Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

5

Harry's P.O.V

I spent weeks trying to find her. It's so damn hard. I'm even thinking about her as I walk back to my hotel, eating this ice cream. 

I looked insane telling my private investigators that I need them to find a girl with brown hair and green eyes. Maybe I am crazy.

As I'm beating myself up, it hits me like a bus.

That girl from the ice cream shop looked familiar. She was at the same concert, near, if not next to the girl, my soulmate...

And she was ordering two ice creams.

The chances are slim, but she could be there.

I turn back and run as fast as I can. My grip tightens on my ice cream cup. 

Once I go back to the store, I see the girl at the window. I don't dare to go inside, because my heart wouldn't be able to handle it. I definitely wasn't expecting to see her tonight. 

I stare, looking to see if she's there. All I see is a back towards me. The girl definitely has brown hair.

She laughs and tucks her hair behind her ear. For a slight moment, she turns her face towards me and I see her. 

She's beautiful. 

Even more beautiful than I remember. 

My heart is racing.

I duck behind the building as I try to calm down.

Why hasn't she tried to find me? I'm easier to find than she is. Surely, she would have wanted to... right?

I can't rest until I find out more about this girl.

When she, and presumably her sister, walk out, I manage to trail a good twenty feet behind them. I don't want to scare them, thinking I'm a stalker. 

I also don't want to be pepper-sprayed.

Once they stop at a doorstep, I watch in awe as my soul fumbles with her keys. She is so beautiful. Clumsy, but beautiful. 

Her sister teases her about being a klutz, and she laughs it off. 

My ears ring with her giggles. My knees go weak, and I lean against the neighbor's fence. 

By the time I peak at them again, they're inside.

My soul, she's indescribable. 

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I make my way back to my hotel. 

I didn't realize how stalkerish I seemed until it was the next day and I had the urge to go back.

And I do.

This time, I wear a full disguise. When I nonchalantly walk past her house, I see a shiny red car sitting in the driveway.

I keep my distance but watch like a hawk.

She walks out of the door and my breath hitches in my throat. 

When happens next fills me with rage, jealousy even. A dude steps out of the car, opens the door for her, and slaps her ass as she gets in. She giggles as he shuts the door.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath. 

I've never been one to be jealous. In fact, all the relationships I've been in ended because of me. I've just never felt that connection to anyone. I've never felt that longing before. 

She's different though.

And she's taken by the looks of it.

I call my private driver and tell him to come as soon as possible.