Dominant (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

Allison's P.O.V

I let out a deep breath as I watch Harry's car pull away from my apartment. How can it be that I miss him already? Frowning, I turn and walk into my poor, not-like-Harry's apartment, closing the door behind me. The T.V is on so I assume that Stephanie is home already. Walking into the living room I see that Stephanie and Louis are all snuggled up on the couch, watching some talk show, laughing.

"Hey." I say, walking in a little more and sitting on the recliner's armrest. Steph looks up and smiles and hops from Louis' embrace and rushes over and hugs me, she's already in her pajama's it seems, sweatpants and an old OSU sweatshirt.

"Ali! Hi!" She says and holds me at arms length, examining me. I smile, letting her know I'm okay, which makes her smile even more.

"Hey Allison." Louis says from the couch, tilting his head back and smiling, "Did Harry just drop you off?" His hair is all over the place, probably because they were messing around earlier, and he's also in sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

I blush just at the mention of his name, "Yeah, he just pulled away."

Steph winks at me, "Me and Louis were just watching TV, do you wanna join us?"

I shake my head, "No, I have to get ready for work, ugh." I groan tilting my head back in disgust, "I'm gonna get dressed."

I walk out of the room and start walking up the stairs and into my bedroom. Footsteps follow behind me and I automatically know whose they are. I open my door and I leave it open so Stephanie can walk in after me. She shuts it behind her and crosses her arms at her chest.

"What?" I ask, turning around and getting into my closet.

"What?" She mocks me, "Uhm hello, you just stayed the night with Harry, for what, the second time? And you just walk in like nothing happened."

"Well, what do you want me to say?" I ask, taking off my shirt and flinging it on the floor and putting on my collared blue shirt.

"Something! How was it? Did you sleep in the same bed? What did you guys do? Did you guys have sex again?" She asks bluntly.

"Steph!" I say, annoyed already by all of her questions, "What's with all the questions?"

"Because I just want to know, I want to know that you're okay and you're happy." She says and frowns a little.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I ask her, taking off my yoga pants and walking over to my dresser for some khaki's.

"I don't know, it's just.. He gives me some weird vibe that I don't like." She says and bites her lip.

"Like what?" I ask, interested now.

"I don't know, you're just so sweet and you've only had one boyfriend." She explains, plopping down on my bed, "I just don't want him to take advantage of you."

Oh, if you only knew, "Steph, I promise you he won't. He's not even my boyfriend, he doesn't.." I try to think of a good explanation, "He doesn't like titles."

"What? That's stupid." She says, her face scrunched, "Well, if he doesn't do the whole 'relationship' thing why are you still trying?"

I roll my eyes at her, "Because, maybe he'll change. Maybe he'll want a relationship with me."

"You really like him don't you?" She asks, as I'm pulling up my pants.

"Is it that obvious?" I mutter, buttoning the top button and straightening up so I can look at my outfit in my mirror.