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

6. Heart Beating Like A Lullaby

Harrys POV:

     Had I heard the doctor right? Could this be happening? If this is a nightmare, someone must shake me awake, I'm not sure how much more I can take. Finding out the girl you're falling for is close to the brink of death is not some thing you want to hear. Mallory. I can't believe this. She looked so healthy earlier. She was walking every where, she was laughing, she was being sassy. She was being perfect. Then only a few hours later, I'm sitting in a hospital, being told it's likely she will be dead soon. My face was wet with streams of tears, streams that seemed to never stop flowing. We were all hugging each other. No one wanted to lose her. Sure, we had just met her, but already she belonged with us. Nothing will be the same without her. I looked over to see Zayn hugging Chandni, as she buried her head in his chest, most likely crying. Niall had his arms around me, trying his best to comfort me, even though I could feel his tears soaking up the back of my shirt. Liam was bawling, Danielle holding him. Even Louis had some tears drop on his face. We all already loved Mallory. It's amazing how she already made her way into our hearts in a day. The doctor had left, deciding it was best we not hear the details, most likely.

          "Do you think she's going to make it?" Louis asked. If anyone else had asked it, I might have decked them in the face. But Louis was always abrupt like that, never watched what he said.

          "Of course she is. She's going to be fine." Zayn snapped, giving Louis an annoyed glance. After a few minutes, the doctor came back through the wide doors.

        "She's able to leave the hospital in a few minutes. I already talked with her, and we set up appointments at the treatment center here in New York." He informed us, calmly, but there were tears in his eyes. It seemed like Mallory had already had some sort of affect on him too.

        "Do you think the treatment will help?" Niall asked, as he pulled back from me and leaned back on his chair, his big sky blue eyes ringed with red.

        "Honestly, it's hard to tell. She's had the cancer a lot longer then she should have un-noticed. Truthfully, if she recovers and makes it, it will be a miracle." The doctor replied regretfully. We all nodded, understanding that it was a long shot, but it still hurt so much to hear.

          "Are we able to see her?" I questioned, my face hopeful.

         "Yes, just be careful as to not disturb the other patients if you are all going to be coming." He replied, after a moments thought. The eight of us all followed him down the bleach reeking white hallways until we reached what I assumed was Mallory's door. I was the first one to walk in to see her sitting on the bed, a two sizes too big hospital gown on, talking on the phone, tears running down her beautiful face. My heart broke for her. I rushed to her side and took her in my arms the best I could as to not disturb her phone call. She wrapped one arm around me, holding me close. Who are you talking to? I mouthed to her. My mom, she mouthed back, as she gently closed her eyes and rested her forehead against mine, lightly. I wished so bad that we could stay like this forever. I don't think I will ever be ready to lose her, and I wasn't planning to.

Mallorys POV:

   Everyone came into the room, their eyes all rimmed with sadness and despair. I felt so bad that they were feeling this way. It's all my fault. Why did I have to be sick? All I'm doing is hurting people. The only spots on my entire body that were warm were where Harry's arms touched me through the thin hospital gown and where is forehead was pressed to myn. I was talking to my mom on the phone, her crying and saying how she should have known sooner, that she should have seen the signs and taken me to the hospital. That if I die it's her fault. Which is in no way true. This will never be anyones fault but my own. I was too stubborn to go to the hospital. I was too stubborn to get better. It'll be my fault when I die.

        "Mom, calm down. Seriously you crying isn't going to change anything or make me get better. All it will do is make me feel worse." I told her. She relaxed a bit. But not a lot. I told her I would call her later and hung up the phone. They eight of them were staring at me, still with tears in their eyes. Harry was looking at me, as if trying his best to memerize every feature of my face. It took everything to not burst into tears.

       "How are you feeling as of now?" Harry asked, his voice sounding as if it was forced to stay calm. There was a crack on the last word.

        "I'm feeling fine." I lied. There was no sense in making him worry more. Truth was, I felt like my insides were trying to eat their way out. It's not a feeling I would want anyone to go through.

       "At least you get to leave soon. Are you going to come back to the hotel with us?" Harry asked, his ocean eyes pleading.

      "Yes, I will. I have my first appointment tommorow." I sigh. I couldn't wait to lay in his arms.

      "I was hoping you would. Let's get going." Harry said as he picked me up in his arms and placed me gently in the wheel chair. He pushed me down the hallways, everyone slowly following behind, silent as ever.

      When we arrived at the hotel we all sat in the living area. No one did much talking. Harry and I laid on one of the couches, my head resting on his chest. I could make out the steady beat of his heart against my ear and feel his warm breath on my face. He had his arms wrapped around me, gliding his hand on my hair, over and over again. Chandni and Zayn were sitting by us on the floor, Zayns arm around her shoulders. Niall was sitting on the other side of Chandni, leaning his head back against my legs. Louis, Eleanor, Liam and Danielle all sat on the couch opposite of us, staring blankly at the tv. Every once in a while Liam would look over at me and smile, looking excited that I was here and happy. Which I was. I hoped that this night could go on forever. It was perfect. Even with no voices, I knew what everyone was thinking. I knew they all thought about my sickness. But I knew they were happy to be here too. If only time could freeze, because this is exactly the moment I would want to live in forever and always remember. My eyes slowly drifted closed, and all I could feel and hear was Harrys heart beating like a lullaby, singing me to sleep.