Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

26

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! TURN IT UP!!!

The POV switches overlap a little so just keep that in mind.

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H a r r y

The glass feels cool against my lips. I much prefer Vodka straight from the bottle but Eleanor and Lou have teamed up against me and kindly informed me that drinking from a bottle isn't socially acceptable. If it wasn't her stupid birthday bash, I wouldn't give a shit.

The things I do for my mate.

She's supposed to be here tonight. I know because Eleanor told me she was invited. How she knows her, I don't even want to ask.

It might hurt me.

My eyes scan the crowd for the millionth time. It's useless though. I'd know if she's here. She'd stand out in front of all these pathetic girls.

"Mate, slow down. That's like your third glass." A heavy hand slaps down on my shoulder and I glare at the abuser. Louis stands there with a cheeky grin. Sometimes I hate how happy he is. It's vile.

I make it a point to obnoxiously take another sip. "We both know I don't get drunk easily."

"Then why drink at all?" he snarkily replies.

I inhale the acidic smell of the drink before downing it in one sip. "Because it helps numb me."

I don't bother looking at his sympathetic face. They stopped being so effective after the first year. Now they annoy the hell out of me.

He clamps down on my shoulder again and I'm about to push his arm away when I feel it.

You know, the skin prickling sensation whenever she's near? The one where even I can't stay calm and composed? My palms sweat and suddenly I'm all flustered.

My eyes drift to the entrance of the backyard, where the party's being held.

Right away, I'm in awe.

She's standing there and all I can focus on is her. She looks nervous but in such a subtle way that no one would notice. I know her well enough though, so I notice.

I'll always notice her.

She's wearing a professional dress that shows she's here for business, not pleasure. It's a cream color that practically melts into her skin. It's something a secretary would wear in the office of a high ranking company.

She looks unbelievably sexy and I can't stop picturing her bent over a desk-

I clear my head of the dirty thoughts before I get a hard on. My eyes follow her as she wanders into the crowd.

Immediately, I'm transfixed. She walks around the area like she owns the place. Her smile is everything charming. Her eyes light up as she tilts her head back in laughter. She manages to charm the room without even lifting an arm.

As tranced as I am, I'm also shocked as I stare. The girl in front of me isn't the same one I left four years ago at her college campus. Not in the least.

For starters, her hair is grown out. It has the LA touch to it, but that was practically unavoidable. It sits in loose curls down her waist. She's also prettier, if that's even possible. Her face has matured. Even beneath the light makeup, I can tell she's just as naturally pretty as the eighteen-year-old sitting in her mum's house.

But there's something else about her. A sense of radiance follows her as she makes her way around the party.

She's beautiful.