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

18. You Don't Smell So Bad Yourself

Mallorys POV:

           "Alright, Let's get a move on then!" I heard Liam announce by the front door, Danielle lovingly at his side, both in a matching dark steely gray. I want a boyfriend that will do matching color schemes with me, I thought as I stood up from the couch, Harry's arm automatically wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer. I smiled at him, thinking about how we would look in a matching orange attire and laughing at myself. As if he would ever do that... unless I made him anyways. Oh, the possibilites.

            "Thank god we're finally leaving. I'm starving. You girls take to long to get ready." Niall remarked as he sent a playful dagger stare my way, making me giggle.

             "Oh and it doesn't take you long to style YOUR hair?!" Chandni questioned as Zayn pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her head to rest against his chest.

             "Not as long as it takes you girls. Make up, hair spray, then more make up. Such a waste of a pretty face. Dispicccable." Niall smirked, slowly enunciating the word and staring between Chandni and I, trying to make his point known.

             "If it was such a waste then they wouldn't make it now would they, Niall?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes and making my way towards the door with Harry at my side, kicking Niall in the shin on the way, making him wince and casually rushing away as he attempted to grab onto my leg.

             "Ok, now we really have to get going." Liam exclaimed in the hallway, making Danielle smirk. Why was he in such a hurry? We had at least an hour before we had to be at the resturant.

             "Yeah we probably should get going. Gotta beat the traffic." Harry murmured by my ear, his sweet breath against my skin causing a shiver to go down my spine. Traffic... either that meant Times Square is full or crazy fans are outside. Either one put a damper on my mood.

            "Let's goooo. Hustle people, move it! Seriously, I'm so close to taking a head count." Liam hollered in his best sergeant voice. I smiled at the forcefulness in his tone. I felt someone pat my shoulder and slightly looked back to see my older brother, Anthony, his eyes full of what looked like relief and less of the hardness that always seemed to be hidden in the golden-brown orbs. He lightly nodded his head, making one swift motion. I automatically knew what that meant. The motion meant "I approve for now, but we'll see where it leads and I'll soon find out if I have to pound his face in." I'm estatic that he gave the nod. None of my boyfriends have ever gotten the nod, they have always gotten the slight twitch of the head that said "Never-going-to-fucking-happen." I smiled big and gave him a soft pat on the shoulder. Thank god Harry didn't get the no shake. I don't know what I would do if he did.

            "So what did you do to get the almost approval?" I questioned softly by Harry's ear as we all made our way out of the hotel suite and to the elevators. I more felt his smile then saw it.

            "Well, I told him the truth." He grinned as we stepped into one of the elevators.

            "Which is?" I asked trying my best to look him directly in the eye. Surpirisingly, even in the high heels I was wearing he was still a bit taller than me. Harry just smiled and swiftly dragged me into the lobby with him where some of the others were waiting.

             "I take it I won't get an answer then?" I laughed lightly as we all made our way to the main entrance. Already I could see the fans, most of them with multicolored posters and neon one direction shirts.