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

42

When morning comes, I find myself in an amazing mood.

My socked-feet pad against the cheap carpet as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. On instinct, I head to the kitchen to brew up a pot of coffee before work today.

"Hello, sleeping beauty," Laine chirps, making me jump in my skin. "How was your night?" He peers around my shoulder as if he's waiting for someone else to materialize.

"You can stop looking, Harry didn't spend the night," I yawn, heading straight for the machine.

"Damn," he mutters under his breath.

My eyes glance at the clock and see it's nearing six a.m. This is a normal time for me to walk up, especially if I want to make it to work early, but not for Laine. Before, he used to wake up around noon, but ever since his new job he's been waking up around eight. "What're you doing up so early?"

He shrugs, shoveling a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "Couldn't sleep."

I point toward my brewing coffee and silently ask if he wants a cup. He nods gratefully and I work on making enough for the both of us. Once it's done, I take a seat across from him and slide the mug over.

"So, last night," he prompts with increased interest.

I take a long and hearty sip before looking at him. "We didn't have sex," I say flatly.

He rolls his eyes. "That's not even what I was wondering."

"Liar," I mutter under my breath.

"I heard that," he says with narrowed eyes. "But no. I was more curious as to why Harry Styles would stop at our apartment and rooftop hangout. And why you'd be holding hands with him."

Right. I forgot that Laine's been always blunt.

I wait for him to finish chewing his food before answering. "He's my soulmate."

Coffee. All over me.

The bastard took a sip of coffee before I told him and just spat it all over me! Dramatic much?

I sigh, not even reacting. It's way too early for this. I have to change anyway.

"I'm sorry... what?!"

"Laine, I love you, but you are painfully oblivious," I say in an irritated tone as I grab a napkin and wipe down our table. "This is a very, very old memory but do you remember in our freshman year of college, there was a party at your place? And I fell into the pool?"

He slowly nods, the memory coming back to him.

"Do you also remember there was someone who "helped me out of the pool"?" I use air quotes.

He nods again. A gasp leaves his lips as he understands what happened. "It was him?!"

"Yes. You saw him back then." I toss the brown wad of napkins to the edge of the table. "And... he's also the guy I cheated on you with," I add meekly. It's better to get that out of the way.

Instead of acting mad, he bursts out laughing. His fists collide with the delicate wood table, almost costing us a leg.

When his laughter subsides, he sighs and wipes a tear from his eye. "Ellie, if you had told me you cheated on me with Harry fucking Styles I wouldn't have even been mad."

"Wait," I frown, "you're not mad?"

"Hell no! Girl, I'm honored!"

Only you, Laine. Only you.

"So he's truly your soulmate? Damn," he whistles, impressed. "Wow. Fuck! My roomie's soulmates with Harry Styles."

"You can't tell anyone," I rush out. "Not until we make it public."