Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 1- Perfect

POV Auden

I walk briskly down the crowded streets of Miami, the hot sun beating down on my already burned skin. It's early July, and so far has been the best summer ever.

My best friend Emerson and I went into this summer knowing we were going to make it the most memorable, most epic summer of our lives. We created a bucket list of things we wanted to do before summer is over especially before our senior year of high school.

It's a slightly competitive point system, but so incredibly fun. Our list includes things like Kiss a stranger for 5 points. Or Go skinny dipping in the ocean for 10 points. And by the end of summer, whoever has the most points wins.

So far the highlights have been sneaking into a 21 and up club, attending a few beach parties, and going night surfing. We've both been pretty steady coming in at a whopping 25 points each.

It's Emerson's birthday next week and I want to get her an extra special present for an "extra special" summer. So I decided, I'm finally going to suck it up and buy her the stupid One Direction concert tickets she's been begging for.

Emerson is OBSESSED with boy bands and especially One Direction. I personally am not really into boy bands and cheesy pop music therefore I do not understand what the fuss is all about.

But, she never got the guts to ask her parents about actually buying ticket so I figured I would just do it myself. I feel bad for Emerson. She feels like her parents are always too busy for her.

For example, when school ended for us a month ago, everyone talked about sleep away camps they were itching to arrive at, family vacations, or beach houses they were excited to go to. In Emerson's case, her parents left for their own vacation that very day. They came back from Paris two weeks later and her dad left right away for a business trip and her mom went to go visit her Aunt in Dallas.

They haven't even remotely spoken to her about her birthday or any sort of celebration. This is why I have taken it upon myself to give her the best 17th birthday ever.

A radio station in the heart of Miami is selling a few tickets for the One Direction concert later this week. Not a lot of people know about this place giving out tickets in person and not on the radio which makes it an even bigger deal to me that I'm one of the few people to know.

I turn the corner of the street and eye a small 7-Eleven. I could definitely go for a nice bag of sour patch kids, so I hurry in quickly.

I walk to the back of the store in search of the sugary candy. I scan the shelves for the fluorescent sour patch bag and spot a curly haired boy around my age in my peripheral.

He's very good looking. Brown hair, green eyes, and dimples dotting the corners of his cheeks. I don't want him to catch me staring, so I pretend to study the candy carefully.

The boy inches closer towards me before taming a knee and grabbing a pack of skittles from the lower shelf. He turns to look my way and smiles.

"You look quite focused, do you need help finding something?" he asks politely.

He has a heavy British accent that definitely catches me off guard. I turn my head slightly to meet his eyes. Ok he is definitely gorgeous.

"Just looking for sour patch kids," I say before looking back towards the shelves.

Am I blind or are they actually just not here?

Suddenly an idea pops into my head. Emerson would be so jealous if I told her I ran into a cute boy with an accent and got his phone number. AND it would definitely be worth some points.

"Here they are," offers the boy picking them off the shelf right in front of me.

Well that's embarrassing. They were in front of me the entire time.

I take them from his hand and I offer him my best flirty smile.

"Thank you."

"Pleasure." he says.

He shoots me a smile before turning around and walking back up the aisle.

"Uh... wait!" I say a little too loudly.

He stops in his tracks and turns around to face me. I walk up to him slowly and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Can I get your phone number?" I blush.

He smirks before quickly running a hand through his locks.

"Yeah."

I hand him my phone and he hands me his. My fingers shake nervously while I punch my number into his phone but I can't help the smile that creeps onto my lips. 

"Thanks," I say as we swap phones again.

"I'm Harry by the way."

"Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Auden. I've gotta run right now, but I'll text you later. Maybe we can make plans to meet up sometime soon?" 

"I'd like that." he nods.

I give him one more smile and I head up to the cash register to pay for my Sour Patch. Before I walk out the door, I turn around to look at him one last time.

His back is to me and stands with a group of four other boys chatting and laughing. 

Wow even his friends are good looking . 

I thank the cashier and rip open my bag of sour patch. As I munch and walk, I pull out my phone and text Emerson. 

HEY! Just got a cute foreign boys number and made plans to hang out soon. 5 points for me :)

I walk a few more blocks before swinging open the door to the radio shack. I walk straight to the customer window.

"Hi, I called earlier about the One Direction tickets. I spoke to Maxwell."

The woman behind the desk looks at me with a surprised expression before her lips curl into a tight, forced smile.

"I'll go get him. Stay here, honey."

I nod as she gets up and walks into a back room. I shove my hand into my jean short pocket and pat the wad of cash I brought.

A few seconds later, a babbling Maxwell walks in looking stressed as ever.

"I heard you the first time! But you said they would come on the show TODAY! I advertised it and everything... No I can't just reschedule... Why can't you just reschedule... Oh c'mon Paul work with me a little here... Fine, call me back."

He slaps his phone shut and runs his fingers through his bleach blonde hair.

"Sorry about that. I'm Maxwell. You came in at a good time. I only have one pair left," he rants sifting through a bunch of folders and papers on the messy desk.

He places two rectangular tickets in front of me. Row 1 Seat 7; Row 1 Seat 8.

My heart falls to my stomach. Oh my god. Am I really snagging front row tickets right now?

"Sorry kid. The only thing I got left are the expensive ones. $450 is my final and only offer."

I pull out the wad of cash from my pocket and count the bills quickly before placing $900 on the counter.

"Thank you so much," I beam grabbing the paper tickets.

He looks shocked but smiles at me anyways. As I walk out I hear him mumble to the receptionist, "These Miami nepo babies are crazy... paying almost a grand for boy band tickets?"

I roll my eyes, scoffing to myself. Dude trust me I'm not voluntarily choosing this, I'm just a good friend. And I'm not a fucking nepo baby. 

The door jingles on my way out and I look down at the paper tickets in my hand. It doesn't matter what that douche thinks, I just got front row tickets to One Direction and a hot new boy to go out with.

This summer really is epic.