Dominant (Harry Styles)

Chapter 27

Allison's P.O.V 

It's been 15 minutes and I've finally stopped crying. The dress I wore tonight is hanging up on the closet door by a hanger. I've put on my clothes from the other night because I don't have anything else, and I'm definitely not wearing clothes that Harry bought me. It's only midnight, but it feels much later, I'm tired. Maybe it's because I've been crying. I don't know. 

I check my purse and make sure I have everything with me. I am not staying here tonight. I don't understand why Harry is so angry at me, and why he yelled at me like that. Whenever he wants to be civil and act like a regular person again, I'll be at home. 

I doubt Daron wants to drive me all the way back home at this time, so I'm gonna call a cab. 

I reach for my phone on the bed and press the lock key, but nothing happens. I press it again and the screen remains black. 

"Shoot." I mutter, trying again and again. 

My phone died. 

Well, there goes calling on my phone. I wonder if Harry has a house phone, I haven't seen one laying around, but you never know. I push my bag's strap up on my shoulder and stuff my phone in it. I walk out of the room and close the door behind me, trying not to make a sound. 

Once out of my room I walk to the living room. I set my purse on the couch and look around. There are no phone jacks around the walls and none on the coffee table and end tables by the couches. I stop and stand in the middle of the room and think of places people have phones. My house always had on in the dining room on the computer stand, and then one hanging in the wall in the kitchen. 

Kitchen. 

I walk somewhat quietly into the kitchen and look around. There is only one wall, because the rest is open that looks onto the living room. But of course, no phone. I groan and lean agasint the counter. My back hits something and it makes a loud clank agasint the marble top of the counter. 

"Crap!" I hiss and turn quickly to see what fell over, which is a glass cup filled with water, I think. 

In a house as fancy as this, who would just leave this out on the counter? 

I look around and find some paper towels. I grab about 4 and dab up the water that I spilled so graciously. 

"What happened?" A voice startles me making me squeal and jump around, dropping the soaking wet paper towels on the floor. 

It's Harry. 

I catch my breath from being scared and bend down to pick up the paper towels, I walk over to the trash can and throw them away, and Harry walks more into the kitchen. 

"I was trying to find your house phone." I tell him, grabbing one more paper towel just to be sure the counter top is dry. 

"I don't have one," He says, I can feel him watching me, but I continue to wipe at the counter, that is probably more than dry right now. 

"Well obviously." I say, turning back around so I can see him and crumbling up the paper towel in my hand. 

He sighs, "Why were you looking for a phone?" 

"My phone's battery is all out, so I needed to use another one. I didn't want to bother you, so I was checking for a house phone." I tell him walking just inches in front of him to throw the paper towel away and then walking passed him into the living room again. I hear his footsteps following behind me. 

I grab my purse and slide it up my shoulder again and I turn around and look at him. He's looking down at me, a frown appearing on his face. 

"May I use your phone?" I ask him, my hand on one hip and my other holding the strap of my purse. He furrowed his eyebrows and his mouth went in a flat line as he looked at me.