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

21. Deaths Waiting Room

Chandnis POV:

           What the hell is wrong with him? I kept wondering, over and over again, as Mallory was getting her treatment and I waited in the sick filled waiting room. Everyone in the room looked like they were on the brink of death, their skin ridiculously pale and dark circles under their eyes. It was like deaths waiting room. I hoped Mallory wouldn't have to look like that, that some how she would get better. I don't know what I would do without her. I mean sure, I would have Zayn with me which means I would never be alone, but I would lose my best friend and that was something I never dreamed possible. Then again, I never dreamed in a million years that I would be dating Zayn Malik, aka the guy I've wanted for years. I guess there are just some dreams that are the best thing possible and some dreams that would be the worst thing imaginable. For instance, everything Harry told Mallory this morning. I never thought he would say something like that, eccspecialy considering everything that he's done for Mallory and the fact that he's supposed to be the strong one, the one she leans on for support. It was like he snapped, like he just couldn't take it anymore. I'm sure he's sorry, I really am, but there's no way Mallory will forgive him, eccspecially since he hasn't even apologised face to face. Why hasn't he? Doesn't he know that the longer he waits the more Mallory will doubt their relationship? I swear, some times that boy is clueless. I heard my phone go off and smiled, a text from Zayn.

     Zayn: How's it going? :)

     Me: Fine, I'm waiting for her to come out then we should be on our way back. How's Harry?

     Zayn: He's Harry. Keeps asking how to fix it and keeps pestering all of us to call her because he knows she won't pick up if he does. Basically, he's bugging the shit out of everyone. Nialls close to socking him in the face.

     Me: Don't let him! Poor little Niall would die. And he's smart with not calling her yet, she would probably bitch him out.

     Zayn: Well, let's hope he doesn't call her anytime soon then, we really don't need more buckets of tears from Harry, aha.

    Me: God no. Alright, I'll see you soon, I think she's almost done then we should be there.

    Zayn: Alright, babe, I love you xx

    Me: Love you too :)

         I shut off my phone after I sent the last text, mostly to avoid Harry attempting to call and partly so I wouldn't keep texting Zayn and annoy him with my banter. I leaned back on the chair and just flipped through magazines. The wedding ones are my favorite.

Harrys POV:

             "Harry, seriously, you need to calm the hell down before your head blows off. Your pacing makes me dizzy," Niall complained as he munched on pringles. He still seemed pretty mad at me and I could he was holding back from saying things that were much worse. I stormed over to one of couches and collapsed on it, throwing my arm over my eyes and went still, just listening to the endless rant of the television that no one was listening to.  Louis and Eleanor were gone, most likely off to rumage through stores that they might have missed, leaving Zayn, Niall and I sitting in the living area, silent.

              "I seriously can't wait for Liam to find out about everything that's happened today," Niall smirked as he slowly flicked through the tv guide, looking for something other than Cougar Town to watch.