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

64

E l l i e

Like every other social gathering I frequent, this place is held in a high-end club. I can only assume we have a private corner reserved.

Those are slightly dumb. I mean, it's a curtained area guarded by a single security guard who looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here. It doesn't seem like it's the most private setting, but I guess it's considered it when you're pretentious enough to separate yourself from the "common people".

God, I may hang out with rich people a lot but I'm still bitter sometimes.

With Harry's hand on the small of my back, we're led to our section. I have to admit, he's right about the eyes following my every move. While some discreetly flickered their gazes toward me, others openly perved, staring at my chest. Harry's hand feels like protection from creeps.

The security guard moves aside so we can enter the area. Right away I'm blinded by flashes of gold and red. The tables, the drapes, the carpet... even the couches are a beautiful mix of colors that screams elegance. What more could you expect from five highly paid musicians?

I look down at my bright red dress, then Harry's red satin shirt – which is only half-buttoned, showcasing his delicious chest – and laugh. At least we match the place.

"Come on, giggly," he teases as we walk further into the room. "Be honest, did you drink before we came?"

"No." But I wish. I might need it, especially after what I've done behind Harry's back.

As soon as we're in and I'm sure the security guard recognizes me, I duck out from Harry's grip and flash him a sheepish smile.

"Why don't you go ahead and I'll grab a drink?"

He narrows his eyes at me. "We have table service."

"I know," I try to say as casually as possible. "I just like going to the bar and ordering. It makes me feel authentic."

For a moment his eyes bore into mine and I fear that I'm caught. Then he softens.

"You're nervous to meet them again."

Oh. No, actually, but this is a much better cover story.

I attempt my most bashful smile. "Yeah. I think I'll be okay after a drink, though."

"You know everything's still the same, right? They still love you." He bends down and kisses my forehead tenderly. "I'll keep them busy. You go ahead."

"I love you," I grin, kissing him swiftly and making sure none of my lipstick transferred, then escape before the guilt eats at me alive.

I keep telling myself that I shouldn't feel guilty and that I'm not doing anything wrong... So why does it feel like that?

The realization that this is a horrible idea only grows when I see my VIP guest standing near the bar, looking very out of place. Inwardly I cringe. This is a horrible idea.

But I need to act strong for the both of us. So, I plaster on a megawatt smile and saunter up to the pair.

"Danny! So glad you could make it," I grin as I approach. Almost instinctively, I kiss his cheek in greeting then realize he's still not used to that.

Damn me, I'm really making things worse.

Distracting her from his ever-growing blush, I turn to the beauty beside him and offer my biggest smile. "Hi! I've heard so much about you!"

Not technically a lie. This is the same model I've set Danny up with weeks ago. He's been so nervous to ask her out, I'm surprised she showed up today. However, the only things I've heard about her is when Danny would stress-rant to me.