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

61

I'm miserable.

There! I said it.

After having a very scandalous hotel hookup with Harry and waking up alone, my mood balances between bitchy and tranquil. I think admitting that I'm never going to let this boy go, that I'm willing to fight for him to the depths of Earth, gives me a sense of security in life. Everything might be spinning out of control, but Harry's always going to be there for me.

But every time I'm not focused on the warmth nestled into my chest, I'm thinking about Harry and how I miss him. I just want to kiss him until we both die from oxygen deprivation. I want to tie him up in his bedroom and keep him to myself.

I want to do so much with him.

God, I love him so much.

The sound of a palm slamming against wood makes me startle. I look over at Medusa, who's the cause of the noise. Her nostrils are flared in annoyance as she sends a glare my way.

"If you sigh one more time, I'm firing you."

I make a confused face, turning to Danny. He nods, silently confirming that I have been sighing like a sad damsel.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have insisted on us working in the conference room," I pointedly say to Daffodil, narrowing my eyes at her.

"I insisted on it because you were moping. I thought Daniel would help cheer you up but now he looks like he wants to cry too!"

On instinct, my eyes flicker over to my coworker. He looks as he always does. "That's his normal face."

Daff tilts her head as she scrutinizes Danny. "Hm. I must not pay attention."

"Wow," I mumble under my breath. An accidental sigh escapes my lips. I clam up when two pairs of eyes narrow in my direction. "I'm sorry! In my defense, that wasn't Harry related."

"Elizabeth, when was the last time you were in a relationship? Besides with Daniel, I mean."

I groan as I bang my head into the table. "For the millionth time, Danny and I never dated, my name isn't Elizabeth, and it was during college."

"Wait, you guys never dated? Why is there so much sexual tension between you?"

My head whips up as I stare incredulously at her. She blinks back, looking confused as ever. Daniel's making it a point to look everywhere but me, his face heating up by the second. I'm turning red too, but it isn't because of embarrassment.

Someone's looking out for either her or me because before I can go off and get fired, her office phone rings. She ignores my heated gaze as she walks out of the room and into her office, shutting the door behind her.

Danny expectantly looks up at me, knowing exactly what's coming. I stand up and slam my palms against the table, leaning forward.

"I cannot believe her! You'd think the woman would have some sympathy or something! But no! Just because she acts like she doesn't love Alex doesn't mean we all can do the same with our soulmates. I can't even focus on work because I miss him so much – that's how stupid this all is! I don't get it! What's wrong with me?"

"I thought we were talking about Medusa," Danny muses.

I narrow my eyes at him before continuing my rant. "We are! Why do we let her treat us like this? It's like she thrives on making comments about us. Why can't she do what a normal person does and read social cues? Why does she insist on mocking us? I know I think she's a great person but I wish she would just feel things like a normal person instead of acting like she does!"