Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 11- Summer Love

POV Auden

"Shhhh!" I hush Harry as we creep down my tight winding staircase.

Harry woke up twenty minutes ago causing me to wake up and we both decided we were wide awake and ready for adventure. However, his clever idea of quietly sneaking out isn't going well for him.

He sounds like Ronald McDonald as he clonks down my stairs and I swear I've never heard these stairs creek until tonight. We pass Emerson who is snoring softly on the couch and I grab the first pair of sneakers in sight.

Without a word Harry and I are standing in brightly lit hallway in contrast to the darkness of mu apartment. It's nearly 1:30 in the morning.

We step into the elevator and I look down at my dirty white converse. They look so out of place with my fuzzy pj shorts and over sized sweatshirt.

I sneak a look at Harry as we ride the elevator to the lobby and he is grinning like a child on Christmas. Sure he's handsome but right now he looks so incredibly... happy. If he could get any more beautiful, he just did.

"So, where are we off to?" he asks as we leave the building.

"One of my favorite places."

"Oh no... you aren't dragging me to some art museum, right?" he whines.

"No silly." I roll my eyes. "They are all closed. I'm taking you somewhere you can appreciate art without looking through a glass."

"Alright, alright."

We walk along the dimly lit sidewalk towards one of my favorite places. The beach.

The beach is a zen place for me. If I don't have the motivation to paint, the beach is my go to. It's beautiful, full of happiness, nature, and one of the most blissful atmospheres I've ever been in.

If it was daytime I'd probably take him surfing. I love surfing. It helps me clear my head and is altogether so much fun. But we don't have that time and at this time of night, the water is black and not nearly as inviting as it would be if it were daytime.

The closest strip of beach to my house comes into view. We step into the sand and a cool breeze passes through us.

I sneak another glance at Harry. His eyes are closed as he walks but he has a tight closed lip smile across his face.

"Well, here we are." I say pretending as if I had no idea his eyes were closed.

"Do you come here often during these hours?"

"Hmm... depends I guess."

"On?" he prompts.

"My mood, my day, my purpose."

"Alright. Say you had a shitty day and now you can't sleep. The door to your art room is locked, your massive kitchen is lacking the snacks you were craving and.... You failed your maths exam. What would you do?" he smiles.

I laugh at his little scenario he just conjured up but answer his question anyway.

"I would probably come to the beach and bring my notebook and a few pencils and relax on the lifeguard chair. I'd..." I stop myself.

"Go on? You'd what?" he raises his eyebrows.

He's so... interested? So interested and invested in whatever I'm about to say but I can't figure out why.

"Promise you won't laugh?" I ask shyly.

He nods and sticks out his pinky towards mine. I smile extending my own pinkie to meet his.