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

11. Never Nothing

* * * * * 2 weeks later * * * * *

Mallorys POV:

       "Oh my god I want these!" Chandni screamed as we came across a pair of suede high heeled boots in a small store in Times Square.

       "Then get them." I laughed as I checked out some vintage handbags.

       "I will." She assured me with a big smile as she walked over to the check out counter, leaving me alone with the goreous purses. Today was just a casual "I want to go shopping, so do you, lets go" sort of day for us. We hadn't really been able to hang out just the two of us considering everything that's been happening, and today was a friday, so, what the hell. The last two weeks of treatment were not as bad as I thought. Everyone was amazing, they didn't make it a big thing about it which I loved. No one asked about it much. They didn't want to know the pain I had to go through, even though it's always written on my face. Harry asks about it the most. I think it somehow helps him know more about what's happening, so he knows what more to expect. I wish he didn't, but it's not like I can't not tell him. I could never do that to him.

        "Ahhhh, these are so cuuteeee!" Chandni squealed as she picked up a flower embroidered purse from the rack.

        "Yeah, I know, I was actually thinking of getting that one." I informed her, a fake threatness to my tone.

       "Oh yeah? Well, finders keepers losers weepers. Maybe I will let you borrow it when we're fifty and it's out of style." She laughs, sticking out her tongue and stalked away to the belts.

        "News flash, it's vintage. It's already out of style."

        "Well, when we're fifty it will be even more out of style, how lucky for you."

        "Oh so lucky." I sneered mockingly at her as I snatched the purse out of her hand and ran to the check out counter before she could protest. After I paid, we walked out of the store, each with a bag from the store and many from previous shops. It seemed like a fairly good day. You know you shopped the best, when you can barely walk. "Shop 'till you drop" seemed accurate at the moment.

       "Gahh. Let's go back to the hotel. I'm beat." I huffed as we began towards that way.

      "Ah mkay. Let's just get some water first. I'm dying over here." Chandni informed me with a fake cough. I rolled my eyes and we began towards the cafe. We walked in and went to the counter and decided on two bottles of water and a share of fries and a table by the window.

       "Sooooo...how's life?" I asked her nonchalantly.

       "Eh, it's okay. You know, just making out and sleeping in the same bed as Zayn Malik every night. Nothing out of the ordinary."

       "Oh, eh that's nothing. Boorinnngg"

      "Oh I know. Nothing fun going on here."

       "Have you guys...you know?"

       "Aha, not yet. We get close, but, he wants it to be perfect. Considering it's my first time, I agree. What about you and Mr. Four Nipples?"

       "Ehhh, same. We haven't really talked about it."

       "Why?!" Chandni questioned, her face filled with shock.