Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 43- From The Dining Table

POV Auden

"He just I don't know... showed up! I was shocked, I didn't expect to see him ever again but here he is, in Miami, at my work, buying a painting, and spending way to much money! I didn't know how to form words. And then to add onto the entire thing, my dad showed up. My fucking dad. If you even want to call him that. He had the audacity to show up and try to act like we are cool. Em, it was so bad." I rant as I rush upstairs to my room.

I closed up shop as soon as Harry left and called Emerson right away.

"I'm so sorry your dad showed up... that's not fair to you. Too much emotional shit in one day."

"Yeah." I sigh.

"Did you and Harry talk at all? Or was it an awkward interaction?" Emerson asks.

Was it awkward? I mean sure I was an emotional wreck. Him...my dad, but was it really bad on my part?

"I mean... I don't think so. He was really nice, charming as always. He stood up for me in front of my dad which he didn't have to do. Then he asked if I wanted to see him while he's in Miami and-"

"OH MY GOD. And what did you say?" Emerson cuts me practically screaming.

"Um... I said yeah. But we didn't make plans or anything. I mean we aren't exactly in the best place. We haven't spoke since I went away. I ghosted him remember." I bite my lip.

"How could I forget? But Auden, do you seriously want to see him? Mentally, emotionally is that whats best for you?"

"I don't know." I admit.

He has taken absolutely forever to get over but in all honesty, I did like the version of myself when I was with him. I was carefree, spontaneous, happy...

"Maybe it won't be so terrible. I feel like after a year a should be able to sit in the same room as him and not have a breakdown or see red."

"I say do whatever the hell you want. The ball is in your court." Emerson reminds me.

"As much as I hate to say it, I do miss him. And seeing him again? So many memories came flooding back, the good ones too. I just have to keep reminding myself he fucked up and I distanced myself for a reason."

"I think you should see him." she blurts out.

"You really think so?" I ask.

"Yeah. I surprised at myself too." she laughs.

"Alright, I'll keep your opinion in mind."

"Good let me know what you decide." she says before hanging up.

I start a new text to Harry. I never thought I would ever have the guts to message him back. I glance over our last texts which yes, I never deleted.

Auden please call me.

5 minutes is all im asking and then you never have to speak with you again.

I miss you.

I'm eating vanilla ice cream right now, I really miss you.

Please let me hear your voice, please let me explain.

I bite my lip and think back to when I first received these messages. I was hopeless and broken at this point it only made me hurt more.

I go to type my message to him when suddenly his grey typing bubble appears and I freeze. A few long moments later, his text comes through.

I have a dinner at 6:30 but I will be back at the hotel around 8:30ish. Do you want to grab a drink around 9 or 10? Whatever time works for you.

Oh gosh. My thumbs cross and hover over my phone screen not knowing what to say or how to answer. I don't want to sound like I have been waiting for this my entire life or not interested at all. I need a happy medium

10 works best for me. See u then!

10 is later then 9 and honestly at this point, I need more time in the world to figure out how I am going to handle tonight. I text Emerson.

10pm at EAST hotel

I take a long hot shower and I do my best to relax myself. I throw on my robe and make myself dinner and I take my time. There more time I can waste, the more I can distract myself, the better.

After dinner, I blow out my hair and slide on a little black dress. I don't want to overdue my appearance to seem like I'm trying too hard, but I want effort to be noted.

I stick with the simple black dress and minimal make up and take a taxi to the hotel. I plan on getting a drink before seeing him to maybe ease into this conversation.

I arrive ten minutes early, and order a vodka soda from the bar. I brought my fake ID, but I end up not even needing to use it.

I text Emerson as I sip down my drink anxiously but pretty soon a text from Harry comes through.

Im sat in the way back of the bar. Right corner.

I turn around on my stool and glance in his direction. I spot a curly haired boy sitting patiently in the booth playing with his fingers.

Two drinks wait in front of him. A beer closest to him and what looks like sprite and titos in the glass across from him. I can't help but adore that he remembered my drink of choice.

"Here goes nothing." I mutter.

I get up from my stool and start the longest walk of my life towards him.