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

13. Magic Seemed To Happen

Mallorys POV:

    I woke up to the sunshine heating up my bare skin and Harrys warm arms surrounding me as my head rests on his chest. His soft even inhales making my head rise up and down again and his breath tickling the baby hairs on the back of my neck. Part of me wanted to turn and see if he was awake, but all of me wanted to just lay here, and never move again. This was the first morning that I felt no pain. Nothing. No headache. No sharp gun shot pain. Nothing. All I felt was the warm and tenderness of the best person in the world lying in the bed with me. Completely unclothed, I might add. I still couldn't believe what had happened the night before. Harry and I had done something that I never dreamed could be that amazing. Doing that with him was the best choice I've ever made. The warm big hands stroking my long brown hair told me that I wasn't the only one awake. I turned my head and looked at him, a smirk growing on my face. When my eyes met his ocean orbs, my heart soared. The big bright smile that broke out on his face told me that the same thing just happened to him.

        "Good morning, beautiful." Harry whispered sweetly as he leaned into me and pressed his lips to myn, and freezing there. It was like all time stopped. Nothing happened. It was like everything stopped to watch as this magic seemed to happen. The fireworks that I felt then were even bigger then before. This one kiss was by far the best.

         "Ah good morning to you too." I sighed, slightly out of breath after the lip lock. The sparks were still bouncing around on my lips, making my them tingle.

         "So, how was your sleep? Or better question, your night?" He asked, his face breaking into a half smile as his left eyelid went down in a suttle wink.

         "Both were better than amazing." I smile at him. "And you?"

         "Pure perfection." He replies as he kisses my forehead. "I'm going to go shower." He informs me, pressing his lips to myn once more and leaps out of the bed. He walked stark naked over to his closet and pulled out a big white fluffy robe that the hotel must have provided. With one last mischevious smirk at me, he stalked out of the room and down the hall, leaving the door slightly ajar. I sighed as I pushed back the covers, regretfully stepping out of the bed. Not feeling like searching for my clothes from the night before, I pull on a gray shirt of Harrys laying at the bottom of the bed. Considering the shirt reached just above my knees, I figured I was covered up enough. My headache began to slowly return. I thought it best to ignore it as much as possible. I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I stepped quitely down the wide hallway, trying my best to not wake up anyone who was still sleeping. Just my luck, everyone was awake. They were all sitting in the living area, some on the floor, some on the couches. Niall and Liam were searching through the cupboards, debating whether or not to order room service. As soon as they saw me, all of their faces lit up.

         "Hayyy Mallloorrayyy." I hear Chandni exclaim, her smile big. Considering she was wearing one of Zayns button up plaid long sleeves and nothing else, I assumed her and Zayn had gotten it on last night too. Thank god.

        "Sexy shirt there. Harrys is it?" Louis questioned mischeviously while waggling his eyebrows. Clearly he realised that Harry and I took our realtionship to another level, one involving no clothes and a big comfy bed.

         "Lou! Shut it! You're making her blush!" Eleanor laughed while punching him in the arm, giving me a sympathetic look. Was I blushing? Considering all my usual pains were returning, I doubted that it was embarrassment that was making my cheeks red. Too make sure nothing bad happened, like un-wanted floor hugging or all of a sudden needing a vomit bin, I took a seat on the open chair next to the sofa that Zayn and Chandni were sharing, each drinking a glass of orange juice.

          "So, Zayn. Use a condom?" I questioned innocently. Chandni choked on the sip of orange juice that she just took, making her cough uncontrollably as Zayn patted her on her back, laughing.

          "MALLORY! Holy shit! What a way to ask, bum!" Chandni hollered in a raspy "I'm not even close to being done coughing yet" voice, as I tried my best to not crack a smile. By then, everyone in the room was laughing.

           "Did I miss something funny?" Harry asked as he walked through the entry way, his hair damp and wearing sweats and an old tee, and came and sat on the arm of my chair. He beamed down at me, taking one of my hands in both of his.

          "Yes, actually. Mallory was telling us all about how terribly bad you are in bed. In grave detail. It's quite hysterical actually." Niall informed him as he sat on the floor across from my chair. Far from kicking range.

         "Huh. That's not what she was saying last night." Harry replied, pulling me into his side, as he began to shake with laughter. Now, my cheeks were red with pure embarrassment. I resisted the urge to punch him, considering he had me basically in a headlock, and trying to hurt him would only hurt myself.

        "Harry, don't you know you aren't supposed to imprison your girlfriend. Atleast not until you are together for two months. Or if you're just a cheeky chappy....in that case... I retract my comments entirely." Liam said thoughtfully, practically squishing Danielle as he sat on her lap as she flicked him on the forehead and he grabbed her hands in his before she could do any further damage. They we're so perfect, I seriously was considering fangirling. Fangirling. That reminded me of why they were in New York in the first place

        "What happened to your guys' tour?" I asked, hoping I had nothing to do with it.

       "Well, considering everything that has been happening, we all thought it best if we... postpone the tour for a little while. Just until things... look up." Harry said slowly, trying his best to advert my gaze. I let his words sink in. They postponed their tour. For me...? I couldn't believe it. I mean, I'm happy they were here with me, but I was sad and partially pissed that they decided to stay, and dissapoint all of their fans. The room was silent. Something Harry had said dawned on me. They were waiting for things to "look up" meaning they were all waiting for me to get better. But, what if that doesn't happen? Would that mean they would be with me for my last few months, waiting to see what the outcome would be? Waiting to see if I would live or die? Somehow, I couldn't decide whether or not it was a pleasant feeling that I had or complete heartbreak.