Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

Allison's P.O.V

"No, Dad, seriously. You can't walk like that, you have to use the cane they gave you." I tell him, walking over and grabbing the cane from beside his favorite recliner.

"Seriously, Al, you're going to make me walk with that thing?" He asks stubbornly, but takes the black metal stick out of my hand, "See what I have to deal with Zayn? It's like she's my mother."

Zayn laughs and shakes his head, "Come on, Ali. Give your dad a break, he's been walking fine for 2 days now!"

I roll my eyes at him, "I don't care! The doctors told him he should walk with it for at least 2 weeks, I'm not taking nay chances. He's old, ya know?"

And with that I look at my dad and stick my tongue out at him. He does the same thing back to me before making his way into the kitchen...cane in tow.

It's been 2 days since my dad has been able to come home, and let me tell you, he's been a pain in my ass ever since. And I've probably been a pain in the ass to him as well, but hey, he's my dad. He's fine, nothing to major, just the long road of recovery is going to be the thing that kills him. He hates not being able to do anything.

With that being said, I haven't been able to do anything about Harry either. I've tried calling him again, but I can't get to him. It's scaring me, and I'm beginning to think the worst of things, but I can't do that. That's where Zayn comes in. He's been doing the absolute best at keeping my mind off things....well, off of Harry. It's silly really, and I just wish I could talk to my damn boyfriend already! But lord knows how stubborn he is. He's kind of like my dad.

I guess that's one of the reasons why I love him.

"Ali, you ready to go?" Zayn asks, getting up from the couch. He reaches over the arm rest and grabs his leather jacket and shrugs it on.

"Yeah. Let me just make sure dad can get-"

Zayn laughs and pulls on my hand, dragging me to the door, "Enough, your dad is fine. He just walked to the kitchen all by himself. He doesn't need you hovering over you."

"Hell no I don't!" My ad shouts from the kitchen and I scowl at the wall between us.

"You see? He's absolutely fine! So let's go before Chipotle gets there dinner rush, and we have to stand in line for an hours just to get a burrito." He says, and hands me my jacket.

"Alright alright, let's go." I mutter, putting my jacket on as well and heading for the door, "You're driving though."

...

"Oh my god, this is so freaking good." I say, taking another bite out of my burrito bowl, "I need to find one of these in Manchester."

"Nothing like Chipotle." Zayn says, shoving the burrito into his mouth, "Wait, you've barely even touched it!"