Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

Allison's P.O.V

Niall's face is extremely close to me, and his eyes are black. I can't move and I can't speak, all I can do is stare up at him while his long lizard like tongues escapes his mouth. I look down and see him pushing his hands down my pants, his tongue licking his lips. I look back up to see see him raise his hand above his head and I start thrashing back and forth, trying my best to do anything but get hit by the force he's about to bring down onto me and to get his hands away from my-

"Allison! Baby! Wake up, Allison!"

I open my eyes immediately, staring up at Harry's whose face is above me with his hands on my shoulders. I'm breathing incredibly fast, my heart pounding so hard it almost hurts, and I'm dripping in sweat. My eyes gaze around the room quickly until they land back on Harry. He moves the damp strands of my hair away from my face and gazes down at me sadly. 

I start sobbing uncontrollably.

My body shakes with the heaves escaping my body as Harry pulls me off of my couch and places me in his lap. He smooths the back of my hair with his hand as he rocks me back and forth. I curl up into a ball and rest my head in the crook of his neck with my tears soaking his skin. He doesn't say anything, just quietly says 'sh' and keeps playing with my hair. 

I don't know how long I cry for, but eventually it lets up and I'm just trying to re catch my breath. Harry's neck and the neckline of his shirt is covered in my tears and most likely some snot that was coming out of my nose when I lost it, and I feel like crap. Harry's stopped playing with my hair, but his hand is drawing circles in my back and it's soothing. I lift my head up and his hand freezes on my back, he looks down at me as I meet his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, "What happened?"

"Nightmare." I answer, my voice a little dry from crying.

"Was it-"

He doesn't answer because I bow my head down and stare at my knees, nodding my head once. I hear him curse under his breath, and he pulls me closer to his chest. My head falls right below his shoulder, and I can faintly hear his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry." I sob, my chest heaving as I talk, "I just can't stop crying. It just hit me."

He shushes me, pulling me closer to his chest, "I know baby, I know. But it's okay, you're going to be okay."

"I-It's just scary thinking about it." I pull away and wipe at my hot face."

"I know, I know. And it kills me to see you like this, it fucking kills me like no other. But I can promise you, nothings going to ever happen to you ever again. Okay? You're with me now, and I'm going to keep you safe." He tells me, bringing his hand up and placing his palm on my cheek.

I lean into his touch and close my eyes, "You promise?"

I open my eyes and they land on his, his beautiful eyes a little glossed over staring back at me, "I promise."

...

I stare at my reflection in the passenger said window and watch as the rain droplets race to the end. Harry and I have been sitting out here in the parking lot for about half an hour now, and we haven't talked. Or moved. We've just sat here in silence, with Harry's thumb rubbing my thigh gently. We're at the police station, and I'm going to be questioned about Niall and everything that happened that day. I've had this sick feeling in my stomach all day ever since Harry gotten the phone call and told me we had an appointment today with Officer Wyatt.