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

7. Hay Gurl Hay

Mallorys POV:

         I woke up to the warm sunlight seeping through the cracks in the blinds and heating up my bare shoulders. It felt pleasent, but not as pleasent as the pair of lightly tanned and muscular arms that held me close. Harry. He was still sleeping, his long eyelashes casting shadows down his perfectly scuplted cheekbones. He looked like an angel. Perfect, beautiful, and picture worthy. I almost didn't want to wake him, but the temptation was too great. I leaned my head closer to his and lightly pecked his lips. His eye lids fluttered and a moment later his ocean eyes slowly peeled open, a bright smile spreading across his face.

      "Good morning, beautiful." He said sweetly, leaning his head in closer and quickly pressing his lips to mine.

      "Morning." I sighed and rested my head on his chest, feeling loads better then I did yesterday. I looked over at the clock on his night stand. 8am. I had my appointment at noon. Plently of time, I smiled. I relaxed against Harry as he absently ran his hand over my hair. There was a light knock at the door and Niall walked in.

       "Hey, I just wanted to see how you were doing." Niall said sweetly as he sat on the end of the bed, a thoughful expression on his face. How can you not love this boy?

      "I'm doing okay. Just thirsty." I replied with a smile. I regetfully peeled myself out of Harrys grasp and walked slowly out of the room. The headache hit me hard, but I ignored it. I don't want to scare them anymore then yesterday. I walked into the wide hallway. I noticed that I was still wearing the tanktop and jeans that I wore yesterday, the jeans now full of wrinkles from being slept in. I padded my way to the kitchen and found a bottle of water in the fridge. As soon as I took a sip, the pain in my belly came back, feeling like a gunshot. My eyes were covered in dozens of black dots a second later and the dizziness hit me fast and hard. I heard foot steps coming my way, and made my way as fast as I could to the couch. I didn't want anyone to suspect a thing. I looked up to see Liam walk through the entry in plaid boxers and a bright blue shirt, holding Danielles hand tightly. If I wasn't feeling this way, I would have fangirled so hard. I mentally let out a scream of joy. They are just so cute together. I smiled as they made their way to the couch I was sitting on. Liam put his arm lightly around my shoulders, a big smile on his lips.

      "Morning, love, how are you today?" He asked, sadness and happiness chasing eachother in his eyes.

      "You know, I'm actually not that bad. Maybe the doctor read the results wrong. Maybe I just needed some sleep." I say, the joke somehow coming off as a slap in the face to the three of us.

      "If only." I could hear Danielle say, a sad sigh escaping her lips.

      "You'll get better. I have no doubt about it." Liam said, with doubt in his big puppy eyes. I only wished he was telling the truth.

      "Heyyy guys!" I heard Harry say as he made his way into the living area, noticeably close to being  naked. To think, I was just sleeping next to him and all he was wearing was a small pair of black Calvin Klien boxers. My head swirled. Niall followed close behind him and made a beeline for the fridge. Harry came and sat on the arm of the couch beside me, taking my hand in both of his. Warmness and electricity made their way through my body. It's amazing how he's able to do that. It made me wonder if I even had any affect on him like that. I sourly rejected the insane thought.

Harrys POV:

     She looked so beautiful. I even had to keep reminding myself that she was deadly sick. It took alot of convincing. How could someone this perfect be dying? It seemed like some sick joke. Like I was handed this amazing prize at a carnival only for it to be taken from me and told I couldn't have it. I felt like I was being punished, and in turn so was she. But, what had I done? I didn't even know. Her hand was in between both of mine, and I was slowly drawing circles around her soft skin. Everywhere my fingertip touched was a spark. Electric. It's amazing how she's able to do that. No ones ever been able to do that. I press her fingers to my lips and was rewarded with a light sigh from Mallory. I smiled. It's adorable when she does that. Chandni walked through the entry way, a sweet smile on her face.

     "Hay." She said as she made her way to the couch across from us.

     "Hay gurl hay." Mallory said in a wierd voice. Chandni started cracking up and so did Mallory. I didn't get it...what was so funny about a greeting? I had a feeling I would never understand it, so I dropped it.

      "How are you this fine morning?" Chandni asked Mallory, smiling even though she already knew the answer.

      "Eh, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." She replied, waving off the subject, like it wasn't of importance. Only it was, and she knew it.

      "So what time is your appointment today?" I asked her, not wanting the subject to just drop that easily.

      "Noon." She replied, a sad look on her face. I could already tell how much she didn't want this to happen. I didn't either. Not the treatment per say, but the sickness. It was the worst thing imaginable.

      "Do you want to grab some breakfast before we head over there?" I asked her slowly.

     "I can try, I'm not really sure if I will really will be able to eat though." She replied. I nodded. I wouldn't want to be eating either if it felt like my stomach was being stabbed to death.

     "So whose going to be going with us?" I asked, hoping no one would want too. Of course, nothing goes the way you want. Four people said "me" in unicine. I assumed that Louis, Eleanor and Zayn would want to go too. I mean, I couldn't blame them. I wanted to go. I was just hoping that I could spend time with Mallory. That if she needed any help, I'd be the only one there. That if she needed any comfort, I'd be the one that she would turn to. Although, I had the feeling that I'd be that person either way. Something about that made me warm and fuzzy inside. I held on to her hand tight, hoping I would never have to let go.