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

10. Not As Bad As We Thought

Mallorys POV:

       "Mallory Burgess" I heard a deep voice say and turned my head towards the front desk of the waiting room and saw a male doctor with sandy hair and sea glass green eyes holding a brown clipboard. Crap. I guess that means it's my turn to die. At least that's how I see it. I've heard treatment is brutle and I have a high tolerance for pain and all, but I felt like this would be worse then giving birth. Not that I've ever done that before.

        "Mallory, are you okay?" Harry questioned softly bringing me back from my thought filled hysteria. His ocean orbs bored into my brown eyes, soft and intense all at the same time. I couldn't force out a word, so I just nodded my head yes as I began to stand up. My legs were shaking. For some reason, I was even more terrified for my first treatment then I was my first day of highschool. Let me tell you, that is far past scared shitless. My legs began to shake even harder as I began to walk towards the man in the doctor attire. Harry grabbed me by the arm gently and helped me on my way, clearly realising there was no way that I would ever be able to make it on my own. I smiled up at him, so happy that he was there with me. At least I wasn't alone. He looked down at me and nodded his head slightly, his light eyes hooded.

        "Hello there Mallory. I'm Dr. Murther, I will be handling your treatment for today." The sandy haired doctor informed me as he began to walk towards the wide snow white double doors into the forbidden zone. I looked at the others, all sitting in their chairs, giving me hopeful and supportive glances. I smiled at them assurringily and looked up at Harry. He was staring at me, his eyes blank of emotion. The act looked forced. It was as though he didn't want me to see the pain he was feeling. It was definitly something that you had to respect, ecspecially from him. I leaned up quick and gave him a kiss on the cheek and disengaged myself from him and followed the doctor into the unknown, not even close to knowing if I should be smiling with confidence or be wrapped in my own tears of dispair.

Harrys POV:

        Watching Mallory walk through the doors alone felt like the hardest thing I ever had to do. The way she had just looked up at me, with no hope in her chocolate eyes, was the worst thing imaginable. It was as though she had surrendered before the battle had even begun. Did she really have such little hope? Did she even want to get better? I just stood on the white checkered floor, staring at the now closed double doors, not knowing what to do or what to think. I so wished that I was able to go with her. For moral support if anything. I don't want her to think she's in this alone. God, I hope she doesn't think that.

       "Harry why don't you come sit down, she will be in there for a while." Niall murmured softly beside me as he took my elbow and led me to a seat between him and Chandni.

       "She's going to be fine, Harry. Mallory is so much stronger then she looks, trust me." Chandni whispered to me, confidence in her eyes. There was nothing I could do but believe her. I so hoped she was right.

        "I looked up the treatment online, apparantly she will be pretty zoned out and exhausted after a few sessions." I heard Liam say softly. I looked over at him. He had tears sparkling in his bright eyes.

        "Yeah, but she will also get used to the treatment, so it might not affect her as much after a while. Plus if Mallory is as strong as Chandni says, she should be able to hack it. She will be able to." Niall informed Liam, daggers shooting from his sky blue eyes into Liams chocolate ones. At this point, I was some where in the middle, wondering if I should be praying for a miracle.

Mallorys POV:

      "Now you have to lie very still." The Doctor remarked to me as I laid on the cold table, the hospital gown feeling more like a football players pancho. I listened to him and closed my eyes, forcing my body to resist the urge of even the slightest twitch.

      "Alrighty sweetheart, this should only take a few minutes and you should be set to go." He informed me as he set a garbage bin on a chair next to me and my eyes shot open. Why is he....oh my god, I thought terrified. Was that seriously a barfing bin? I swallowed hard and closed my eyes again, trying to forget the vomit can. I hadn't realised he started the treatment until I felt a small burning pain growing near stomach and around my head. It's not so much that it hurt, it was just unpleasent. Something that I could most deffintly live without experiencing. I tried to think of good thoughts to block out all of the bad ones growing in my head. What were the others doing in the waiting room? Are they talking? Are they silent? Did they wish they were some where else? Even if they didn't want to be here, I was glad they came. If they hadn't come with me, I doubt I ever would have made it through the door. I knew once this ended, I would put on my biggest and brightest smile. I didn't want them to feel bad any more. Or sorry for the poor and innocent girl with cancer. I've never been fairly good at accepting peoples pity.

      "And that's all there is to it." The doctor smiled after a few minutes. "Honestly, I was expecting alot worse for your first session, but you were as stiff as a board."

      "I guess I listen well when it counts." I replied politely, with a smile.

     "Well, it certainly paid off. You might even be able to be through with treatment within a few weeks and be off skipping into the sunset before you know it."

     "Eh, we'll see. Don't want to get my hopes up."  I replied softly, staring at the ground. The room was silent. I glanced up to see the doctor staring at me, a look of sorrow in his face. Something told me that he gave up his acts of false hope.

      "Why don't we bring you back to your visitors shall we. I'm sure they would love to see you." He remarked blankly after I had changed back into my clothes. He led me back to the waiting room, where everyone all had their eyes on me. Something told me that they had been staring at the wide doors the entire time. I don't know why, but that made me smile. Harry scrambeled to his feet and lightly took me in his arms, being ever so gentle. He just stood there and held me while lightly stroking my hair. The others all watched, light smiles on the their faces and traces of light tears in their eyes. Harry was whispering to me, words I couldn't catch, his lips pressed against my ear. It seemed as though he would never let me go.

       "How was it?" Harry murmured softly against my ear, curiousity and worry in his voice.

       "Not as bad as we thought and better then we hoped." I assured him as I rested my head against his chest, wanting to stay that way forever and never let him go.