collision // harry styles au

chapter thirty-two

The ride from the airport to Harry's grandparents' home was half an hour of Poppy and Harry informing me of everyone. Apparently, Harry's Aunt Glenda showed up on Christmas Eve unexpectedly with her boyfriend. Glenda was awesome according to Harry, but she also made Gran crazy and did things to purposefully piss her off. Glenda was ten years younger than Anne and had been a bit of a surprise to her parents. Her personality apparently mirrored the way she was brought into this world, because she was known as the spontaneous, wild child. She partied her way through school and through uni (nearly giving Harry's grandparent's heart attacks on a regular basis at the trouble she used to get in), but she pulled her way through became a successful boutique owner in Spain.

"So, she's basically your cool aunt that you only see once a year that used to bring you cool presents when you were little and when you turned thirteen she brought you vodka instead," I concluded, glancing over at Harry with a smirk.

He laughed. "Basically."

"What's vodka?" Poppy inquired curiously from the back seat.

"Another word that goes on the 'Don't tell mummy I taught you it list'," Harry informed her. "It's a type of alcohol."

"I see," Poppy said, her attention falling back on the window and she watched as we drove further out into the country.

"So, point of the story is, she makes my mum and my gran crazy. And her boyfriend being here isn't helping because they've been dating for like a month and Gran wants to know when Glenda's gonna get married and give her some grand kids, but Glenda's just not that kinda lady and Gran doesn't understand that." Harry said.

"And that makes for lots of dinner arguments," Poppy piped in. "One time while Nana and Gran were asking Glenda about her life, she just threw mashed potatoes at them. We haven't had them since." Poppy giggled, and so did Harry. We turned onto a dirt road and I could see a house at the end of the long, gravel drive way. The house was massive and I felt my eyes grow large at the size of Harry's childhood home.

Harry must've noticed my intimidated expression because his hand caught mine over the center console and he gave me a reassuring grin.

"Babe, they've been begging to meet you. Stop worrying, they're all gonna love you." he assured, reaching over the console to kiss my nose. Poppy made a gagging noise and demanded to be let out of her car seat. We laughed and Harry rounded the car to get my bags while I unstrapped the wiggling three-year old.

Harry carried my bags while I carried Poppy and I forced him to lead the way. "Harry I am not going first. You go and I'll follow," I told him sternly.

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. "You always have to get your way, hm?"

"Of course I do," I said as he began walking ahead. Poppy wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. "You think they'll like me, Poppy?" I asked the little girl. If anyone was to give me an honest answer it would be a child who hadn't quite learned to have a filter.

Poppy smiled. "Jenny, they'll love you!" She smacked a slightly slobbery kiss on my cheek.

"I sure hope so," I muttered under my breath as I watched Harry open the door. I took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway. I could hear voices, though they didn't sound like they were inside so I assumed they were on the back porch. I was thankful for this since it gave me a few more seconds to prepare.

Harry set my bags on the ground and his head swiveled back and forth as he searched for a family member. "Gran? Granddad? Hellooo?" he called.

I could hear a door open somewhere in the house and quick little steps sounded through the halls. "Harry? Is that you?" A short, gray-haired woman rounded the corner and gave a tight smile as her eyes flickered back and forth between Poppy and Harry.