Dominant 2 (Harry Styles)

Chapter 19

Allison's P.O.V

I pull at the sleeves of my jacket as I walk into the lobby of the hotel Harry is staying at. It's The Hilton, and it's right across the street from my favorite mall I used to go to like everyday. I would never buy anything...me and my friends just walked around mostly. I smile to myself and the thoughts disappear from my head. I pull my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and read Harry's text message again. He's staying in Suite 1009.

I walk over to the elevator and press the button that goes up. My heart is beating faster as the floors of the elevator rise up to Harry's. We haven't spoken, only when he texted me the address and room number of where he is staying at. I reach the floor and the elevator doors open up, I walk out and search for Harry's room.

Once I find his room I pause outside of his door, unzipping my jacket and pulling at the stockings on my legs. I fix my skirt and then take a semi deep breath in. I knock on his door three times, just lightly enough, and I bring my arm back down to my side. And I wait.

I hear movement from behind the door, and within seconds Harry is opening the door and standing right in front of me.

Why does he take my breath away every time I look at him?

He looks up at me, black t-shirt in his hands, him shirtless, and he kind of gives me a once over wit his eyes. And I do the same. This man is seriously perfect, he's so good looking I want to die. I feel like he could have anyone, a perfect 10 model or something, but yet he wants me. Allison Carter from Ohio. I don't understand.

"Hey." He says casually, pulling the black t-shirt over his head. I watch as his stomach muscles pull and move with every move he makes, and I have to bite my lip and try not to think about anything other than why I'm here.

"Hi." I say, my voice a little groggy, so I clear my throat, "Hey."

"Come in." He says, moving inside of his room and allowing me to follow him.

His room is plain, and white. Everything perfect and just like he's never touched it. The bed is made, and the TV is on, playing some sort of infomercial station trying to sell a "Nutribullet" or something. I walk into his room, arms folded at my chest and eyes cast down to my Sperry's, and I just stand there.

It's not awkward, and it's not like we're mad at each other, well, I'm not mad at him, but something in the air between us is tense. I look up and watch the TV for a second before turning my attention towards Harry. He's already looking at me, and when we meet eyes he turns his head and looks at his Macbook on the desk by the window. He closes the screen, and he looks to me again.

It's silent between us, just the two of us staring at each other. I'm trying to think of the million possible things I can say to him right now, but I don't know what I should say. Should I apologize for sleeping on the couch with Zayn? He's my best friend though, and Harry wasn't there for me! Or should I apologize for telling him that I love him? But, why should I be sorry for my feelings? It's not something that I can take back either...not that I ever would.... Well, here goes nothing.

"Harry look, I'm sorry-"

"I love you."

My voice is no longer working, and me eyes grow wide as I stare at Harry. He's looking the exact same, his eyes wide and his mouth gaped open a little bit. My heart starts beating a million miles per second as I try to catch my breath.

Did Harry just.. Did he just say that?

I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to grasp onto what he just said. I open my eyes and he's still staring at me with that same deer in the headlights look. He steps closer to me, but just two step and his hands are held out a little bit.