Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Harry's P.O.V

Allison's been unconscious still for the last 34 hours, and I'm beginning to get more worried now. The doctors have been running tests and keeping an eye on her, but she has yet to wake up. It's making nervous on just how bad that bastard hit her in the head for her to still be unconscious and not responsive. 

My mum has been with me for almost the whole night, but she left earlier this morning to go and get me some new clothes. Which honestly, I could care less about at this point, but she seems it's something I need to have. Liam came around 8 to bring me some McDonald's and coffee, but I barely touched it. I feel bad, but I can't eat. I'm just too worried.

It's now 3 in the afternoon, and I'm here in the hospital room sitting next to Allison, doing some work on my laptop and just listening to her heartbeat and breathing that's coming from both machines and from her. The door opens and I jolt my head to look at who it is , but it's just Liam.

"Hey." He says, quietly like he almost doesn't want to wake Allison up.

Hell, I would prefer it if he was screaming, maybe then she would open her eyes and tell us to just shut up.

"Hey, see you got in your run?" I say, motioning towards his attire that he's wearing.

"Yeah, since she's...ya know, thought it wouldn't hurt if I just went for a jog." He shrugs, and sits down in the chair near the door, "Get a load of this though."

Liam tosses me his phone and I look at the screen to see what he's talking about. There's an article posted in the Sun about how Allison and Niall are ex lovers who have been sneaking around my back for the past months and how I show up and break every bone in his face and put him on life support.

How accurate....

I give out a good huff and pass the phone back to Liam, "Nicely written, I wonder what wanker wrote that one."

"Can't believe they would even say that." Liam shakes his head, I laugh.

"I can, they're a bunch of liars those people there. Have been writing lies about me and my company for years now, it's quite comical." I say, and he chuckles.

"I don't know how you deal with it," He says, "The camera people following you around sometimes, the articles people write. Isn't it weird?"

"A bit strange, yeah, but it's nothing I can't ignore. Or handle." I say, and he shrugs his shoulders and I go back to my laptop.

 It's quiet then between the two of us. Liam turns some video on, on his phone and it's now playing throughout the room. It's not awkward or anything, it's actually quiet nice. Someone else being here with me.

"Hey, Liam?" I say, moving my head so I can look at him.

He looks up from his phone, "What's up?"

"I just," I frown, trying to think of the right words to say, "I just want to apologize for the way I acted a while back ago. Was acting like a right prick."

Liam chuckles, "Nah, don't apologize. I was acting like a dick that day too. So, I'm sorry too."

I nod my head, "And thank you, for picking me up and bringing me here. Means a lot."

"You're welcome," He says, looking over to where Allison is laying, "I was skeptical about her dating you at first, because you're wealthy and from what I heard about you. But, I'm glad to say my thoughts about you have changed. I can see you really do care for her."

It's my turn now to look over to where she's laying, "I do. I care about her more than you could understand."

There's a light knocking on the door and both of us snap our heads to see who it is. A woman with a clipboard walks in and gives each of us a small smile.