

          "Uhm, I think I saw a convient store down the street, they might have a bathroom," I suggested. She nodded her head and we headed that way. We walked in the store and asked the clerk for a bathroom and he pointed to a room in the back. We headed over there and just as I was about to follow her in, she stopped me.