Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9

Allison's P.O.V

I don't know what to do with myself. It's like, I'm drowning, but I'm still allowed shallow breaths before it feels like I'm suffocating again. I get these little bits of happiness, like when Harry has been cuddled up next to me, when he kisses my hair, or when he tells me everything is going to be alright. But when all of that is over, within a couple of seconds I'm back to thinking about what has happened to me. I don't remember, and it's literally eating at me. How come I can't remember? Why can't I remember how he best me, or anything that happened that day. All of these scenarios and thoughts are in my head, and I don't know which one is true. I keep thinking that maybe I could have done something to prevent it. But I don't remember, so all I keep thinking is that it was probably my fault.

Harry been trying got help, and I know it's killing him inside. He's been by my side this past week and hasn't left my side one time. He's called off work every day and I feel like crap. I don't want to feel like a burden to him, but I am. I had to quit the job at the library, they weren't going to let me take this many days off, even with my situation, so I had to quit. I didn't want to, and it's making me sad every day I see it, but I just had to do it. Harry's dad was more acceptable, he and Anne came and saw Harry and I the other day and they we're more than caring towards me. He told me I could take as many days off that I need. I feel bad about it, since he just newly hired me, but I gladly took it. I don't want to take more than a week more off, I just need to get my head straight.

I'm now getting ready in Harry's bathroom. We brought a plastic tote with some clothes and other things of mine from my apartment and brought them over here. I know I have clothes here at Harry's, but I felt better having some of my old clothes here. So, Harry's in the process of rearranging his drawer and putting the things I brought over in it. I'm happy he volunteered to do that, it just meant I had more time to be by myself and get ready. He asked if we could go out to walk around the Square in town, and I agreed. I need to get out, and I need to have fun with Harry. I just feel like I've been moping around him, and I don't want to do that. I just want to be the best girlfriend I can be towards him. 

I pick up the flat iron and straighten the one last piece of hair that needed done, and Harry taps on the door.

"Hey, baby, can I come in?" He asks gently, and I set the flat iron down.

"Yeah, course."

He opens the bathroom door and he walks in, a small smile in his face. He has on his black jeans that are ripped at the knees, and his white button up is only buttoned up half way.

"I got everything organized, so now it's like we got a His and Her side." He smiles, dropping his lips down to kiss the top of my head. I close my eyes and smile.

"Perfect, thank you so much, Harry." I say, opening my eyes and looking at the two of us through the mirror. 

"I was happy to do it," He says, smiling at my reflection, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep, just have to put my shoes and jacket on." I say, unplugging the flat iron from the wall and turning around to face him.

"Let's go do that then." He says, messing with the buttons on his shirt.

I cock my head to the side and pinch my eyebrows together, "Yeah, let's."

We make our way into the living room and over by the door, Harry helps me put on my jacket, and I slip on my boots. He holds the door open for me as we exit. Harry holds my hand the entire time we make our way out of his building and into his car. It isn't too chilly today, but the sun is covered up by gray clouds, so it's pretty dreary outside. He makes his way down the street, and I stare out of the window at the passing buildings and cars.