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

48

I tell Danny everything, ranging from Daff's hidden identity to her and Alex's meddling.

I know it's wrong and it's not my place to tell, but who cares! It wasn't their place to play Cupid and they did. Besides, if he knew all this information, I'd want him to tell me.

And now we both know the hot gossip. We're like old lady coworkers.

Hah!

Daffodil and Alex come out much later. Danny and I exchange glances, silently snickering. When she's had enough of us, she banishes me to the conference room. Little does she know, we continue giggling over Skype.

It's just so mind-blowing, everything about it.

But soon time comes to wrap the day up. Danny and I pack our bags and head down together. I think this is the first time we've left together in a long time.

"So, any fun plans tonight?" I playfully bump my shoulder with his.

"Just me and my bed. You?"

"Me too," I yawn. Today's been draining. "Maybe I'll crack open a bottle of champagne because I wasn't fired."

"I can't believe Alex was the one to save your butt."

"I'll have to keep it in mind," I smirk. "After all, I think he owes me."

Danny laughs, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I don't know about that. Sounds like he's the one who did you a favor." I'm glad he's no longer acting like Harry's a burden on my life. For the longest time, I thought he held it against me.

"Eh," I reply. I'm still wary about the whole meddling thing but I'll have to speak to Harry about that.

We eventually part ways. For once, I brought my car because I had to drive to a million places before work and I wasn't about to do that in my heels. The drive home is peaceful enough to let my mind wander.

I can't stop thinking about Alex. He had purposefully pushed Harry's jealousy moments before he stormed up and kissed me. Would he have done that if Alex didn't push him? Would he have ever kissed me at all? The idea of it scares me, considering I was infatuated by him at that point. The only reason I was holding off was because he was with another girl at the time.

But the insecurity lingers in the back of my mind. Did he kiss me because he was simply marking his territory? Does he actually like me as such or is he just showing a big middle finger to Alex by "stealing" me away?

So many damn questions. Now I kind of wish I didn't know all this. It's a burden. I would've been totally fine not knowing that my love life was part of some elaborate scheme. 

I sigh and shake the thoughts away.

Waking through Harry's lobby is always an experience. I feel like I don't necessarily belong. I feel like everyone knows I'm not the elite, even though they're barely staring at me – I'm just paranoid.

It's only when I finally reach up to his floor do I realize I don't have a key.

"Fuck," I grumble under my breath. I knock on the door, even though I'm unsure as to whether Harry's home. If he's not, I'm not sure what I'll do.

But when the door swings open, it's not my delicious brown-haired boy.

"Zayn!" I say in surprise. My eyes quickly take in his disheveled appearance. His hair is in all kinds of direction and his clothes are slightly wrinkled. Either he's slept in his clothes or just had sex.

I hope it's the former.

"Ellie? What're you doing here?"

"I'm... hold on. What're you doing here? Where's Harry?"