Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 22- If I Could Fly

POV Auden

A loud pounding fills the room and I sit up in bed quickly. Harry opens the door and Niall stands on the other end glowing and dressed with a huge smile on his face.

"Morning Harry! Hi Auden! Did you sleep well." he asks marching into our room happily.

Harry's eyes just seem to follow the glowing Niall who's chattering nonstop about how beautiful the morning is. I glace at the clock. It's only 7:07.

"I'm gonna go shower. I won't be long." I tell the boys.

I leave Harry and Niall in the living room and take a quick hot shower. I blow dry my hair and dress in white jean skirt, a sky blue ruffle blouse, and white sandals.

I sit with Niall while Harry takes his shower.

"Zayn, Louis, and Liam are already downstairs eating breakfast. But don't worry, I'm waiting for both of you."

"Thank you, means a lot." I laugh.

We continue talking until Harry is finally ready to go. Breakfast is great. 

I took Niall's suggestion and ordered a chocolate chip waffle with whipped cream- best decision I've made so far.

Afterwards, a car takes the six of us to M&M world where Niall has been dying to go all morning. We're all around the same age, but I speak for all of us when I say we all act like five year olds.

Harry has way to much fun pulling all the levers of all the machines until he breaks one and all the M&M's spill onto the floor. We laughed nervously as the rest of the store fell silent and gives us angry glances.

We leave at 10ish and go to the Wax Museum which is also a lot of fun. Zayn gets his picture with Jane Lynch and Louis and Liam happily took pictures with the wax versions of famous soccer players that I don't even know the names of.

As requested, at 12:30 Harry and I split from the rest of the boys and promised to meet up at later for dinner and then a show. We are seeing Billy Elliot later on and I am SO excited!

We unfortunately run into some paparazzi before we enter the hotel, but we're safe as soon as we reach the lobby. We enter the room and Harry is smiling ear to ear. 

For some reason he's really looking forward to be sitting like a statue for however long this is going to take.

"Ok Curly, sit on that chair while I get my stuff."

"That's Mr. Curly to you Auden James!" he shouts back before leaping into the chair.

Even though I roll my eyes, I'm still smiling. I change into sweats and a t shirt, grab my sketch pad, lucky pencil, and take a seat in front of him on the couch.

"Harry you're gonna be so bored." I giggle.

"No I won't!" he protests. "I'm going to be totally serious and totally focused."

I roll my eyes again, "We both know that's not true."

"Ok fair enough. Maybe not the serious part but I will focus... partially." he smirks.

I tie my hair up and pull my knees up to my chest to get in a comfortable position.

"Ok, whatever. Just look straight at me." I instruct.

Harry runs his fingers through his locks and looks at me with a crooked smile. I stare at him for a second before I decide to open the curtains behind him to get more light.

I allow myself to relax as I let my pencil take over. The point dances around my page slowly as start to slowly form the shape of his face.

"My jawline better be sharp. I want it looking better than Zayn's." he interrupts.

"Harry, your jawline will look as sharp as I want it to." I tell him.

He makes a face.

"Don't do that unless you want your features to come out disproportionate." I remind him in a sing song tone.

"I'm focused, I'm focused." he protests.

My pencil continues running around my page as I continue to sketch his face. I get so lost adjusting my lines and perfecting his features, I forget Harry is a real person. I just continue glancing at his beautiful face as I make sure I don't miss a detail.

I'm also surprised at how calm and professional Harry is. He's not fidgeting or moving he just has the sweetest smile on his face and he honestly looks like he's enjoying it.

When I'm finally done, I put my pencil down and study my work. I think it looks decent. 

I almost want to keep it for myself. The way I detailed his beautiful eyes gives me butterflies and the dimples on his cheeks makes me smile.

I feel weird showing it to Harry though. I don't want him to be underwhelmed and I worry he will pretend to like it.

"It's done, isn't it?" Harry asks.

"I guess." I admit hesitantly.

He stands up and peers over my shoulder. I hold my breathe as I feel his eyes scan the page diligently.

"This is brilliant... you are an incredible artist." he says slowly.

I glance at his eyes which are still studying the page in awe.

"Thanks." I blush shyly.

This time Harry turns to look at me in the eyes.

"Auden, seriously, you have a gift. You should be more confident." he says.

"Thank you." I smile.

He leans in and plants a kiss on my lips.