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

17. Give Her A Happy Ending

Harrys POV:

          "Why exactly did we leave the hotel room?" I ask Mallory's brother, Anthony, as we walk into the hotels small cafe and take a seat.

          "Because, I needed to talk to you in private." He answered simply as he absently played with the cloth napkin on the table.

          "What do you need to talk to me about?" I questioned with worry as I stared at him, hoping it wasn't anything bad.

           "Mallory." He said as though it was obvious. "I need to know where you think your place is in all of this. I need to know how long you will stay before you decide she isn't worth it. Understand?"

          "Isn't worth it? What do you mean?"

          "I mean how long are you going to stay with her? 'Till she gets worse and can't even leave the hospital? Or in a few days when you move on from her and find someone new?"

         "I won't leave her. Ecspecially not when she needs me the most. I could never do that to her. I love her."

         "Love her? Do you even know what it means to love someone? Ecspecially someone like Mallory? It means you need to respect her, even when it seems like she doesn't deserve it. You need patience and to give her time to understand something, no matter how long it takes. You need to never hurt her and know that she takes every thing you say to heart no matter how small it may be. You need to know what you will be giving up to be with her. You need to know what you're going to be missing out on. I'm sorry if I'm coming off as harsh, but I'm her older brother. I need to protect her always, in everything she does. You want to be in her life, I get it, but right now her life is taken the worst turn possible. Her fate was something that no one in my family could ever wish on her. Anyone in my family, including me, would gladly take her place. Because she deserves better than this crap ending. Harry, if you love her like you say you do and as much as I know she loves you, do me a favor. Give her a happy ending.  Even If the happy ending means you end it with Mallory, then fine. But don't hurt her in the process, because if she so much as sheds a tear, I will make your life hell." Anthony informed me, his tone deathly serious. I stared at him for a few moments, processing everything he said, even though to me his effort was a waste.

           "Like I said before, I love her. I will never leave her. No matter what. If I ever even hurt her in the littlest possible way, I give you my full permission to murder me because I would deserve it. She's to perfect to break or to lose." I breathed out hoping he understood that I would never desert her like he thinks.

            "Listen, I sense you do have feelings for her. But, I also understand and know about your reputation with women. You're completely into them one minute, and then the next, you're onto the next one in the long line of endless girls and one night stands. Just don't make my baby sister one of them. She's knew to all of this, dating and relationships. She's never been able to handle one for very long until she ends it. I know how my sister is. The fact that she loves you and told you she did is very big for her. So don't tell her you love her unless you mean it fully. Don't play with my sister because right now she has enough she has to deal with without having to sort out your lies from the truth."

            "I mean it. Fully. Everything I say to her will never be a lie and never has been. I promise you that. I know you have a need to protect her, I have the same for my sister, but one thing you don't need to protect her from is me. I. Will. Not. Hurt. Her." I exclaimed a bit louder than I meant to. He looked me in the eyes, seeing if I was telling the truth. I had a feeling he was like Mallory and could tell if someone was fibbing. Must run in the family. All he did was nod, and quietly stand up from his seat and walk away. Did he believe me? I followed him back to the hotel room and used my key and opened up the door. The sight I saw when I walked in was one I wasn't prepared for.

 Mallorys POV:

         Where are Harry and my brother? I thought. The second I thought it, they both walked through the door. Both looked like had already gotten changed for dinner, which I thought was pretty amazing considering my brother takes even longer than me to get ready even though he was only in dressy pants and a maroon button up shirt. Harry was wearing a dark gray-almost-black blazer with a red hankerchief in the pocket, black dressy pants that fit him perfectly, tight in just the right places and were a bit darker than the jacket and a white button up shirt underneath a vest that was almost the exact color as his jacket. He looked absolutley perfect. Some where between the guy that you want your parents to meet and the guy that would burn down your house simply because he was bored and it seemed like a good time. Harry stopped at the door, his gaze focused on me and staying there. His eyes looked me up and down, lazily taking his time and going back for a second look. His ocean eyes full of wonder and curiousity. The curiousity must of been towards how fast he might be able to get the dress off of me without ripping the delicate fabric. Thank you Eleanor and Danielle. I think this experiment was a success. If it was possible to grope someone with your eyes, Harry was definitly doing it. He slowly walked over to me, both taking his time and going as fast as he could. Everyone in the room was holding their own conversations, so no one took notice to us. Harry took one last step and stood infront of me, a big cheeky grin on his face.

           "Who are you and what have you done with my Mallory?" He questioned as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. My heart beat sped up and by the pulse from his wrist on my waist I could tell his did too.

             "Oh you know, just perfected her up a bit. Ya like?" I smiled as his face began to move closer to mine, my arms automatically intertwining around his neck.

              "You're always perfect." He stated as he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine gently. I could tell he was trying his best to hold back considering my parents were in the room. The kiss was simple, only a few seconds long, but the magic was there. Completely in full swing. I pulled back gently and he let out a light protest, making me smile.

               "Don't worry, I'll be back for more later." I laugh as he grins, hope and love in his eyes. It felt like we were the only people in the room. Like no one else was there, only Harry and I. I felt no pain, no worry and no thought that this might be one of the last times we will ever be able to be like this. The only thoughts that filled my mind and only emotions that I felt were easy to tell and simple to detect. Love.