Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 21- Moments

POV Harry

"Tonight lets get some... and live while we're young"

Cheers echo through the stadium and we all pull each other in for a group hug. This Philly concert tonight has been nothing but amazing and soon we'll arrive in New York.

"Thank you Philly!" Liam shouts before we all exit the stage.

"That couldn't have gone better." Paul says before throwing me a towel.

"I know." I breathe.

Although we're all exhausted, adrenaline is still pumping through me. We have an after concert interview with Q102 Philly and then we're off.

We all take a seat on the couch excitedly chatting about the show. We're friendly with the Q102 interviewer so we're excited to see him again.

The interview only takes about twenty five minutes and we get to talk about all fun stuff that we aren't usually asked about.

Louis goes on a long tangent about the Doncaster Rovers, Liam shares a story about a cute dog video he saw on Twitter, Niall talks about an accident he had a month ago at a golfing range, and Zayn excitedly talks about the jacket he designed and how management allowed him to wear it on stage.

Honestly, it was the most fun interview I've had in a long time and I found myself simply laughing and smiling the entire time. The interviewer even let me juggle while we were on air.

At the end, we talked about the show we just did for a bit.

"The Philly crowd is always amazing. They are always extremely enthusiastic. I think one of the worst rewarding sounds as an artist is when you're performing and the audience is screaming the lyrics word for word right back at you." I say.

"Definitely. Tonight when we sang Little Things, the entire room was lit up with waving flashlights and it was quite beautiful." Niall adds.

"Yeah, I think Payno even teared up a bit. Yeah?" Louis chuckles.

We wrap up the interview and say our goodbyes and soon enough we're back on the bus yelling and jumping.

Everyone's adrenaline is pumping in anticipation for New York. We have music blasting, an array of red bulls, and Chinese food to snack on for our two hour drive.

Even Paul is happily chatting and laughing with us not minding our volume levels. We bring out champagne to celebrate the days ahead of us.

Louis shakes the bottle excitedly before popping it. The foam spills all over him before he pours us all glasses.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Niall shouts. "To more amazing shows and a wicked New York City trip!"

We raise our glasses and sip the sparkling liquid. Auden takes her seat on the couch beside me and cuddles up to my chest.

"Tomorrow." she whispers.

A turn to meet her eyes as I cock an eyebrow. My mind is racing with ideas. Be a bit more specific Auden.

"What's tomorrow?" I whisper back.

"I mean tomorrow I want to draw you."

A smirk forms on my lips.

"I'll clear my schedule." I say before leaning in to kiss her.

I know Auden is extremely talented. I just want her to do something a bit out of her comfort zone so she can prove it to herself.

Suddenly everyone's face is pressed against the windows and I crawl over to join them. We finally pass the Welcome to New York road sign.

We all dog pile on Niall and scream once more. Even our bus driver beeps the horn a few times to join in on our circus act.

"Tomorrow is strictly leisure. No work at all right Paul?" Liam asks.

"You have one full day. The following day is absolutely jam packed with press and your first rehearsal at MSG. The day after that is the VMAs and then it's the MSG show." Paul reminds us.

"Ok great. So lads, the first thing we're doing is M&M world. We are waking up early- I want to be the first one in front of those doors. After that one of you can take the reigns but we must start with M&M world and finish with a Broadway show." Niall rambles excitedly.

"I reckon we should visit that wax museum. I want to take a picture with the wax version of Jane Lynch." Zayn adds.

We continue to shout out plans and ideas and what we are definitely not doing and what we wouldn't mind doing the rest of the bus ride to the city.

We arrive around midnight to the Plaza Hotel and it is one of the fanciest buildings I've ever been allowed in.

Auden and I take the elevator up to our suite. She drops her duffle at the door and jumps on the king bed excitedly.

I jump on as well and sit crossed leg in front of her.

"So, what else do you wanna do tomorrow." I ask as I fiddle with the ends of her sweatpants.

"Honestly, the day your friends are planning sounds pretty cool. I think we should totally tag along with them. I think Louis even mentioned some extreme laser tag place- now that sounds insane. Oooo and we also have to go shopping at some point." she gushes.

Is it sappy if I admit I was looking for her to say she wants to spend the day with only me?

"Oh. Well, I'll do whatever you want, just know I do want to spend time with just you. You know, a strictly Harry-Auden activity." I say.

"Yeah that's fine too. I just figured you'd wanna have fun with your friends in New York. How about we split it up. From the time we wake up until 12:30 we'll spend with the boys. Then, we'll come back here, I'll draw you and we can go off and do our own thing. But I do want to see a show tomorrow night because you know I love Broadway."

"Actually, that sounds quite perfect." I grin.

The two of us change into comfy clothes and instead of going right to sleep, we take a walk around the grand hotel.

"Have you spoken to your mum much? Didn't you say she enjoys New York?" I ask.

"I wanna tell you I have, but I really haven't. She's just to busy for me right now." she sighs.

"I'm sorry." I say softly.

I'm not sure what else to say to that. I know Auden's tough, but it seems to be getting to her.

"Honestly, I wish she cared more when I ran off with you. But it's just one more thing she's swept under the rug and decided it wasn't worth her time." she continues.

"What would you of liked her to do?"

"I don't know. Ground me? Threaten she would come find me and force me on a plane home. Do I sound stupid?" she asks.

"I don't think it's stupid to want attention from your mum. You want her to see you since you don't feel that she really see you. That's incredibly valid." I nod.

"How are you so good at this?" she asks.

"Good at what?"

"Knowing exactly what to say, making me feel heard, making my feelings sound normal. How do you do it?" she gawks.

"I'm not sure. I know I care about you and want to help you sort through your feelings and make rational decisions."

"You golden boy." she chuckles.

"Careful with that!" I tease.

"But seriously, thank you for being so easy to talk to and so understanding." she smiles.

I pull her close to me for a side hug.

"Always."