The first day in New York was amazing, the colors brought back all the feelings and nostalgia. It was a great burst of colors and it overwhelmed me enough to the point where I stayed in bed the entire day and didn't open the door when the boys knocked on it. The final day was a bit better. I had an hour before having to leave and I wanted to enjoy it, I wanted to feel all the feelings that I felt as I did here 5 months ago with the baby blue as we walked the city and desired more then just colors. I drank from my coffee as I picked up some books from that familiar book store. I froze on my feet when I heard the familiar laugh and my body went numb. We made eye contact when we both picked up the same book and there was a beautiful burst of colors. "Babe look" the familiar blonde said pulling her away quickly and suddenly and it was my chance to run out of the store. I blended in with the crowd quickly and found the boys before jumping into that truck quickly. "Why didn't you talk to her?" James asked, "she was a beautiful blue, a beautiful blue without me" I mumbled and he rubbed my arm gently. I took my notebook and wrote down what I felt, "if by chance it doesn't work out with her, you'll always have a chance with me in my world", "is it so wrong of me to hope she breaks your heart". The rest of my blue left when I saw how much a beautiful blue she was. So maybe it was my turn to move on.
Billies Pov
"I saw her" I finally let out and Olivia looked around quickly. "We have to find her" she said taking my hand and rushing me out of that store but we were quickly stormed with fans and it was incredibly hard to find her. My beautiful beautiful blue I never stopped looking for was in front of me and all I wanted to do was turn back time to just hold her hand. She was different and so beautiful, her beautiful yellow was dimmed and her eyes were full of grey. I come back to this place every chance I have to look for her but I never do. Until now. But like that she left like the wind and maybe she was an image of my imagination like she was so many times before. Maybe our colors weren't meant to collide.
Maybe happy ever afters don't exist after all.
Well not between her and I.
I wish we would've talked about her stupid beautiful color theory.
Don't waste time. Tell them you love them.
The end.
Jk.
Unless?
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The Color Blue
FanfictionI like to believe that the stars aligned when we loved each other because she was red, I was grey and our love was the color blue.
