Dominant (Harry Styles)

Chapter 26

Allison's P.O.V

"So, Allison, where are you from?" She asks me with a sweet smile. I cover my mouth with fingertips and swallow my food. She leans her elbows up on the table and has her hands placed under her chin.

"I'm from Doylestown, Ohio, back in the States." I answer, looking to from her to her husband, they both nod their heads.

"Ohio, I've never heard of it." Mr. Styles says, I can't help but laugh.

"It's not a very, popular State, nothing is there besides corn, cows, and Cedar Point." I smile at him, he smiles back, "Where I live it's all country, nothing but barns, land, and farm animals."

"Sounds peaceful." Anne smiles, picking her fork at her plate, I tilt my head back an forth quickly.

"Well, it gets very boring. And it's quite a drive to places, like the mall and restaurants. It wasn't very exciting growing up."

"Oh, I'm sure you made the best of it though, right?" Anne smiles.

"I'd love to own a barn." Louis remarks, "To raise animals and what not."

"It was fun, playing and watching the animals," I say, taking a bite of mashed potatoes, "I delivered a baby sheep once."

"Seriously?" Louis asks, I nod my head.

"No kidding!" Mr. Styles remarks. I giggle.

"Yup, I was about...15 I think." I say, remembering how disgusting it was, "That's a memory I'll never be able to forget."

Everyone around the table laughs.

Except Harry.

I look over to him, and he's staring down at his lab, typing away on his iPhone. I want to roll my eyes, but I just breathe and smile back up at everyone.

"So do you have any family over here?" Anne asks, peeking up from her food, I shake my head, sadly.

"No, I just live here with my friend. I left my dad and my brother back home."

"You're mum?" She asks, I bite my lip and shake my head.

"She died when I was about 6 years old, so it's just my dad and my brother." My sentence makes Harry looks up from his phone and look at me, but only for a couple seconds before looking back down at his phone. Anne covers her mouth.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." She frowns, I smile a sad smile.

"It's okay. I've got my dad." I look down at my food and take a bit of turkey.

Robert clears his throat, "So, what type of work do you do?"

"Oh, I work at Manchester's Daily Beacon, I'm an assistant there, and I work at a bookstore across from my apartment." I explain, he nods his head.

"Is it nice there? I've heard awful stories." Anne scoffs, "That Nancy woman is something else."

"Tell me about it," I groan, "I mean, I can't complain, it's a job. But I'd love to work somewhere better."

"Well," Robert leans forward, resting on his elbows, "I do have an opening at my company for a receptionist, if you'd like to apply."

Before I can answer Harry coughs.

I look over to him and he's looking at his father, "Dad, you own an electric company, she doesn't know anything about that."

I don't know why that makes me mad when he says that, but it does.

"Harry, it's a receptionists." Robert says stupidly to his son, "All she'd be doing is sitting in the lobby, taking clients names down and answering the phone, doing the schedule, that kind of stuff."