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

49

It's the next day when I finally break my fever. I'm not feeling the strongest but I'll be fine when I get some food in me.

In a hoodie and sweatpants, I tiptoe over to the kitchen. On the way, I freeze when I see Harry in the living room. He's sitting on the couch, holding his head in his hands. His hair is majorly disheveled, probably from running his fingers through it. From his posture, I can tell he's stressed.

After Alex caught him up, I wasn't sure if he came back into the room. Honestly, I slept better than the dead and nothing could wake me up.

As if he can sense me – which he probably can, all things considered – he lifts his head up. At that moment, all thoughts are washed away. He immediately stands up and steadies me.

"Hey, you should be resting."

I shake my head. "I'm fine. I think once I get some solid food in me I'll be okay."

He frantically nods when he realizes I'm hungry. We go to the kitchen, his arm secure around me at all times. After I settle down into a barstool, he turns to me. "What are you craving?"

Nothing, really. I don't think I've gained my ability to taste back. "A sandwich is fine," I decide. It's light, easy, and quick.

Shortly after, he places a plate in front of me with a gorgeous sandwich on there. He even did the thing where you put a toothpick in it so it sticks together.

"Fancy," I laugh as I pluck it out. He slides a glass of water toward me as well before leaning against the counter and watching me eat. "Okay, you don't have to watch me. I promise I'm going to eat."

"I like watching you eat. It makes me feel better."

"Fine, well at least sit so I don't feel weird." Using my toe I pull out the stool next to me. He does as I say but grabs a bag of chips so he isn't just creepily staring at me the whole time.

I try to read his emotions but he seems pretty good at hiding them. I want to know his thoughts about what Alex has told him.

When I finish up, I push the plate away from me. Before he can get up to wash it, I grab his arm and stop him. "We need to talk."

Palming his light stubble, he sighs and relaxes back into the stool. "We do."

"What're your thoughts on this?"

"I think I should be asking you." His eyes hold a hint of accusation in them. "I'm not the one who got drunk over it and then stressed myself sick."

I cup my elbow and focus on the black marble top of his kitchen island. "Well it wasn't only that, I think. I had a lot on my mind. These past few days have not been easy."

"But it did play a part," he frowns. His large hand cups my knee and I can feel his thumb circling through the fabric of my pants. "What's wrong? You got all defensive that night."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Alex told me what he had said minutes before you kissed me at the mansion."

"Okay...?"

I look him in the eyes to see whether his answer is going to be a lie. "Is that the reason you did it? Because you felt like you had some possessive hold on me?"

His eyes flash with anger but he quickly softens. "Ellie, that's ridiculous!"

"So if he didn't say that I was his, you wouldn't have kissed me?" My heart pounds as I ask.

"No."

"Oh." So my suspicions are right. He only kissed me because he was jealous. Alex was just his tipping point.