Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

Harry's P.O.V

I'm pacing around my living room, hands running through my hair, as I try to calm myself down and get my thoughts going straight again. Who the FUCK does Niall think he is? He's a sick fucking human being and I swear to god I will kill him the next time I see. Who in their right mind just wants to rape someone? Or try to rape them? I can't even begin to explain the different emotions that are going through my head right now. Allison won't let me in, she's blocking me out in so many ways right now it's killing me. 

I don't know what to do right now. 

I know I should be respecting her respect and leaving her alone like she had asked, but dammit she locked herself in the bathroom after getting fucked up news like that and I'm scared. Would she commit suicide? I don't think so, my Allison is stronger than that. I know she's gonna be like this for a while, but I know she wouldn't take it that far. 

I walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, grabbing the remote with my left hand I turn on the TV and switch it to history channel. I lean my head back on the couch and rub my hands over my eyes. After all of this shit happened, I didn't think it could get any worse. I lean my head up just a little and start to watch whatever bullshit program is on the television.

...

 I jump awake and my eyes open, my chest is rising rapidly as I try to steady my breath. Damn those falling dreams, scares the shit out of me. I look around the living room and it's pitch black outside, but all of the lights are still on. The TV is playing some paid programming thing about a new food processor, so it has to be about two or three in the morning. I must have passed out. I stretch my arms above my head and let out a good yawn. Man, I am exhausted. I need to sleep in my bed like now. Allison is probably already asleep. But, why didn't she come in and wake me up?

My body is up and moving fast around my couch, my side slamming into the arm at the end and I hiss at the collision. I swing open the door to my room and see that my bed is empty. I look towards the bathroom and see that the door is still closed.

Fuck.

My skin heats up and my heart starts beating fast. The worst possible idea is in my head right now and I don't want it to be true. 

"Allison?" I say loudly, walking towards the bathroom door and tapping the door with my knuckles.

No answer.

"Allison, baby, open the door please." I knock loudly, wiggling the door handle as I knock with my other hand.

She doesn't answer, and she's not opening the door. My mind is racing and I'm so scared of what's beyond this door. But I have to get to her, what if she's hurt herself? God dammit this shouldn't be happening right now. I rush to the bedside table and get out the bathroom key I have in there. My feet move quickly back to the door and my fingers fumble to get the key in the lock. The door handle turns after a few tries of me missing the lock hole, and when I push it open I hit a hard object immediately.

Fuck.

I open it as much as I can and peek my head inside the room. I look down and see Allison with damp hair curled up in her bathroom towel clutching onto it for dear life, laying on the floor.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I get down beside her in an instant and wrap her up in my arms. She stirs beneath me, her eyelids fluttering and she whimpers. I let out the huge breath I've been holding ever since I woke up and I kiss her forehead. 

"Allison, it's okay, it's just me. It's Harry." I say against her hair, running my hand over the strands that are falling down her back.

"Harry," She says quietly, opening her eyes a little and squinting up at me, "I'm sorry."