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

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Harrys POV:

         Why did I say that?, I wondered angrily as I stormed out into the hallway, attempting to race to find Mallory, but knowing she won't even want to talk to me. She won't even want to look at me. She probably hates me. I made it sound as though I had no hope and that I didn't care whether she lived or died. Which is far from the truth considering she's the reason I'm here and the reason why none of us have gone on with our tour or have returned home to England. The only reason I could think of is her. All the things that we have given up or postponed for her and she still thinks I don't care. That if she died, I could move on in a second. Her thinking is far from the truth that I'm surprised that it's even crossed her mind. As soon as I walked into the living area, only two faces met mine. Neither Mallory, only Eleanor and Niall. Eleanor's full of sympathy and understanding, as if she knew I didn't mean to hurt Mallory. That I do love her and it was all just a big misunderstanding. Niall's was filled with... hate? Did he really hate me?

            "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He started as he quickly stood up and came to stand only an inch from my face. Considering I was taller than him by a few inches, I was surprised he mustered up the guts.

             "What are you talking about?" I questioned, trying my best to control my anger. No matter how naive Niall was, he didn't deserve to be yelled at.

              "You made her cry, Harry! Cry! All she's done since she's met you was love you and try her best to be healthy and perfect for you! And what do you do?! You make her cry and question why she's still here!"

               "You don't think I feel bad?! That I don't regret it?! I didn't mean to hurt her, Niall."

               "Well you did! You didn't see the look on her face when she left the room, Harry. Completely broken and no hope. It's like she's giving up and it's all your fault!"

               "I know! I know I hurt her! Dammit I don't need this right now, ok, I need to find her. Where'd she go?" I asked, my glance flicking between both of them.

              "To say goodbye to her parents," Eleanor softly replied, her head resting carefully on her hands as she gazed at her pink and white bunny slippers, absently. I nodded my head slowly and made my way towards the door.

               "I wouldn't try it. I would let her settle down a bit. Wait 'till she gets back from treatment. At least then she will be all mellowed out and her punches won't hurt as much," Eleanor smirked. Considering how hard Mallory could hit when she's half asleep, I doubted being drugged up would stop her from leaving a few inch wide bruise, ecspecially if she wanted to cause pain. I stared at the door, as if hoping that some magic would happen and Mallory would suddenly walk through it and wrap her arms around me, saying that she forgave me. I stared hoping that the last twenty minutes could be erased. I left my spot and sat on a dark green chair by a still angry Niall. After a few minutes of awkward silence, the hotel suite door opened, Zayn and Louis both walking in, dissaproving looks on their faces.

               "Where's Mallory?" I questioned, slightly standing up as if she was about to walk through the door behind them.

               "Not in here. I just came to get her and Chandni a change of clothes and then the two of them are off," Zayn glowered as he walked into the hallway, not even glancing back.

               "They're- they're leaving?" I stuttered, my face falling.

              "They aren't going home, if that's what you think. They're just going to Mallorys treatment and they'll be back later on," Louis informed me as he took a spot next to Eleanor, his arm wrapping gently around her.