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

50

H a r r y

Things have been so hectic recently. Living with El is not what I've imagined.

Don't take me wrong, she's an amazing roommate, but I've barely seen her since she's gotten better from her illness. She's been working extra hard and I think it has to do with her boss. She also seems stressed out and I know working is her outlet, but I wish she didn't exhaust herself so much.

I, too, have been working my ass off. I skipped out on a lot when taking care of Ellie. Tom was absolutely furious – especially considering I didn't explain myself. Then again, I don't owe him shit, so whatever. He's been making me catch up on old meetings while simultaneously doing whatever's been scheduled for the current days. It's exhausting.

So our schedules don't match up. What's worse is that she's actually keeping her promise of not sleeping in the same room. It's bad enough that I don't see her during the day, but the fact that I can't hold her while we sleep sucks even more.

I know, I'm whipped.

I let out a sigh of relief as I reach my doorstep and swing open the door. My face falls a little when I don't see Ellie wrapped up on the couch watching TV. Sometimes she falls asleep and I have to carry her to her room.

And not sleep with her! Can you believe that?

In times like this, I admire my self-control.

All in all, I think it's fair. If I'm going to have my own rules about our relationship, she can too. I get it, I do. I don't want to label us and go public until she tells her mum and she doesn't want to spend the night in my bed until I label us (and after she moves out, which is irrelevant because she's never going to).

We're at a standstill but I think I can figure something out.

As I'm walking to my room to take a shower, I hear soft noises coming from across the hall. Now I'm intrigued. I put my ear to Ellie's door and turns out she's home!

But as I listen closer, I hear a mixture of pants and moans.

Okay, there are three possible options here: she's either exercising, watching porn, or having sex with someone else.

If it's the last option, I couldn't even be mad because she sounds like the most unsatisfied person ever. And trust me, I know her satisfied sounds.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I try the door handle. Unlocked! As I poke my head through the door, her head whips up and a light blush forms on her face.

Oh my god...

"Harry! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!"

"You naughty, naughty girl," I snicker as I walk toward her.

She flushes even more and averts her gaze. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Oh, but she does. I may not have seen anything but I have all the evidence. The sheets are covering her bottom half – no doubt she's naked. Her hand idles under the blanket as well. And with the moaning, it isn't hard to piece everything together.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," I say as I sit at the edge of the bed. She squirms away. I know I'm being a total asshole about this but I'm just amused is all. Why is she attempting to pleasure herself if I'm right across the hall from her? "Masturbating is completely normal."

"Harry," she groans, ducking her head.

"But you didn't really sound into it," I add.

"I... I was just stressed out and I didn't know you were home and–"