Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

Allison's P.O.V

(recap of Chapter 16)

It's really cold in here, I must have forgot to grab a blanket last night when I decided to crash on the couch.

The TV hasn't turned down since I muttered to my dad, so he must not have heard me. I groan and take a long breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for the pain I'm going to cause myself when I open up my eyes.

"Dad." I say more stern, leaning up a bit I begin to open up my eyes, "I told you turn the- Holy shit."

"Good morning, Allison."

It's not my dad who is sitting in his favorite recliner and watching the Sunday morning news. Oh no, of course it's not.

It's Harry.

It's Harry who has the TV turned up so that it's making my head hurt. And it's Harry who is staring at me coldly from the love couch facing me. It's Zayn who I look down to and realize that I was snuggled up with.

Holy shit, Harry is here.

I think I am going to be sick.

...

"Harry.." I breathe out, standing up as soon as I can and smoothing out my hair..and my outfit...did I really wear this last night?

Oh cares, back to Harry.

"What are you.. What are you doing here?" I rush out, not knowing if I should run towards him and hug him...or stand right here squirming under his intimidating gaze.

"I came to see you." He says calmly, a little too calmly for me basically being cuddled up with Zayn, and it's terrifying.

"No, I know," I stammer, tucking my wild hair behind my ear, "But.. You're here..like. In Ohio. At my house, at 7 in the morning."

"I wanted to surprise you," He says, uncrossing his long legs and sitting up and leaning his elbows against his knees, "Looks like you weren't expecting me as well."

His eyes scan over Zayn's sleeping body and I instantly grow cold all over. Zayn stirs in his sleep and rolls over to face the back of the couch. I look towards Harry again and he's still sitting there staring at Zayn, and it looks like he wants to kill him.

"Harry, it's Zayn. My best friend. Remember me talking about him? That's him! We went out last night-"

"I know who he is, and I know what you did last night, I slept here. I was up worried about you, waiting for you all night." He says, and his eyes finally meet mine.

Well....shit.

"You could have called me," I say quietly, "I would have came home as soon as your name popped up on my screen."

"But you see," He gets up from the love couch and moves his hands in front of him, "That would be pointless since I came here to surprise you, you know? I wanted you to come home, and I wanted to wake you up in your own bed. But instead, I come down here and find you cuddled up with this fucking guy-"

"Sh." I say, shushing him, "My dad and brother are upstairs sleeping."

Harry clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. He shakes his head and starts to pace back and forth in front of me and I bite down on my lip. I was not expecting us to be like this. I understand he can be a little angry with me and Zayn, but honestly. It's just Zayn.

"Do you honestly think I'm not supposed to be angry?" He asks me finally, stopping in his tracks and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well.." I say, turning the tables a bit, "What about you? You left me going on to that airplane with no response! You stared at me like I was nothing!"