Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17

Harry's P.O.V

Ohio is.....different then Manchester. Very different. It's a lot colder here...and I haven't the clue why that is. It's very flat here, not a lot of tall buildings along the streets like back home. Instead it's just fields and fields of trees and land and dead crops that have taken the winters weather. The highways don't seem that long, but when you go along the side streets it seems it just goes on and on and on. I can see why Allison wanted to move away to England, she wanted to experience life and see what the world has to offer besides this small State she lives in. Other than Niall that is...that prick.

It doesn't take long at all to get to Allison's house once I've gotten my rental car from the airport. I pull up to her home and I instantly get nervous....I hate the feeling and wish that I never met Allison because then I wouldn't have ever felt this feeling. But then again, I kind of like, it's new and somewhat exciting at the same time. God, this girl makes me crazy.

There's a couple cars in the driveway so I assume she must be home, it's only 9 in the evening. I haven't talked to her the past couple days, I know she must be dying to hear from me. But, after the rude way I left her hanging at the airport before she boarded the plane, I wanted to surprise her by showing up at her door step.

I guess I do have a romantic side after all.

I grab my luggage out of the trunk. I watch as a yellow car drives down the street and then look back up at her house. My phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I reach for it, it's my mother.

"Hello, mother." I answer, setting my suitcase down and leaning against my car.

"Happy birthday to you!" I hear a chorus of singing and I automatically groan, "Happy birthday to you!"

"Guys...." I say, sighing and hiding my face with my left hand.

My family has had this tradition ever since Gemma, Louis, and I were young. No matter what we would all get serenaded on our birthday's. No matter what time of the day, where we were at, or if we were apart, we'd either get a phone call with singing or get sung to in public. It was quite embarrassing, and I stopped participating when I was about 16.

"Happy birthday dear-"

"Harold!"

"Son!"

"My lovely boy!"

"Dick head!"

"Happy birthday to you!" They all draw out the last note and I can hear Louis snickering in the background.

"Wow," I say sarcastically, although I do crack a smile, "You guys are amazing, thank you."

"Did you really think you weren't going to get this year just cause you are out of the country?" My mum says, and I hear her shushing everyone out of the room, "Oh my sweet baby boy, I can't believe you're 26 today! And I can't even spend it with you!"

"I know mum, I'm sorry, but Allison really needs me here right now." I say, a little white lie, but she won't know the difference, "And, I have spent every birthday with you guys for the past 25 years, I think one birthday away with my girlfriend won't hurt anyone."

"I know, I know, I'm just being selfish. That's what mothers do." She sighs, "How is Allison? Is she there? Can I talk to her, maybe I can get an inside scoop on what she has planned for your birthday today!"

My eyes widened a little but I keep my cool, "She's actually in the shower as we speak, we're going out for a walk at this mansion called Stan Hywett and then going for dinner. It's supposed to be really old and neat. Should be fun."