Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 12- Golden

POV Harry

"Harry! WAKE UP!" a voice booms.

I open my eyes and before I can react Louis and Zayn burst through the door spraying me with Nerf water guns. The cold water hits my skin and I throw my arms in front of my face for any sort of protection.

The boys laugh and high five each other. Auden wakes up beside me and looks just as confused as I am. Her bedside clock reads 7:34.

"You better wash up, we're leaving in a little while." Zayn says.

"Alright, we're up. We're up." I groan.

"Did you boys sleep alright last night?" Auden asks.

"Definitely! Me and Liam slept in that bedroom down the hall and Zayn and Niall slept in the other spare room. I think Emerson slept on the couch downstairs." Louis babbles.

"Good to hear. I think we're gonna shower and then I can think about food."

"Good Niall's starving." Zayn exclaims.

"Ooo! Showering together, are we?" Louis smirks raising an eyebrow.

Oh my god.

"You know what she meant Lou! Both of you out!" I yell.

The boys laugh and and rush out of the room.

"You can shower first. I'll get everyone's breakfast orders." Auden says crawling out of bed.

"What do you like from Starbucks?" she asks.

"Ummm. Hot coffee and any sort of baked good will do. I'm not picky." I answer.

She nods and scribbles it down on a scrap piece of paper.

"There's a bunch of fresh towels on the rack. Don't take forever." she smiles before walking out of the room.

I smile like an idiot and walk into her bathroom and turn on the water. 

POV Auden

I walk briskly out of Starbucks with a bag full of everybody's orders. I feel slightly uncomfortable walking down the streets of Miami in my pj shorts, oversized t-shirt, and slippers.

I take the elevator upstairs and turn the key to my room. The boys, minus Harry, are outside on the balcony with Emerson, who's more than enjoying their company.

I slide open the door and place the bag on the table, "Dig in."

Niall reaches into the bag first pulling out three blueberry scones and stuffing his face excitedly.

I take my iced coffee and Harry's hot coffee upstairs to my room. I leave his on the dresser as I walk frantically through my room trying to pack.

I find my most spacious duffle bag and throw in my favorite tops, shorts, and ripped jeans. I throw in as many clean t shirts as I can find and a few pairs of cute sandals and wedges.

This is nuts. Absolutely nuts. 

I'm about to tour the world with the most popular boy band and I'm casually packing a single duffle bag.

I hear the shower turn off and I quickly ran sack my makeup table for my most essential makeup items along with a curling iron and flat iron. I zip it up quickly.

Harry walks cooly out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair in a wet mop on his head. It's definitely a weird look- but he manages to kill it.