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

22. The Sparks

Liams POV:

      Honestly, I have no idea how I ended up on top of Harry, with him struggling to get up from underneath my weight and punches, but it felt... good. He deserved the treatment he was getting at the moment, and I was more than happy to be the supplier.

         "Liam, bloody hell, get off of him!" I heard Danielle holler by my ear as she grabbed onto my shoulders, pulling me back, with help of a laughing Niall. They both gently placed me on the couch, Danielle sitting on my lap as if to make sure I wouldn't get up, which honestly was the only thing stopping me from whaling on Harry some more.

           "What the hell..?" I heard a voice practically shout by the entry door and turned around to see Chandni and Mallory standing there, Chandni with a shocked expression and Mallory looking as if she was both confused and trying to hide a smile. I heard a groan and looked at the floor to where Harry was still laying, his hands gingerly touching his face. You could already see some bruises forming. Success.

Harrys POV:

       It felt like I just got ran over by a train... on my face. Liam may look like a sofety, but the boy could sure hit. I almost didn't even want to get up, but when I heard Chandni speak, I couldn't resist trying to sit up. Mallory is back.

               "Harry, mate, you probably should stay down for a few minutes, unless you want to get your ass whipped by someone not so masculine," Zayn laughed darkly as he got up and greeted Chandni. I tried to get a good look at Mallory, but everytime I tried, Niall would casually get in the way. I sighed, slowly, getting to my feet and looked over at her, to see her staring coldly at me, her eyes showing mixed emotions. She looked so fragile, her skin so white and the dark circles under her eyes slightly noticible. She's wearing my sweatshirt, she must not hate me that much, I inwardly smiled as I began to walk towards her, only for her to turn around and begin to run out of the hotel room, everyones calls of her name ignored. I guess she just didn't have anything else to wear, I thought, glumly, beginning to walk quickly after her.

             "Maybe you should give her a min-" Niall began, slowly beginning to stand from the chair he was sitting on.

              "No, not this time," I interrupted, grabbing a dark brown bomber jacket off of the rack by the door, incase she decided to run into the cold. Slipping on a pair of converse, I raced out the door and into the corridor, turning the corner to the elevators, only to see Mallory already in it, the door closing quickly.

              "Mallory, wait! Come on! Give me a chance to explain!" I hollered as the big metal doors slammed shut, her image lost.

               "Shit," I muttered as I ran to the staircase in the next hallway, running down the seven stories as fast as possible, my head throbbing from Liams hits the entire way. By the time I reached the lobby floor, I was more out of breath than I thought I would be. I slammed through the door, stopping in the middle of the lobby, frantically searching around for the long dark waves and slightly short figure. I turned in time to see her walking out of the hotel, seeming to go slowly as if she believed that she was no longer being followed. I stalked her out of the hotel, not wanting her to run again, simply because I wasn't sure how much my head wound could take. There were no fans outside, so no one to scream my name that would get me noticed by Mallory. She kept walking for a few more minutes down the parking lots, the light snow fall catching in her hair, making her look like she was a winter princess with a snowflake crown scattered all around the dark waves. She stopped walking once she reached her big orange jeep, pausing to open it up and hop into the passenger seat and lean back in the chair, her eyes slightly closing as she relaxed. I stood by the window for a second, caught by how at peace she looked considering how mad she truly is. After a moment, I knocked lightly on the window, making her jump, her eyes opening wide. She looked at me through the frosty glass, her gaze hardening.