Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 37- Right Now

POV Auden

I walk downstairs and flip the pink and white sign in the window to OPEN. I have a long day ahead of me with a fresh hangover in my way.

Last night, I went clubbing with Emerson to celebrate an order I have due for pickup for next Monday. A painting for $10,000 for any big artist is no big deal, but for me? It means the world.

For starters, I am a small artist. I sell paintings that most commonly range from $175-225. So a $10,000 project with little time is going to need serious inspiration and focus.

I take the order sheet to my studio and read over the request. A rooftop city sunset. Bright sunset with a lively atmosphere. In caps, I have scribbled down: Focal points = city lights. 

I sigh thinking back to the first image that pops into my head. Last summer. 

Of course I have plenty of pictures like that from Atlanta, Charleston, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City...

On one hand, do I really want to put myself through looking at those pictures and reliving that time of my life? But on the other $10,000.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll to last summers pictures. I do my best to ignore the tempting videos and selfies on tour and instead focus on my photography.

My thumb lands on the rooftop date in Charleston. That was probably the best date of my entire life. T

he conversation, the location, the ambiance. Perfect doesn't even begin to define the night.

The picture is just as I remember it. Black rooftops surrounding us, glistening city lights, smudges of pink decorating the blues, yellows, and oranges enriched in the sky.

I can practically feel the light breeze graze my shoulders causing me to shiver and snap me out of my day dream. I send the picture to my printer to blow up the photo.

As I wait for it to be printed, I quickly wash up and change into leggings and a soft t shirt. I head back into my secluded studio and start to sketch my project on the large canvas.

Per usual, I get lost in my drawing and my thoughts are all over the place.

I think of my brother in Malibu and wonder how he is doing. We talk a few times a week at most.

He's mostly busy with preparing for his last year in college and applying to law schools. He tells me he wants to go to Pepperdine.

Next, my mind wanders to Emerson, who in a month is going to be at University of Miami. It won't be like high school where we will see each other every day, shop, and party on the weekends. She's eighteen and will have new friends and new adventures that I'm scared I won't be part of.

My brush touches the coral pink and I freeze. I stare at the blown up photo in front of  me.

My thoughts finally avert to the boy who shared this beautiful night with me. I take a deep breathe, close my eyes, and fully immerse myself in the painting.

I imagine myself back at the table overlooking the beautiful city when I didn't have a care in the world. The curly headed boy sitting in front of me watching my eyes as I took in my surroundings.

That was the night he asked me to draw him. I recall being so shocked at the odd request. 

My thoughts trail over to that day, sitting in the hotel, and sketching the boys face. A moment I never would have thought would be as intimate as it was. But I wouldn't of wanted it any other way.

I open my eyes and am greeting with sorry tears falling down my cheeks. The brush in my hand clatters to the floor sending echos through my dim empty studio.