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

15. Promise

Harrys POV:

      I heard a comotion outside of my room, but thought nothing of it. I pulled on the dark blue blazer and looked in the mirror. Let's hope they think I'm good enough for her, I thought as I reached for my air plane necklace on the dresser top, slipping it over my head. My door blew open with a wall smacking thud. An out of breath, scared looking Niall stood in the entry way.

            "Harry... hurry... Mallory... she... collapsed." He breathed out, turning and running into the hall. What? She collapsed? I ran from the room and down the hallway to the living area where I found everyone crowding around one of the couches. As I stumbled my way closer to the scene, I saw a closed eye'd and deathly pale Mallory lying there, a damp towel lightly pressed to her forehead. My heart broke. I pushed forward past everyone so that I was by her head near the couch. I felt my knees buckle and fell to the ground, taking one of her hands in both of mine, trying to warm the ice cold limp fingers.

            "How long has she been out?" I asked softly, my voice cracking uncontrolably.

            "Only a few minutes." A teary eye'd blonde woman told me. This must be Mallorys mother.  I looked into her blue eyes, trying to see Mallory in them, and failing. She was clinging to a tall dark haired man with deep golden eyes. They both looked like they were going to be sick.

             "What happened exactly?" I questioned. Mallory had been fine the last time I saw her, looking beautifully threatening on her way out of my bedroom.

             "We don't know. She opened the door and my parents hugged her and the next thing we knew she made a loud sound, turned pale, and was out cold." A boy who looked a bit older then Louis replied, from his seat at the arm of the couch. I looked over at him, taken aback by how similar he looked to Mallory. This must be the older brother that wants to skin me alive. Great. Just what I need.

             "Before they got here, Mallory was reaching for a cup and got hurt. I brought her over to the couch, but she was definitly in pain when she answered the door." An emotion filled Niall blurted out, his eyes never leaving my face.

             "Oh my god. So us hugging her clearly didn't help. Dammit we shouldn't have grabbed so tightly." Mallorys father groaned as he walked over to the other couch and sat down, his head in his hands.

              "It's not your guy's fault, you just missed her. I would have done the same thing." A tear filled Liam said comfortingly. I blocked out the conversation, focusing myself on Mallory. Taking in her deathly pale face, her vein covered eyelids. Her long lashes casting shadows across her face from an unknown light. Her hair cascading in a pillow strewn around her shoulders. I could feel Mallorys brothers dark eyes on me, an unspoken threat in them. Did he already hate me? At the second I didn't care. I just took everything about Mallory in. The few freckles on her long white piano hands, the silver infinity sign necklace around her neck, resting carlessly above the collar of her shirt. If it weren't for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, I would swear she was gone. After a few minutes, everyone decided to finish getting ready, considering most were still in their pajamas, I didn't blame them. Left in the room were Mallorys parents, her brother and I. Fantastic.

               "So, for future reference, what should I call you all?" I questioned softly, barely taking my eyes off of Mallory.

                "Well, you can call me Anthony, or master... which ever you perfer." I heard her brother mumble in a serious tone. I heard a laugh escape Mallorys mother's lips, as if she could no longer contain her amusement.