Dominant (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17

Harry's P.O.V

awake as some morning light enter my window. I stretch my legs out and open my eyes, shocked to see how I have been sleeping. My leg is draped over both of Allison's like I'm keeping her from leaving, my head is placed on chest and my arm is wrapped around her like ivy. I'm..shocked. But yet, it feels so-

Harry, what the fuck are you doing? My inner thoughts scold me as I let out a little sigh.

What am I doing? Why am I so interested in this girl? Normally, if I bring a woman home and she doesn't want to be my submissive, I tell her hit the road. Or if they pull that relationship shit with me, I tell him the same thing. But this girl, Allison, she makes me want to think about another relationship.. And that's something I've sworn off to ever since-

She stirs beside me, and I freeze careful not to move or wake her, her head just tilts a little lowers as she falls back asleep. My body relaxes as she does. She looks so beautiful when she sleeps, her mouth is slightly parted with a tint of a frown on it. Her hair falling all around her, she's stunning really. But then again, I wouldn't have ever went after if she was ugly.

I can't do this, I can't lay here anymore. I'm so confused with all of this shit and me being wrapped around her is just making everything more complicating. I remove my leg carefully from hers and she doesn't move, my arm lifts up and she frowns, but she doesn't wake, good. I get up quietly from the bed and walk over to my dresser and get some black sweatpants out and put them on. Quietly walking to my door and opening it, I leave, closing it making sure not to make to much noise, I need some time to think.

I walk into my office and sit down in my big black chair behind my computer desk. Iulean onto my stained and polished dark wood desk and sigh heavily, my hands rubbing my eyes. This girl is doing something to me, for fucks sake I slept with her in the same bed about three times. Twice in my own room! That never fucking happens.

If she wanted to be my submissive she would have said so already. She wouldn't be asking me to go to sleep with her, I wouldn't be fucking snuggled up with her. But she doesn't have one submissive bone in her body, and I think I know that too, but I don't want to accept it because I don't want her to go away. I know she wants a relationship with me, because that's what she's used to. But that's not something I'm used to. I'm so used to fucking and whipping women in my playroom. Them going off to bed and making me food the next morning.

But with Allison, it's different. Of course I still would love to fuck her and whip her in my playroom, but I also want to take her out to dinner, take her to social events of mine, show her off to everyone else saying 'Yeah, she's mine so back the hell off'. But, I'm not used to that. It's been about 4 years since I've had someone I could do that with.

I open the bottom drawer of my desk, the one that has nothing in beside that one object and that one picture. That platinum silver ring that I can't get the pride to throw it away. And of course that dammed picture, why I haven't thrown it away I don't know, but I can't. I pick up the picture and examine it closet umpteenth time. If it wouldn't have been for her, I wouldn't be the way I am right now. So cold, so distant to everyone, wanting to be alone, not wanting another relationship where I can be...happy. I don't deserve to be happy though, she made it that way. She was the last woman to ever touch me, to make me feel cherished. And it fucking sucks.

And then here comes Allison. And she makes me forget about everything. I just don't fucking get it. How can one girl show up for an interview of me and then have wanting her more than anything..

My phone vibrates and it makes me snap out of my confusion.

"Styles." I answer, clipped and professional.