Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 35- Sign of the Times

3rd Person

*1 YEAR LATER*

Auden rubs her eyes softly before climbing out of bed. It's a Saturday morning and she slept in late. The clock on her wall reads 11:30. She ties her hair in a ballerina bun and slips on her brand new pink Billabong bikini. She grabs earbuds, a towel, a water bottle and shoves it quickly into her beach bag. After throwing on a white cover-up and sunglasses, she clonks down the stairs in her Jimmy Choo flip flops. A Starbucks iced coffee waits for her on the kitchen counter with a note from her mom taped to it. She smiles to herself as she takes her coffee and keys and heads out the door. A very long day awaits. First, beach until 2:00, soul cycle at 3:30, and a dinner at 5:30 with her real estate agent. She is about to close on a brand new beautiful space in Bal Harbour, a few blocks away from her mothers luxurious apartment. It's everything she's ever dreamed of and more. It's a two story shop, a perfect place for her work and a place to live. The beautiful upstairs has a small kitchen, a cozy living room set up, an office nook, a bedroom, and a room for painting. Downstairs has a gorgeous display room. Absolutely perfect. It has been officially been a year since she met the boy who shall not be named. If you were to ask Auden how she is doing, she would tell you just fine. However, she still holds on to the brokenhearted feeling of abandonment and above all, she simply feels unlovable. Auden had spent month after month trying to push the boy out of her thoughts. At first, she found herself sad and sorry. Crying herself to sleep night after night. Some nights were worse than others.. she'd deem herself unworthy of ever having the British boys' love and slice her dainty wrists to distract herself from the piercing pain eating away at her insides. Her suffering soon turned to anger. She would smash anything that reminded her of the curly headed boy or their time together. She tore apart his sweatshirts and ripped his t shirts to shreds. In the process, she broke several radios due to his band's songs being played on the radios or even worse, his aired interviews. Through this time, Auden had became a new person. All the love, pain, and feelings towards last summers romance became bottled up, thrown, and sunk somewhere deep with the intention of never being rediscovered. Her once coffee colored hair now jet black and ears lined with diamond studs. She doesn't play childish games in the pool anymore or pull silly prank her friends. That Auden is gone. However, she did in fact gain the attention of popular Miami artists who advertised her work. She did receive the credence to sell her work and realizes she can 100% make a living off her passion on her own. She did not need anyones' help or assurance. She was finally beginning to feel fee from her mind. 

Auden James has finally felt a taste of confidence.

Harry bobs his head slowly to Niall's gentle strums against his guitar and stares out the tour bus's window. It is evening time in Paris and he can't take his eyes off the golden sunset. He closes his eyes and blinks back tears as he knows who his mind was drifting to. He knows if she was with him, at this moment, she'd be snapping pictures of the sunset and scribbling down notes on what to highlight in the painting. How Harry wished Auden was laying down next to him. Her fingers intertwined with his own, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He longs for the feeling of her body close to his. He keeps his eyes shut as he pictures the strong young woman she is now. Her old brown hair now coloured black making her deep blue eyes pop. He wishes he could stare into her captivating sparkling eyes one last time. He still follows her socials, keeping up with her life. He still finds himself smiling when he sees a silly picture and her hard to forget friend appear on his feed. Besides her appearance, he knows she's changed internally as well. For one, she has launched her own website selling the most breathtaking art pieces he'd ever seen. He can't help but feel happy and proud that she's found the confidence to put herself out there so the world could see her beauty and talents. He finally opens his sad eyes to sneak a glance at his bandmate and best friend Louis, who stares aimlessly at the ceiling. Then, over to Zayn who is asleep in the back and to Liam who scrolls silently on his phone with his earbuds in. Spirits have been notably low on the bus. It started back when Harry suffered from heart break and hate comments online all at once. He would get terrible nerves before shows which got so awful he developed a habit of throwing up before and after the shows. He hated doing meet in greets in fear of fans not supporting him because of the way the media was portraying him. Cheater. Womanizer. Villain. The words were like daggers stabbing at his heart. He knew he had no true affiliation with the words since he knew the real story. But soon it became difficult to remember that due to how often he heard his name paired with the horrible accusations. He hated the boy the press was shaping him out to be and wished people would understand that not everything the media says is true. His low energy affected the other members as well. Harry was no longer the happy go lucky energetic kid from Holmes Chapel. He no longer sang with Niall on long bus rides, or played football with Louis and Liam during rehearsal breaks, or screamed at the TV when playing a competitive game of Mario Kart with Zayn. Instead, he sat alone with his thoughts and never stopped thinking about how he could make things right between him and his once girlfriend, Auden James.