Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 3- They Don't Know About Us

POV Auden

I push the number 18 button on the elevator just as the doors close. My phone beeps and a text from Emerson comes through.

Ooooo foreign boys! Whats his name?

I felt my cheeks go red as I type his name.

Harry :)

The doors open and I walk down the hall to my apartment. My apartment is empty. My mom is down in Austin for business and my dad won't be coming home anytime soon.

He left when I was like three. I don't remember much of him and honestly don't care to at this point. If he was even remotely interested in me, he would have reached out by now.

I turn they key of my front door and walk into the empty foyer. Most girls my age would probably want their parents around for the teenage years- but I don't really mind their absence.

Them not being as present has actually taught me many important things. I can do laundry by my self, cook my own dinners, clean up after having friends over. 

I mean, I think of myself as pretty independent.

I lock the door, throw my keys and the tickets on the counter, and run up the stairs as fast as my legs can carry me. My mom helped me turn one of our guest bedrooms into my own art studio. I have collections beyond collections of expensive paints, hundreds of canvases and drawers full of pastels.

I spend most of free time here and I love it. I play music and get lost in my drawings, paintings, and sketches. It's like my own personal safe space.

I throw on my apron, turn up my radio, and continue working on my current project. A watercolor painting of beautiful pond with different flowers surrounding it.

I fasten the strings of my apron and dip my brush into indigo. The energetic radio host's voice fills the room just as my brush hits the canvas.

"Gooooood evening Miami! I am your host Maxwell and for the next 45 minutes I will be joined with the amazingly talented One Direction!" Maxwell excitedly exclaims.

I roll my eyes. The whole freakin world is obsessed with this stupid boyband. I bet Emerson is listening to this right now in tears.

"Thanks for having us!" an Irish sounding voice says.

I'm too lazy to change the station so I continue painting and decide to stick it out until the conversation gets too cringy.

"How are you boys enjoying Miami? Have you had time to explore the city?"

"Miami's quite big. There is a lot to do but today we did have ourselves a nice beach day," a familiar British voice says.

I freeze. My brush hits the floor sending a small echo through the room.

"People here are so friendly!" another voice adds.

Maxwell's interview has my full attention at this point, screw my painting that I was going to attempt working on. My full focus is now zoned in on waiting to hear that voice again before I officially freak out and confirm it's who I think it is.

Another voice goes on recalling a memory from their last trip to Miami. I take off my apron and take a seat on the floor next to the radio.

"Harry, last you were on the show, you mentioned really liking the extensive selection of stores at the mall. Did you get the chance to go back yet?"

I can't help but wince at the question. What a dumb question and who would want to talk about malls at an interview?

I can't help but hold my breathe listening now that Maxwell said Harry. Oh my gosh PLEASE tell me this isn't happening.

"Yeah, the mall we visited last time we were in Miami was incredible. Part of it was outside and there were so many floors with so many stores and restaurants. I haven't gone yet this trip, but I would like to go before we leave."

Definite match.

Everything suddenly makes perfect sense. One Direction is preforming in two days. I ran into a British boy near the radio station. Maxwell was frantic on the phone earlier with a manager for rescheduling for later. By later he meant now.

This seriously cannot be happening. 

Right one cue my phones starts buzzing and my Avril Lavigne ringtone "What the Hell" blares out of my phone. 

It's of course Emerson.

"BRITISH BOY NAMED HARRY?! You need to describe him to me immediately!" she practically screams through the phone.

I sigh worried she's going to confirm what I kinda already know.

"Hi to you too. Curly, brunette, dimples, green blue ey-"

"OH MY GOD. Auden it really is Harry Styles FROM ONE DIRECTION. MY best friend really just unknowingly got Harry Styles- arguably the hottest teenage boy right now's phone number. Fuck 5 points. This deserves like 100." she gushes.

"Em. I had no idea. I just thought he was kinda hot-"

"NO SHIT HES HOT. You have hated on boy bands and One Direction for way to long and now your going on a date with one of them. You are CRAZY."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not one of those girls who will pass out and bow down to a guy just cuz he's in a band. I don't even like this guys music. Oh my gosh this just turned into the most stressful day ever so quickly."

"More like the craziest day of your life. Who would of ever thought you of all people would have the hots for Harry Styles!"

"Oh it just gets crazier lemme tell you." I breathe.

So much for a surprise here it comes  the voice in the back of my head says.

"Oh my god spill!" he gasps.

"I got us front row tickets to their concert in two days."