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

8. Actually, I Would Supply The Condoms

Mallorys POV:

     Taking a shower was difficult. The hot water made my head throb and the cold water made the gun shot like pain even worse. I didn't think that there was a way that this could get any better. So far it only looked like it was going to get worse. The only bright side about any of this was Harry. He was perfect. He still treated me like he did before we found out I had cancer. He still looked at me like I was the best thing in the world to him. Even this sick, the thought still gave me butterflies. I still couldn't believe it. Harry was mine. Well, almost. We still haven't actually talked about it. Part of me is afraid to bring it up, simply because he could just be being nice and not acutally want to be with me. The other part of me is just too scared that the other part is true. I mean, what if he doesn't like me like that. What if I'm just another girl of many. If I die, would he just move on a second later? The thought hurt. I dropped the subject in my mind. What was the point of thinking about that? I mean, we haven't even known eachother that long. We have only kissed a few times. Truthfully, if he ended it now, it shouldn't mean anything, right? Only it will. To me anyway.

     After my long time of pondering lifes questions in the shower, I quickly got dressed in a pair of light jeans with a hole on one knee and a white v-neck and pulled on a maroon sweatshirt. I quickly did my usual make up and shook my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. Did I look sick? I didn't see it. I didn't see the signs that made people in my family and my friends on edge and worried. I didn't see what they saw. To me, I looked healthy. Not like someone that was slowly dying, even though I was. I still couldn't see it. I walked out of the bathroom slowly, the smell of apple shampoo overwhelming me. I walked into Harrys room to find him lying on the bed wearing a pair of dark jeans and a dark gray shirt with a royal blue sweatshirt, his arm thrown carlessly over his eyes. I walked over to the bed and joined him on the other side. He instantly took me in his arms, my head resting against his chest.

    "What's wrong?" I asked, looking up at him. It was the stupidest question in the world. What wasn't wrong?

    "Oh you know. The usual I guess." He replied softly, never taking his ocean eyes off of my brown ones. His eyes were ringed with red. Liam and Niall opened the door and barged into the room and climbed onto the end of the bed, completely ignoring the fact that we were having an almost moment.

     "Yes please, come right in. We were completely bored with just the two of us and a bed." Harry said, his ocean eyes rolling.

     "As if you would try anything, Harold. Face it, you just aren't that kind of guy. You are like a cupcake. Just as sweet on the outside as you are on the inside." Niall said, obviously hungry considering the food reference.

    "That and if you did, you know what will happen." Liam said, glaring mockingly at Harry.

    "Let me guess, you'll kill him?" I replied, a smile growing on my face.

    "Actually, I would supply the condoms." Liam said, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. I stared at him, my eyes bugging out.

     "Just kidding." Liam assured me as the three of them began to crack up. I tried to get up to stalk out of the room dramatically, but Harry held on to me tightly, not letting me go as he kept laughing.

      "You're so gullible. Adorable, but yet so gullible. As if Liam would give something like that. Please. He would probably beat me up for even thinking about doing anything like that." Harry laughed as he kissed me softly on the forehead.

     "So, does that mean I have to beat you up?" Liam said, his chocolate eyes twinkling.

     "I believe so." Harry replied as he stared at me, his beautiful eyes holding my glance, almost like a trap. He smiled at me, completely ignoring Liam's mock arm punches and Niall's over the top laughs. He just kept his focus on me. Did that mean he did like me as much as I liked him? Or was it because I was the only female in the room? Oh, these endless questions.

Harrys POV:

     How does she look so amazing even when she's so close to death? How is it possible? The thought is just killing me. It's one of the things I can't figure out. It's a puzzle that will never be solved. Even with Liam and Niall sitting with us on the bed, it still felt like Mallory and I were the only ones there. It felt like that all the time, ever since that first day when she was passed out in my bed. That felt so long ago, even though it was only the other day. It felt like it was years ago, and that we've been inseperable ever since. Of course, there's no way it could have been years ago. If it was years ago, Mallory would have already died and this moment wouldn't even be happening. I swallowed the thought. What was the point of thinking about something that only made you die more and more inside? She was smiling at me. A smile so wide and bright that I was getting chills. I looked over at the clock. 10:30am. A little over an hour before her appointment.

      "So, what time do you guys want to head off?" I asked the three of them, my eyes never leaving Mallorys big chocolate ones. They became rimmed with sadness instantly.

     "I guess we better start heading out soon-" Liam began softly.

     "ARE WE GOING TO GET FOOD OR?!" Niall interupted him with a yell. Mallory giggled hysterically, which made Niall smile so wide, clearly satisfied that his scream of hunger could enduce a laugh from her.

      "We're only going to get food if Mallory really feels up to it. If not, you will just have to wait Niall." Liam said, a full on father tone in his voice.

       "Well, Mallory loves me, so of course she will say yes." Niall replied, a big cheeky smile on his face. The three of us all looked at Mallory, waiting for her response. The tops of her cheeks were turning light pink,  slight embarassment spreading on her face. She stared at the three of us, clearly soaking up our attention, letting the moment and unasked question linger on as much as possible.

       "Well, I guess I could go for some pancakes." She replied, her long lasting smile growing larger on her face.

       "PANCAKKESSS!" Niall screamed as he practically leaped forward and hugged Mallory tight, planting a big kiss on her cheek and ran out of the room, jumping and skipping. The pink in her cheeks turning more to a red and spreading around her perfect face. Pretty in pink, I smiled inwardly.

       "I guess that means that we are getting pancakes." Liam said with a light laugh as he made way to the door after giving Mallory a hug.

       "I hope you know that if Niall ends up with a sugar high, you are going to be the one that's going to be watching him. I hope you know how to babysit." I tell Mallory in all seriousness.

       "Oh, I don't know about that." Mallory said, light humor in her voice.

       "Oh, I know it." I told her. As she was shaking her head no and laughing, I gently pushed her back and used my arms to push my self above her, so that we weren't touching but she was still trapped. My face was hovering over hers, only a few inches away.

        "Well, I mean, if I can baby sit him while you and I are in this postion, I wouldn't mind it." Mallory said, a happy sigh escaping from her lips.

        "Well, I guess that's a deal we will have to make then." I tell her as I lean my head down and connect my lips with hers, her arms going around my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.

        "Come on now guys! Stop with the porno!" Chandni giggled as her and Zayn passed my door.

        "Awe, but it was just getting good." Mallory says with mock dissapointment.

        "Well, I guess we will just have to continue this later. You know, in between the babysitting." I tell her as I plant one last kiss on her lips and push myself off of her and roll myself off of the bed. Just as she was climbing off of the bed, I took her in my arms and carried her wedding style out of the room, her giggling the entire way. I hoped I would never have to put her down.