Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 5- Night Changes

POV Auden

My phone rings and I shoot up from my bed at lightning speed. I look around trying to find my phone to silence the loud ringtone.

Emerson is calling me.

"What?" I say groggily into the phone.

"Open your door please. I have Starbucks and unless you want your iced coffee to melt, I suggest you let me in." Emerson babbles.

I hang up on her and trudge sleepily down the stairs to let her in. It is the day of the concert and it's 9:30 in the morning and Emerson is hyper, awake, and excited for tonight.

I let her in and she speeds into my kitchen talking a mile a minute about her outfit crisis she's apparently having as she sets my drink and her duffle on the counter.

"...So I think I've narrowed it down to two options. My black ripped jeans, my black Gucci belt, and my black One Direction band t-shirt which I cropped. Or my new pink halter top with the white ripped jeans. The belt will go with either I'm not concerned there but..."

Her voice trails off as she continues ranting and I stare off into space. I have been awake for less then five minutes and her energy is like way too much for me to handle this very second.

"I'm gonna shower and like wake up and then I can help you make a logical decision. Right now my brain does not have the right capacity to properly assist you." I say.

She follows me upstairs to my room and she turns on my TV as while I turn on the shower. As I wait for the water to heat up, I brush my teeth slowly.

"What are you gonna wear tonight Sunshine?" Emerson calls out.

"Honestly, haven't thought about it yet." I say back as I step into my steamy shower.

Thinking about tonight is making me sick to my stomach. I have been doing my best to avoid it and that includes my outfit plan. 

As promised, the hot water wakes me up and I finish 20 minutes later. I dry off and slip on my robe and join Emerson.

"So, I've been dying to know, how was your date the other night?" she exclaims.

A smirk crawls onto my face and I take a long sip of my coffee. The longer I take to answer Emerson, the more anxious she becomes, it's hilarious.

"It went really well. It might sound cliche, but he's very normal. He likes to eat a lot of food, he makes a lot of jokes, loves his family, he likes to play soccer- we didn't speak once about his career and I'm fine with that. I met him having no clue who he was and I kinda want to keep it that way. Right now I just know, Harry. Not Harry Styles the British boyband popstar. Just Harry. And if I'm being totally honest with you, I feel weird going tonight." I explain.

I'm telling the honest truth. Harry is gonna be totally confused if I show up front and center and his gig tonight. But at the same time, I know how important this is to Emerson.

"Oh c'mon it won't be that bad. I mean you will probably hate it because you don't like their music but think of the brightside- YOU'RE AN AMAZING FRIEND!" she gushes.

"I know right. I AM pretty amazing." I tease.

Eight hours later, Emerson and I are sat at opposite ends of my bedroom staring deeply into the mirror as we finish up our hair and makeup. Emerson decided on her black jeans and band t-shirt and I decided on a purple spaghetti strap crop top, white ripped jeans, and my new Jimmy Choo sandals.

"I think we should leave now. It stars at 7 and 5sos is opening in a half hour." I suggest.

We grab the tickets, lock up, and take the elevator downstairs. I text my mom a quick picture of Emerson and I all glammed up and ask how her trip is going.