Colorful || Niam AU

I Wish

The mall is always crowded on Saturdays. I don't know why I agreed to meet Harry here. I'm going along with the flow of the gray crowd. Yep, that's right. Our world is gray, you know, until we finally find our soulmate.

The swarming gray mass mixes with another mass that is heading towards the doors. I hate crowded places, it makes me feel so claustrophobic. My shoulder bumps into someone and color explodes like fireworks across my vision. As fast as it came, it disappeared. Quickly, I look around me for anyone who might've looked like they experienced the same thing. I can't get a good look as the crowd tugs me towards the food court.

Feeling defeated, I head towards Harry who's sitting at a table, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. When he hears the chair across from him being pulled out, he looks up and immediately smiles.

"How goes it buddy?" Harry asks.

"Have I ever mention how much I hate crowds?" I mutter, tapping the table with no real purpose.

Harry smacks my hand before he responds. "What happened? You look pretty mad."

"So you know how we see color when we touch or find our soulmate?" Harry nods. "Well, that happened just a second ago but the crowd pulled me away before I could get a better look."

Harry's jaw drops, leaving whatever he was eating open for all the world to see. I grimaced and closed his mouth with my hand. He stares at me before looking around him. His eyes rake over the crowd and stop on someone. He points to her and says, "What if it's her?"

The girl has long wavy hair that falls mid back. The thing is, I don't feel anything when I look at her. Are you supposed to feel something? The society doesn't go into much detail about what happens when you find your soulmate, just that there's colors. Let me tell you, they had a rough time explaining it to a bunch of people who had no idea what those look like.

Describing color is like describing a smell or taste. For example, try to describe how an orange taste without saying an orange. Could you do it? Okay, it tastes like citrus, well, what does citrus taste like? Or maybe try to describe how a fire smells to someone who has never been around one? How about now?

Harry snaps his fingers in front of my face. I shake my head like I'm shaking away the thought.

"Sorry. I don't think it's her. Don't feel anything," I say. Harry frowns and searches the crowd again. "Harry, she was heading towards the exit."

"Doesn't mean they didn't turn back around. How do you know it's a she in the first place?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you're one of those people who get matched with someone with the same sex."

"I'm not attracted to guys," I reply simply.

Harry slams a hand down on the table and yells "You've never been attracted to anyone! You are only attracted to your soulmate!"

We got a few weird glances from the people passing by us. Harry didn't seem to care or notice as he stared at me, waiting for my reply.

"Let the whole world know, why don't ya?" I say, not letting him have the satisfaction that he's right. He must've known what I was thinking because he leans back in his chair with a proud smile.

"We have got to find this mystery person. They are not allowed to get away this easy. Do you think security would let us see the cameras?" Harry asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Probably not. Aren't they off limits?" I reply. Harry shrugs and picks at his fries he was eating.

He flings one on my direction before saying, "This is a special case. Maybe they'll make an exception."