Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

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Harry's P.O.V

Everything happened so fast. The rush of color, the adrenaline, her legs.

Her. 

I had to play it cool, I was in the middle of a concert.

It was obvious the fans knew something was up. I could see all their worried faces. 

My earpiece rang, "Harry, come to the back. We'll distract them."

I quickly thank the audience for being amazing and head to the back. I look at everything in awe. I've never seen color before. I take everything in before almost colliding with my manager.

"Haz, did it happen?" he asks, knowing exactly what did. I nod, and he smiles and pulls me in for a hug. "A fan huh?"

I can barely focus on his words. My brain hasn't fully processed what just happened. My head is throbbing and I feel nauseous. I need to sit down before I faint.  

"Actually, I don't think so," I answer Tom's previous question. I steady myself on his shoulder and he leads me to a chair. I gratefully sit down and close my eyes for a minute. "She didn't seem super into it. She also bolted the moment it happened, and I don't think a fan would do that," I explain. He nods and pats me on the back. Then, panic hits me. "Holy shit mate, how am I going to find her?"

Dread filled me in its entirety. It would be nearly impossible to find her. The pit doesn't have assigned seating, and she could have been visiting from anywhere. 

He looked at reassuringly. "We'll find her. She'll probably turn up herself anyways."

I sigh, praying he's right. 

Ellie's P.O.V

Fuck me. 

Fuck. Me. 

Why did this happen to me? Of all people, Harry Fucking Styles? There's no way. Life is playing some kind of cruel joke on me. 

The bathroom door opens and I see a very worried Lily looked at me.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. Felt super sick. Might just be over-exhausted," I explain. 

She smiles and pats me on the shoulder. "It's okay! The concerts over anyways. Some emergency came up with Harry. I texted mom, she's on the way over now."

Relief washes over me. I didn't ruin my sister's night.

Then dread follows. What if the "emergency" was me? What if he was so overwhelmed that he needed to leave, just like me?"

My mom was quick to arrive, and we were driving home in no time. My extra time in the bathroom gave us an advantage. We avoided the rush out of the venue, so there was less traffic when leaving. 

Throughout the ride home, I can't help but feel sad. Even if Harry was truly my soulmate, I doubt he would want a relationship. He's famous and probably thinks I'm a crazy fan. After all, I was in the pit at his concert singing like a maniac. Celebrities often think lowly of fans. Of course, why would they want to date someone who's literally obsessed with them?

It was just now that I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone I found my soulmate. It would only lead to more questions, and I don't think anyone would actually believe me. If someone told me Justin Bieber was their soulmate, I'd call BS. 

Instead, I can appreciate the fact that I can finally see color! 

Even though it's nighttime, the brake lights are so red on the other cars. The street lamps are so tall and bright. The signals are vivid colors. The moon is huge and pasty white.

I look down at my hair. It's a beautiful brown. I always thought I had black hair. This is a fun surprise!

Then I quickly pull out my phone camera and look at my eye color. Green! They're so pretty. I feel tears pool in my eyes. I don't know why. Just the idea of being able to see color is so overwhelming. 

"What are you doing?" Lily asks, peering back at me.

"Oh, there was something in my eye. I just wanted to check what it was." I reply. She doesn't think much of it and goes back to telling my mom everything about the concert. I'm a little relieved. Maybe lying won't be that hard. 

I tune out the duo for the rest of the car ride. I just keep looking outside the window and taking in the beautiful scenery. 

I am so blessed to be able to see color. It's a beautiful experience.

~~~

Of course, Audrey wants to know whether I met my soulmate or not. She's only half-joking when she asks.  

I remind her that "Harry is only for the girls and the gays" as she said before. She laughs and playfully nudges me. 

"Why can't I know who your soulmate is?" I ask. I respect her boundaries, but I'm so curious. Now that I know my soulmate, I can't tell her who it is. What a cruel twist of fate. 

She smiles with a hint of sadness. I take this time to look at her. She has beautiful blond hair. Her eyes are a haunting blue. She's seriously stunning!  Whoever her soulmate is, is super lucky to have her. 

"I don't want you to be jealous of my soulmate," She smiles in reply. All sadness is gone from her face.

Wait until you see who mine is.

We both giggle for a solid ten minutes, as I make guesses as to who it could be. I name every celebrity I know, even the dead ones. 

I'm glad Audrey is my best friend. 

Harry's P.O.V

I stay alone in my hotel suite for a while. I don't know what to do. How am I supposed to find this mystery girl? My soulmate...

I've already tried to fill the void. Girls, alcohol, sex. Nothing is working. No one ever told me that once you've found your soulmate you actually crave them. It's like some werewolf shit. We're like linked or something. 

People are already starting to figure out that something is wrong. The girls I've been with are shocked that I can't get hard. 

It's a big shock for me too. I feel like I have this void in my chest. It's probably horniness, which would be solved with simple sex, but no, the circle of life has to be cruel. 

I begin to wonder whether she feels the same way. Does she also have this pain in her chest? Is she able to have sex with other guys?

I immediately cringe at the thought and regret thinking about it. I don't even know her, but anger fills me at the thought of her having sex with someone else. 

I don't know what to do anymore. I'm desperate to find her. 

There's no fucking way to. You would think I'd have a million ways to find a simple girl, but no. I don't even know her name! I feel so helpless. I wish I had even the smallest of clues on how to start. 

I lay down in my bed and close my eyes. At least I can dream of her.

The way her brown ponytail bounced as she ran, her short legs, her cute ass. 

My member decides to appear right then and there. For fuck's sake, now you appear?