Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

46

"Ellie! You didn't tell me you had company," Audrey gestures to the tall man behind me. I smile sheepishly while she winks, holding out her hand. "Hi Harry, I'm assuming you're here to help with the move?"

He nods and shakes her hand before quickly letting go. 

"Well, come on in!" She chirps, letting us inside the apartment. It's my first time seeing it in person. She showed me a couple photos on the internet, but they were more focused on the common areas. Nothing could compare to the real deal.

It's way better than I expected. The living room is pretty big with wood floors. The kitchen looks sleek and not cheesy at all, like how most traditional apartments look. It's lined with modern appliances. 

She stands outside a door and dramatically opens it to reveal my bedroom. I peek in and notice a queen-size bed. There's also a dresser and desk on opposite ends. The walls are white, giving the room a bright look. 

There are two different doors. One leads to a giant walk-in closet, while the other is an en-suite bathroom.

I silently thank Audrey's rich parents. 

"So, Harry. I'm so glad you manned up and visited our poor Ellie here. She missed you and wouldn't stop talking about you," Audrey smiles, enjoying my embarrassment.  "What a shame you can't man up in bed," she says under her breath. My eyes go wide and I hit her arm. 

"What?" Harry asks, not knowing if he heard correctly. 

"Nothing, she's kidding. How about you finish unpacking?" I hiss, glaring at her retreating figure. At the door, she smiles apologetically before closing it shut.

I doubt she's sorry.

Once she's out of the room, Harry looks over at me with dark eyes. "Have I not... satisfied you?"

I avoid his gaze. "She's crazy," I say, distracting myself with my hands. Wow, have my fingers always been this long?

He forces my head up, making me look into his eyes. "Did you not finish?"

"I did the second time!" I say defensively. 

"So not the first?" 

"No," I whisper under my breath.

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Fuck Ellie, why didn't you tell me? That was your first time!"

I shrug, not wanting to make it a big deal. It wasn't a big deal. It's not like he kept up with the trend. Besides, he couldn't do anything about it now. 

"Wait, you faked it?" 

I nod, bracing for his reaction.

He sighs for the second time. "You should have said something. Baby, I could have tried something else. You didn't have to lie."

"I-I just didn't know what I wanted," I whisper. We stand in a killer silence. "Are you mad at me?"

He looks up, bewildered. "No, I could never. I'm mad at myself for not realizing." 

"I enjoyed the second time," I quickly add, trying not to hurt him. His ego's taken a big hit and I definitely don't want to add to it. 

"You could have faked that too."

I move closer to him. "No, I didn't. Harry, it was amazing and you were amazing. It was one time, let it go." 

"Just don't lie to me again. Sex is about mutual pleasure, and it's not fair if I'm the only one getting it. Just tell me next time, okay? We can try new stuff."